That line of words stayed on the computer screen for a few seconds arrogantly, and then slowly disappeared, returning to the usual interface.
Lu Yan really wanted to punch himself to death when he said to Xiao Heng yesterday 'I will lend you my computer'.
Just as Lu Yan was thinking, he heard a mobile phone ringing, followed the sound and found a mobile phone next to the computer.
"Open the door."
Lu Yan continued to knock on the door of the opposite room, still holding breakfast in his hand, eating breakfast to harass the neighbors: "If you have the ability to change the software, you have the ability to open the door."
After half a day, the door opened.
"...What are you talking about?"
Xiao Heng opened the door with one hand, his hair was a little messed up in sleep, and he just put the clothes on his head, and pulled the clothes with the other hand, pulling the hem down.
The man's abdominal muscles flashed past Lu Yan's eyes.
Also just a flash.
Looking at the past, it has been covered by clothes.
Lu Yan said: "I haven't asked you what kind of shit you changed my software to."
Xiao Heng: "It's not very good."
Lu Yan: "What a fart!"
Xiao Heng opened his eyes and looked at him, mockingly said: "It's not good to praise you for being great."
This weekend, most residents in the building are resting.
The movement of Lu Yan and Xiao Heng spread downstairs. Viagra was brushing his teeth when he heard the familiar sound of arguing. He opened the door and glanced up from the corridor: "What's the matter with you two, early in the morning Just start communicating with each other?"
"..."
God fucking communicates feelings.
Lu Yan and Xiao Heng looked at each other for a while, then turned away.
With toothpaste foam in his mouth, Viagra said vaguely, "By the way, brother Yan, my refrigerator has been repaired. I put the dumplings in your refrigerator before. I'll come and get them later."
When mentioning dumplings, both Lu Yan and Xiao Heng fell silent.
Finally, Lu Yan said with a 'cough': "Don't come up, I'll send it to you later... Your pile of dumplings takes up too much space."
Lu Yan didn't have the consciousness of stealing other people's food at all, and his expression didn't change when he said this.
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he handed the mobile phone to Xiao Heng: "Your mobile phone was left with me."
Xiao Heng took it and thanked him.
Seeing the sleepy look of this man, Lu Yan asked again: "What time did you leave yesterday?"
"Forget it, two or three o'clock." Xiao Heng said.
Xiao Heng didn't pay much attention to the time. After reading a set of tutorials, he practiced with Lu Yan's arrangement software. In addition to repairing a bunch of things, he also added several convenient functions to it.
Lu Yan's broken software, which has long been behind the times, took several steps forward.
After delivering the mobile phone, Lu Yan waved his hands and walked back: "Okay, remember the network connection fee."
Xiao Heng closed the door again.
No more than five minutes.
Boom, boom, the door rang again.
Lu Yan went back to the house and took two dumplings in plastic bags, and was about to go downstairs to deliver them to Viagra. Before delivering them, he was worried that they would be worn out, so he dragged Xiao Heng out again.
"What are you doing again?"
"Return the dumplings."
"so what."
"You didn't eat?"
The two walked downstairs while talking.
Viagra took the plastic bag, feeling that something was wrong: "I said Brother Yan, is my dumpling..."
Before Viagra finished speaking, Lu Yan immediately said, "No, not one is missing."
Viagra still felt something was wrong: "But..."
Lu Yan put his hand behind Xiao Heng's waist, and twisted it gently, implying him to speak.
"No less." Xiao Heng said.
Viagra was stunned by the two of them: "I put it in the refrigerator of Yandi's house, how would you know."
"His family," Xiao Heng put one hand behind his back and pressed Lu Yan's hand, "I know him well."
"..."
Lu Yan's hand was held in his hand, and he couldn't move for a while.
Viagra didn't notice the small movements of the two of them, he took a few glances with the bag, and finally couldn't tell what was strange: "Okay."
Waking up by Viagra's loud voice, Lu Yan withdrew his hand, and had nothing to say: "By the way, is Xiaohui at home? I have something to do with him."
Zhang Xiaohui was at home, not only at home, but when the door opened, there was a woman in the room.
Lu Yan knew her, the woman lived in 303 downstairs, she was the tenant whose mother came all the way to ask for money to buy a wedding room for her younger brother.
Lu Yan had a deep impression on her, because she sneered and scolded her mother to pieces: "Just because I don't have so much meat on my body, your son is amazing if he grows up."
The woman was sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette, when she saw the door opened, she turned her gaze to the door a few degrees.
Viagra couldn't believe it: "Xiaohui, are you in love?"
Zhang Xiaohui stood at the door. He had never touched a girl before, so his face turned red, and he hurriedly said, "No! Brother, don't talk nonsense!"
"Sister Lan is doing live broadcasting," Zhang Xiaohui scratched his head again, and said embarrassedly, "I want to try it too. I want to start a live broadcast with my fans and communicate more. I just want to ask her what is needed for a live broadcast. .”
Zhang Xiaohui's career is even cooler than their band's. After a few years of playing tricks, he only has thousands of fans.
Viagra understood, and was about to drag Lu Yan and Xiao Heng away so as not to disturb them.
But Lu Yan, who was standing next to him, was already sitting next to that 'Sister Lan'.
Viagra was surprised: "When did he pass?"
Xiao Heng: "From talking to live broadcasting."
Lu Yan has done everything, but the live broadcast is really not involved: "I don't have money to buy equipment, can a mobile phone work?"
Sister Lan glanced at him, shrugged and said, "Interested?"
Lu Yan: "I think this is also a way of making money."
Xiao Heng: "..."
Viagra: "..."
Zhang Xiaohui: "..."
Sister Lan spit out a puff of cigarettes and smiled, "Okay."
"How about singing Qiantu?"
"I don't know much about that."
"Sister, which direction are you broadcasting?"
Sister Lan said, "Me? Chibo, the kind that eats six fried chickens in one go."
After Sister Lan finished speaking, she felt that the two of them had a good conversation, so she handed over the cigarette case in her hand: "One?"
Sister Lan smoked women's cigarettes, long and thin, and Lu Yan didn't mind, so she took one out of the cigarette case, and lit it with the lighter that Sister Lan handed over.
Lu Yan and Sister Lan finished chatting for half a cent, and the two added each other's WeChat account, which really made him find a new way of thinking.
So Xiao Heng took a bath at night, and when he went to Lu Yan's house to borrow the computer, in the small space, except for the sound of Lu Yan practicing piano skills, it was "Old Iron 666".
After listening to Sister Lan's words, Lu Yan downloaded seven or eight live streaming platforms in one go for comparative analysis.
I was busy walking around the major live broadcast rooms all night.
From the hot dance, I saw the e-sports channel all the way.
Lu Yan hugged the piano and studied for a while, but couldn't decide on his live broadcast route: "Which one do you think I will broadcast?"
Xiao Heng's code was wrong, and he hasn't found the problem yet. He leaned against the back of the chair, looked at it repeatedly with a lighter on his mobile phone, half-closed his eyes and said, "You burn your head first."
Although Lu Yan didn't understand why he burned his head first: "And then?"
"Just burn that one last time," Xiao Heng rubbed his fingertips on the lighter, pressed it down, and said with a click, "then go to Kuaishou."
Lu Yan: "..."
day.
Lu Yan was bored watching the live broadcast, so he glanced at Xiao Heng.
His computer screen is full of codes.
Xiao Heng didn't even touch the computer, but once he touched it, he couldn't hold back the energy from his body.
Although Lu Yan couldn't understand what Xiao Heng was typing, his arrangement software was indeed much easier to use than before—except for that line of words that popped up every time it was started.
It was already past two o'clock in the morning when Lu Yan finished researching the live broadcasting industry, and was extremely sleepy, but Xiao Heng seemed to be more and more awake.
Xiao Heng was indeed awake. Before he exited the technical forum and was about to turn off his computer and go back to his room for sleep, Lu Yan had already fallen asleep on the table, with a pen in his hand, and the draft that ordinary people could not understand was pressed under his arm.
Xiao Heng wanted to tell him to go to bed and sleep.
As soon as his hand touched Lu Yan's shoulder, the man woke up in a daze, grabbed his hand and said, "You can do it!"
Xiao Heng was stunned.
In the dark room, there was only a little light left on the computer, Lu Yan's voice was very vague, maybe because he didn't sleep well in this position, he rubbed his face on the table, and then said another sentence.
Xiao Heng was so close that he could barely make out the sentence: I think you can do it.
…
This is so stupid, it's like clenching your fists and shouting 'I will do it, I will do it, I will do it' when holding a mobilization meeting in a company.
Xiao Heng had just finished smoking to refresh himself, and he hadn't finished smoking the one in his mouth. After he realized it, he laughed: "... What the hell kind of poisonous chicken soup is this?"
Xiao Heng squeezed the cigarette with two fingers, and found that Lu Yan's hand was right on the edge of the computer desk.
He remembered the cigarette handed to Lu Yan by the female tenant in the building during the day.
In fact, Lu Yan was unexpectedly suitable for smoking female cigarettes.
His hands don't know how to grow, the bones are slender and tough, and the cigarette is not awkward when he holds it between his fingers, but it makes the tattoo on the seven horns on his wrist more colorful.
Xiao Heng watched and squeezed the knuckles of his index finger, the feeling from his palm just now seemed to be still on the skin.
After a while, he came back to his senses and went to turn off the computer.
Lu Yan's broken computer didn't have any problems all night, but he started to lose his temper when it was turned off. Xiao Heng waited for a long time for the screen to go dark, and finally, in the gap where he couldn't help but want to unplug the power, it finally went dark.
However, within two seconds, it returned to the boot interface.
Xiao Heng: "..."
This computer is pretty cool.
Xiao Heng shook the soot, planning to repair Lu Yan's computer.
The categories of folders in Lu Yan's computer are very clear, finished products, demos, scores... Xiao Heng didn't touch these sorted things, but just planned to uninstall the rogue software that was forced to install and clean up the memory.
Xiao Heng casually checked the software manually, and after he finished deleting a pile of junk files, he accidentally saw an unsigned folder deep in the pile of junk files.
[UNKNOWN FILE]
Creation time: 2015/6/12
Size: 3M
Xiao Heng was used to clearing the garbage just now, and his reaction speed was faster, and he had already clicked in before reading all the information.
…
Inside is a video taken with a low-resolution mobile phone a few years ago, less than thirteen seconds long.
Bar, band.
The sound of instruments, voices and the roar of the audience mixed together.
The lead singer is a short boy with a rough voice, as soon as he comes up he starts shouting: Ah!
Xiao Heng glanced at it, and didn't mean to offend Lu Yan's privacy, so he moved the mouse to the upper right corner and wanted to click the cross.
Lu Yan's head lying on the table moved.
The hand also moved.
Lu Yan half opened his eyes.
Seeing that the person woke up, Xiao Heng stopped what he was doing, and said directly: "Your computer malfunctioned just now, I'll sort out the trash for you, and I accidentally clicked on..."
When Lu Yan opened his eyes, he was still not very awake, he was lying on his stomach and sleeping uncomfortably, he wanted to ask what to turn on. But after the images in front of him slowly focused together and became clear, he could clearly see the short lead singer on the computer screen.
Lu Yan couldn't say anything for a while.
He froze there.
After Xiao Heng finished speaking, before he clicked the cross, the image in the video shook violently twice, a guitar solo cut in, and the camera also moved away from the wild short lead singer, and swayed to the left of the stage—
On the left side of the stage is a guitarist, but at the age of sophomores and seniors, with long hair, wearing a clean white shirt, and a bunch of silver chains hanging from the pants on his lower body. Even though the angle is a bit cruel, the legs look Still long and straight.
There was an astonishingly fast speed playing next to his ears. The young man was carrying an electric guitar on his back. All the light in the bar was focused on him, and his slender fingers were tensed and bent into sharp arcs.
The screams from the audience almost toppled the roof.