When I Fell For You

, Have you made a boyfriend yet?Even, should I say, are you married?Do you have any children?

Holding his shoulders and walking with his head bowed, Qing'an went back to the company and got ready to go to work.

Telling short stories, playing emotional music, answering the hotline, reading the audience's message, several interspersed/progressing, unconsciously, more than half of the time has passed.

Then, Qing'an began to read the message: "[Little Sweet Potato] said, I have a very good friend, but recently we had a quarrel due to some misunderstandings. So we have started a cold war now. Although the misunderstanding has been resolved now, after all, the cold war It's been so long... Hey, I really want to tell her that we're reconciled, but what she said before was really really too much, and I'm trying to save face."

After reading, Qing'an thought for a while, and said to Little Potato on the radio: "It is inevitable to have quarrels between friends, even with family members. But I think it is better to talk about it here." You find her and explain your thoughts to her face to face. If you don't say it...maybe we will really be strangers in the future. However, if each other is not as important as face to the two of you, then There is no other way."

After these words were spoken, the WeChat work account immediately flooded with countless messages from listeners.

Qian~: "Me too, I'm in a cold war with my best friend now, but we don't think we are at fault, hey, what should we do?"

Ignorant: "Some girls have strange feelings. Now that the misunderstandings have been cleared up, what can't be said directly?"

Then scroll down, and then, Qing'an saw that Ning sent another message.If I remember correctly, this is the second time Ning sent a message.

Ning: "I used to have a very good friend. Later, because of some things, I cared a lot and even hated her a little. But when I thought of the beautiful past when I was with her, that kind of hatred seemed to be diluted again. To be honest, I listen to your broadcast because I think your voice is a bit like hers."

After Qing'an saw it, she replied: "You are the fourth person to say that I sound like your friend...why do you hate her?"

Ning: "Maybe it was because we were young at the time, and everyone was small-minded and irrational."

Seeing these words, Qing'an immediately thought of himself and Yu Zi again.

How much of the friendship in adolescence was buried in irrationality.

After a while, Ning said, "Your voice is lower than usual today, is your throat uncomfortable?"

After Qing'an saw it, he typed: "It's a little... My throat hurts a bit."

Ning: "Maybe I'm going to catch a cold, take care of yourself."

At this time, a hotline called in, so Qing'an couldn't manage WeChat anymore, and answered the hotline instead.

"Hello, I'm Tingyu." Qing'an said while looking at the playlist on another computer next to him, thinking about what song to play later.

"Sister Tingyu, I am 40 years old, but I still have great dreams. I want to become an astronaut, but my family members say it is impossible, but John Green went to heaven in his 40s..."

Qing'an went on the hotline, hearing the voice of big sister, and wanted to cry.

Immediately afterwards, Qing'an said: "Brother, I believe that you will be able to go to heaven just because you are a big sister. Don't worry."

On the other side, Shen Tian, ​​who was sitting in the car, almost died laughing when he heard Qing'an's voice in the earphone.

Qing'an was still so humorous.

☆, 4. Who is more talkative 6

After the work was over, Qing'an received another message from Ning before quitting the WeChat work account.

"Good night".Just two words as simple as that.

When Qing'an swiped her finger, she accidentally clicked on Ning's profile picture, so after clicking on it, she saw Ning's WeChat profile.

The gender is female, and the WeChat ID is lynn89, which is pretty easy to remember.However, is the number behind her year of birth?

What a coincidence, Qing'an was also born in 89.

After realizing that he could see the photo album of Ning's circle of friends, Qing'an clicked in.

After clicking in, I found that Ning seemed to be a freelance photographer, and there were a lot of sample pictures taken by her.It's no wonder Ning didn't set Moments not to be seen by outsiders. After all, as a photographer, she had to rely on Moments albums to show things to outsiders, and then take orders.

Speaking of which, the sample pictures taken by Ning look quite good.

Qing'an just wanted to find a photographer with a simple, casual and unpretentious shooting style at the end of the year to travel and shoot. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a photographer he was satisfied with.

She looked back and forth at the works of more than a dozen photographers, and felt that the shooting methods were too routine.She didn't want to be photographed like that, too.

She had never taken the initiative to add listening friends before, but this time she had a need, so she immediately copied Ning's WeChat account and applied to add friends through her private WeChat account.

On the verification message column, Qing'an typed the word "Tingyu".

Go downstairs, get in the car, play soothing light music, and drive to your residence in the middle of the night in the city.

The street lamps swept back, and the radiance fell on the glass, stepping into her pupils.

Coming to the convenience store that he frequents every day, Qing'an still picked up a sugar-free whole wheat bread today.

However, when he went to check out with his things, Qing'an discovered that the cashier had changed.

The little girl who was already very familiar before was gone, replaced by a new face.

The new cashier didn't chat with her anymore, and after paying the bill, he picked up his mobile phone and played there.

Qing'an didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation, but just took his things and left the convenience store.

Maybe it is really worn out by the unchanging life.In the past, she might have taken the initiative to ask "Did you just come to work?" But now, she doesn't bother to care about new people or things unless necessary.

When the automatic door opened, the cold wind blew in, causing some tiny goosebumps to appear on her body.

There was a feeling that everything changed in an instant.

Qing'an stuffed the bun into the bag, let out a long sigh of relief, got into the car, and drove home.

On the west side of the city, there is a concrete villa.

In the study room on the second floor, there is a bookshelf full of books, and in front of the bookshelf, there is a white desk, a white computer, a white keypad, and a white mouse.

However, on the computer desk, there is a pot of green plants, and that touch of green adds a little vitality to the originally cold environment.

Yu Youning, who was wearing a thin black suit, was sitting in front of the computer desk in the study, with his sleeves slightly rolled up, carefully cutting off a half-dead plant leaf with small scissors.

Her forehead is full, her neck is long and graceful.In addition, the face is very small and the facial features are exquisite.Long black hair was neatly parted in the middle, and the hair on both sides of the cheeks was pressed softly behind the helix.

After throwing the dead leaves into the trash can, Yu Youning got up, made a stretching movement, and then walked to the huge glass window.

No matter how I listened to it, I felt that the voice of the Tingyu anchor was very similar to Qing'an.

Could it be that it was an illusion?After all, didn't Qing'an want to be a screenwriter back then, so he probably wouldn't be the host.

Yu Youning lazily leaned against the window, staring outside.

The night is like a tide, turbulent and attacking, and quietly envelops and binds everything.

"Yu Zi? Yu Zi?! Ning Ning? You Ning? Xiao Ning? Xiao Yu?!"

The phone vibrated, and Yu Youning was going to go over to take a look, but her mother Zhao Xin's voice interrupted her thoughts.With a click, the door was opened, Zhao Xin leaned in, and asked, "Yuzi, are you done with your work? Please help me avenge you when you're done. The leader of the next door named Ziqi Donglai is disgusting and has been chasing me." beat!"

After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he sat down in front of Yu Youning's computer desk carelessly.

"Mom, listen to me, don't call him gay Zi from now on. If he screams gay Zi Zi gay all the time, of course he will be unhappy. If he is unhappy, of course he will chase you and beat him." Yu Youning said at the same time. , walked over to sit next to Zhao Xin, and turned on the game simulator on the computer.

"Anyway, help me kill him first." For Yu Youning's words, Zhao Xin can be said to have gone in one ear and out the other.

"Okay, okay, I'll kill him for you..." After Yu Youning finished speaking, she pursed her lips and smiled, and when she looked at Zhao Xin, her eyes were full of doting, even though she knew that Zhao Xin was a little unreasonable in this game.

"Yuzi, when are you going to have a boyfriend?" Zhao Xin asked while staring at the screen while playing.

"I don't know, but my female fans on Weibo say that I'm good at teasing, and there are many girls who call me husband and say they want to give birth to me. How about I get one for you?" Yu Youning moved the mouse and clicked Hit the keyboard and speak casually.

"I still hope you bring a man back." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, his eyes widened again, and he continued, "Oh, he's so disgusting! Be careful!"

"I also hope to bring a man back, but I still feel that I can't." Yu Youning shrugged.

"Forget it then. Buy the insurance."

"What?" Yu Youning looked back at her.

"Buy good insurance, so that if you accidentally die alone in the future, you will have confidence in your heart." After Zhao Xin answered casually, she nervously patted her daughter on the back and said, "Gay Zi Zi is here again, hurry up and concentrate on fighting! "

"The queen mother is really different." Yu Youning straightened her back, and then helped her mother kill someone leisurely while humming a little tune.

In other words, what is it like to have a mother who is poor in technology and loves to talk and play games?

It's probably a kind of pitiful but interesting feeling.

After taking revenge, Yu Youning turned off the computer, pushed Zhao Xin's shoulder to leave the study, gave her a pat on the forehead, then turned Zhao Xin towards her bedroom, and said, "It's late, go to bed quickly."

"Okay, I'm going to bed... By the way, well, tomorrow morning, I want to go to Linglong Pavilion for Hong Kong style morning tea, you must accompany me, understand?" Zhao Xin yawned as she walked to the bedroom.

"Okay, okay, I'll accompany you." Yu Youning looked at his mother's back and smiled, raised his hand to stroke his neck, then turned and went back to the study to pick up his phone.

On the other hand, after Qing'an returned home, taking advantage of the first signs of a cold, she made herself a bowl of ginger soup and drank it in time. She was sweating and felt a little refreshed.

After that, she grabbed her phone, turned around, lay down on the bed, and raised her hand to stroke her forehead.

At the class reunion, the words that everyone said still seemed to echo in my ears.

Yes, once, she and Yu Zi were so close.

Yuzi is very gentle, loves to laugh, and looks good when he smiles, like a ray of sunshine.

Most importantly, she is far better than herself.

The students all said that they and Yu Zi were the best and most outstanding people in the class that year.

But in fact, Yuzi is born excellent.

As for myself, it was through unreliable efforts that I managed to stand next to Yu Zi, and saw with him what I could see at that height.

Originally, I was relatively clumsy.

Before meeting Yuzi, her grades were not outstanding.

Later, under the leadership of Yu Zi, a good Chinese tablemate, Qing'an got on the road.Moreover, after becoming the same table with Yuzi, not only did she no longer feel that studying is a boring thing, but instead felt that studying is very interesting.Even myself, who was always negative energy, has become full of positive energy, and everything I do has become quite positive.

But at the beginning... when he angrily questioned the love letter incident, Yu Zi must have been very sad.

Thinking about these past events, Qing'an closed his eyes, and the sad emotion seemed to invade the blood, flowing along the meridians of the whole body.

After a while, he felt the phone vibrate, so Qing'an opened his eyes, flashed the phone in front of his eyes, and unlocked it.

Ning: "I passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting."

Seeing that the other party had approved his friend request, Qing'an put away those emotions just now, then pulled down the emoticon list, and sent an emoticon first: "Hello."

Ning: "Is it Tingyu who hosts "Listening"?"

After meeting Qing'an, she replied: "Yes, that's me."

Ning: "Sorry, I have been using the computer before, and I didn't notice that someone added friends on my phone, but I just saw it now. Why did the Tingyu anchor suddenly add me?"

Qing'an said casually, "Fuck."

Ning: "The listening anchor's hobbies are really different."

After Qing'an saw it, he smiled and replied: "It's just a joke, don't mind. The reason why I added you is because I saw the photo album in your circle of friends. Are you playing porn?"

Ning: "I want to play with color and shadow."

Qing'an: "...Photography..."

Ning: "Ha. Yes, I'm a photographer."

"I saw your video, and it's pretty good. I feel like you can tell the stories of the characters in it just from the photos." Qing'an is not flattering, but when he encounters something he really likes, he can order it for the other party. Kudos to the truck.

Ning: "The Tingyu anchor won the award."

"You're being modest." Qing'an really felt that Ning's films looked pretty good, so there's no need to be too modest.

Ning: "It's not about modesty, it's just that I didn't think too much when I was shooting, so after being described so literaryly by you, I feel a little apprehensive."

"Then you're even better. You didn't think too much about it when you took pictures, but you can still take such interesting pictures of people." Qing'an finished posting, thought for a while, and then continued to ask: "What style of shooting are you best at?"

Ning: "My style is that I have no style. The so-called style is mainly adjusted by the potential temperament of the customers."

"For example?" Qing'an asked curiously.

Ning: "A rough summary is... for girls, if they are more handsome and personality, I will shoot cool styles. If they are more girlish, I will shoot fresh and fresh styles. If they are more sexy, I will shoot..."

Ning froze, seemingly organizing his words.

"Emotion|sexuality?" So Qing'an asked.

Ning: "Ha, after you said that, I realized that I have never filmed erotic|erotic style, why don't I listen to the anchor come over and guide me?"

"Then you take it off and I'll shoot it." Do you want to be more talkative than anyone else?Qing'an decided to accompany him.

Ning: "Okay. I'll take you off, shoot."

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☆、5. Come and eat together

"You are really humorous." Qing'an looked at Ning's words, held back for a long time, and finally choked out these words.

Ning: "The Tingyu anchor won the award."

"No, you are being modest." Qing'an smiled.

Ning: "By the way, it's quite late now, and I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't talk much today."

"Go to sleep." Qing'an originally wanted to consult about travel photography, but it was really late now, and she felt that it would be better to find a time when everyone was more energetic.

After chatting with Ning, Qing'an went to Ning's circle of friends to look at the photo album.

The photos taken by Ning are indeed beautiful, and it should not be a loss to ask her to take pictures.Qing'an even raised some expectations for this.

After washing and returning, Qing'an sat on the bed, took the mobile phone, and dialed Shen Tian's number.

A melodious melody rang on the phone just now, and the other party picked it up.

"Still asleep?" Qing'an asked while holding the phone.

"I just packed my things. Why are you calling me so late? Could it be that you miss me before I leave?" Shen Tian's lips have also become a lot greasy. On the other hand, he could still laugh wantonly and talk nonsense with Qing'an.

"Yeah, I miss you and I can't fall asleep." Qing'an replied casually, and then asked seriously, "You have a plane at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"That's right, I thought you couldn't remember." Shen Tian joked.

"How could you not remember. I'll drive you off at that time. I won't say much now, it's too late, go to bed." Qing'an said while lying down on the bed.

"OK, good night."

After that, the two hung up the phone.

Shen Tian stared at the three words "hang up" on the screen of the phone, held the phone tightly in his palm, and let out a long sigh.

The next day.

Qing'an casually ate some takeaway at noon, then drove to Shen Tian's residence.I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel like the cold was forced back by that bowl of ginger soup, and now I'm in pretty good spirits.

Ten minutes later, Shen Tian walked to the Qing'an car with a suitcase and a bag on his back.

Qing'an got off the car, helped her put her luggage in the trunk, returned to the car, and drove Shen Tian to the airport.

Shen Tian has stayed in this city for many years, every brick, every tile, every plant, every tree, is so familiar that it seems to have taken root in his memory.

From a student to a working party, time is like an arrow that leaves the string, passing in the blink of an eye, and once the years pass, there will be no turning back.

She used to think that she could buy a house and a car with her girlfriend in this city and live a sweet life.

As a result, the girlfriend who had been dating for six years said they would break up.Before they had time to react, the love affair had been buried.

Later, she fell in love with Qing'an, a straight daughter, and fell into a relationship that could not be responded to. After struggling left and right, she was physically and mentally exhausted, so she wanted to withdraw.

The way to get away is to get away from everything here.

There was a slight traffic jam on the way to the airport, and Qing'an next to him looked a little impatient.

But Shen Tian suddenly wished that the traffic jam could be longer.

Even if it's 1 minute longer, it's fine.In this way, she could spend one more minute with Qing'an, even if she knew that Qing'an didn't love her.

Finally, the front is no longer blocked.

The wheels were able to operate again, Shen Tian turned his head, looked at Qing'an, and asked: "By the way, you say such presumptuous things to girls all day long, aren't you afraid that some girls will really fall in love with you?"

"I don't talk about it all the time. What I say depends on my mood. As for falling in love with me... Which girl? You?" Qing'an said without turning his head.

"I like handsome guys, how could I fall in love with you." Shen Tian laughed against his will.

"That's right. I'm not a handsome guy, how could a girl fall in love with me." Qing'an stared ahead, without thinking.

Sure enough, Qing'an was terribly straight from head to toe.

The ridiculous thing is that I actually thought seriously about the question of whether Qing'an was crooked or not.

Half an hour later, Qing'an accompanied Shen Tian to change the boarding pass, and then the two walked towards the security checkpoint together.

"You said that if you get along well, do you plan to get married as soon as possible?" Qing'an asked.

"That's right. If it's done, come and participate." Shen Tian said with a smile, stroking the boarding pass in his hand.

"Well, if you succeed, you can let me know when the time comes, and I'll fly over immediately." Qing'an stared ahead.

When he arrived at the security checkpoint, Qing'an looked around and said, "Good luck, there's no one there, let's go."

"Okay." Shen Tian pulled the bag behind him to his front, unzipped the zipper, and took out his ID card.

"Remember to chat with me online if you have anything to do." Qing'an stared at Shen Tian.

"Haha, good!" Shen Tian grinned, carried the bag back on her back, and walked forward.

But after walking a few steps, she turned around again and said, "Miss Qing'an, I'm leaving, don't you plan to send me a goodbye hug?"

After hearing this, Qing'an laughed, then spread his arms and said, "Okay, I'll give you all the hugs, all of them."

Shen Tian lowered his head, touched his nose, then strode over, stretched out his arms, and gave Qing'an a firm hug.

"Okay, I'm leaving, don't miss me too much. Goodbye." Afterwards, Shen Tian quickly withdrew his arms and walked towards the security checkpoint, blowing another kiss to Qing'an on the way.

When putting the documents in front of the ground crew, Shen Tian pulled the strap of the backpack with both hands and let out a long sigh of relief.

Goodbye, Qing'an.

After seeing off Shen Tian, ​​Qing'an turned around and stepped out.

Today, Qing'an is resting and doesn't have to go to work.

After bidding farewell to Shen Tian, ​​she bought a few bags of potato chips and two cans of canned yellow peaches. When she got home, she lay on the sofa and ate while watching TV.

Mother-in-law drama.

The daughter-in-law inside was fighting her mother-in-law for [-] rounds, and the battle was very fierce.

But Qing'an couldn't substitute it in, and she didn't know why.

Suddenly remembered something... After clapping his hands and wiping every finger clean with a tissue, Qing'an opened WeChat and sent a message to Ning.

"It's like this. I added you because I want to take a group photo with you, which is the type of travel photography, because it feels more natural to take pictures while playing."

Taking photos was originally her main purpose of Ganin.

After a while, Ning replied: "Yes, but I have received a lot of orders now, and the clients in my hand have already made appointments for several months. I wonder if you can wait."

"Don't worry, follow your work schedule. Anyway, I won't take pictures until the end of the year. By the way, the string of numbers behind your WeChat ID is your birthday?" Qingan clicked on Kaining's WeChat profile photo again, and glanced at the WeChat ID .

Ning: "Not bad. Not very young anymore."

Qing'an smiled: "I don't like to hear that."

Ning: "What?"

Qing'an replied: "Because you were born in the same year as me, if you say you are not young, you are indirectly saying that I am old."

Ning: "This... I really said that because I felt that I was older."

"Old in your 20s? How is that possible? Besides, women are made of water, so they will never age." Qing'an retorted.

Ning: "As expected of being the host, the talk is interesting."

After Qing'an saw the reply, he smiled.

She's just good at talking nonsense.

"How long have you been listening to my show?" Qing'an asked.

Ning: "Seven or eight months."

Seeing these words, Qing'an leaned against the head of the bed and frowned slightly: "Why didn't I see you leave a message before, and didn't see you call the hotline? Is it because I can't arouse your interest?"

Ning: "The host is joking. If I'm not interested in you, I won't be listening to you for a few months. After all, if I'm not interested, I won't be able to listen to you even for a few days."

Qing'an smiled when he saw it, and replied, "Then you've been listening to it for a long time, why haven't you come out to interact with each other before?"

Ning: "My ideal crush is something beautiful and lonely, simple and unpretentious."

This person's metaphor is really interesting.Qing'an felt that one of the biggest characteristics of chatting with Ning was that they would not stand in the cold.

In the past, when adding a new friend, it was often after a few words of chatting, just you and me, and then the silence was over, and it was over.

Qing'an originally felt that the days had turned into black and white, and she had become a walking dead, but when chatting with Ning, she felt as if she saw interesting colors.

"But I hope that everyone can participate more and fall in love with me, so that the show will be more lively and interesting." Qing'an answered the question very well.

Ning: "Haha, okay, I will try my best to interact with you on the show."

But, to be honest, do you think my hosting is unique?What is it that attracted you to listen to it for half a year? "Qing'an suddenly asked seriously. As a host, she really wanted to know what the audience thought of her.

Ning: "Do you know that you have a nice voice?"

"If I thought my voice wasn't good enough, I wouldn't do this." Qing'an boasted, just being so shameless.

Ning: "Ha, indeed, quite charming."

"Really, so I've charmed you just by my voice?" Qing'an picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip.

Ning: "What do you say?"

When the other party praised people, they obviously didn't use any exaggerated words, but in a few words, they can praise people to the sky, and they are also gods.

"You said that my voice is like that of your friend, so that means your friend's voice is also very nice?" Qing'an asked.

Ning: "Her voice is a little crisper than yours... After all, she is a girl in her teens."

"So you're still talking about me being old?" Qing'an grasped this point.

Ning: "No, I want to say that your voice sounds more charming. By the way, it's almost 05:30."

Qing'an looked at the time on the upper right corner of the phone screen - sure enough.

"Are you going to eat?" Qing'an asked.

Ning: "Yes, I'm ready to go now."

"What to eat?" Qing'an continued to ask.

If you chat so much with someone you don't know well, will the other party be annoying?

Although such thoughts popped up in his mind, but... at this moment in Qing'an, there was no one to talk to.

Shen Tian has not replied to her message for several hours.So did former friends.

Ning: "Grilled fish."

Ning: "What about you? Have you eaten yet?"

Qing'an looked at this question, thought for a while, and then answered honestly: "Not yet. I just ate some snacks."

After that, Ning didn't reply.

Qing'an thought for a while, then booked a movie ticket online, changed his clothes, picked up his keys and mobile phone, and went downstairs.

Half an hour later, Qing'an sat in the theater, surrounded by lovers.

In fact, this is not the first time she has watched a movie alone. In terms of mentality, I can only say that it is okay.

After the movie officially kicked off, the opening sequence was quite funny.

At this time, the phone screen lit up.

Qing'an looked down, and it turned out that it was Ning who replied to the message.

Ning: "I was driving just now, so it's not convenient to reply to the message. Have you eaten now?"

In order not to affect the movie-watching experience of people on the left and right, Qing'an turned the screen brightness to the lowest level before starting to recover.

"No, I don't want to eat."

Ning: "This is not very good, you have to eat as much as possible."

"If you can't find friends to eat with, forget it." Qing'an replied.

After a while, Ning sent a picture of grilled fish.

"It looks good." Qing'an replied.

Ning: "Since you can't find anyone to eat with, why don't you come over?"

After Qing'an saw it, he smiled: "Forget it, I don't know any of your friends."

Ning: "I'm here alone today."

☆, 6. You are suspicious like this

After seeing the news, Qing'an looked at the big screen again, and replied, "No, I'm watching a movie."

Ning: "Since I'm watching a movie, I won't disturb you."

"Well, let's talk again." Qing'an sent the last sentence, and began to watch the movie seriously.

After checking the news, Yu Youning put the phone aside, then picked up the wooden chopsticks with slender hands, put a piece of fish into the bowl, and carefully picked out the thorns with the tip of the chopsticks.

The little girl who came over to serve food twisted her feet, seeing that the food on the tray in her hand was about to fall to the ground, Yu Youning immediately raised her hand to help the little girl's arm, and said with a smile: "Girl, be careful, if you fall, you will fall." Not good."

After the little girl stabilized her body, she felt a little embarrassed and guilty, so she thanked her and apologized.

Yu Youning just smiled softly and shook his head.

"Miss, are you here alone?" the little girl asked as she put the side dishes on the table.

"Yes, alone." Yu Youning nodded.

"Miss, you look so pretty when you smile. Please take it easy." After serving the dishes, the little girl held the tray upside down in her hands, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

"Thank you." Yu Youning said.

After that, the little girl left.

She was sitting by the window, and when she turned her head, she could have a panoramic view of the scenery outside.

The neon lights are flashing, and there is a lot of traffic.The city seems never to be lonely.

On the other hand, Qing'an was fascinated by the movie.

The movie tells a love story.

The beginning is funny, the middle is bitter, and the ending is happy.It's not great, but it's not clumsy either.Finally the movie is over and the lights go on.Qing'an picked up his bag, rubbed his temples, and walked outside.

It's only 08:30, so early.

Qing'an clicked on the address book, thinking about who she could ask out for a walk, and after thinking about it for a long time, she called Wang Xiaoxiao.

Wang Xiaoxiao was a colleague of Qing'an who played well when he first came out of society.At present, she runs a clothing store in the north of the city, and the business is pretty good.

Qing'an used to play with her quite a lot.Why don't you try asking her out.

After the call was connected, before Qing'an could speak, the sound of a child crying came from the phone.

"Are you busy?" Qing'an asked

"Hey, yes! This brat can't leave me for a minute, really. It's too hard to take care of the child!" Wang Xiaoxiao's tired voice came over.

"Hard work is hard work, but you are also very happy, right? Since you are busy, then you should be busy first." Qing'an said, and was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, Qing'an, what do you want from me?"

"No, I just want to ask when your next batch of clothes will arrive. I'm short of clothes, and I want to buy some." Actually, I wanted to ask her if she could come out and press the road.But thinking that even if the other party can come out, they will probably talk about things like children and parents-in-law, so forget it.

"Ah, no problem, I will let you know when the time comes!"

"Well, okay, that's how it is, goodbye." After Qing'an finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Qing'an walked into a clothing store.

He took an autumn dress from the shelf, walked to the fitting mirror and compared it to himself, then slowly raised his head and stared at himself in the mirror.

Although she can still be eloquent when she is on the show, once she leaves the show, she is like a salted fish, and she looks completely different.

For example, although she always uses a positive attitude to tell everyone in the show that true love will definitely be there, don't be discouraged.

But as soon as I left the broadcasting room, what I thought in my mind was: true love?What the hell is this thing?

Putting the clothes back in place, Qing'an turned his head and left the shopping mall, walking alone on the pedestrian street.

After walking a few steps, feeling really bored, Qing'an took out his phone, opened WeChat, and flipped through the contact list.

In the end, because she really didn't know who to turn to—after all, Shen Tian didn't reply to her messages, so she had no choice but to lock her eyes on Ning's head portrait.

Just chat with her.

"I've finished watching the movie. It's bloody, but it's okay. Are you home now?" Qing'an sent a message.

After a few seconds, Ning replied.

"Just got home. Have you eaten yet?"

After Qing'an saw it, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, so he replied, "If you don't tell me, I really can't remember whether I ate or not."

Ning: "So you haven't eaten?"

"Well, I don't know what to eat." Qing'an raised his head and looked around.

Ning: "Sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy fried clams and so on."

Seeing this message from Ning, Qing'an stood still.

"What a coincidence, I like the two dishes you mentioned."

Ning: "Really? It seems that I may know you."

Yu Youning just casually mentioned the dishes that both his friend and himself loved.But I didn't expect that not only the voice of Ting Yu was similar to that of that friend, but also the food he liked to eat, which can be said to be a good fate.

This kind of fate made her also want to get in touch with Tingyu more.

Seeing this sentence, Qing'an smiled, and then said, "Are you going to say in the next sentence that not only do you know me, but you also have superpowers?"

Ning: "But I think maybe I really have superpowers."

"I still have spells. By the way, chatting with you...would it bother you? I mean, if your boyfriend is around and you keep playing with your phone, wouldn't it be nice?" Qing'an Went to a bench and sat down.

Ning: "I'm single."

"I don't like the term "single dog." Qing'an frowned, and continued: "I'm single too, but I'm a single nobleman. Yes, nobleman."

Qing'an also specially emphasized those two words.

Ning: "However, I didn't expect you to be single."

"Why, I don't feel like I'm single on the broadcast?" Qing'an never revealed his relationship status on the show.

Ning: "No...just, I think you should belong to the kind of person who is quite popular with the opposite sex."

"In my place, being unpopular and being single doesn't actually have much to do with it." Qing'an was telling the truth.

Ning: "However, being single also has its advantages. No matter what you do, you are quite comfortable."

"It's comfortable. But occasionally I envy the young couple, after all, they always have someone by their side, but I don't." Qing'an looked up at the night sky.

Ning: "Want to fall in love?"

"I don't want to." Qing'an replied against his will.Maybe not particularly, but that doesn't mean you don't want to.

Ning: "I don't want to either."

"How long have you been single?" Qing'an asked after thinking about it.

Ning: "Five years. There were three conversations before, the longest of which was a week, and the shortest was half a day."

"Then talk to you