Black powder touch black powder GL

A certain Weibo post about the promotion of pulling and trampling became, as always, a battleground for criticizing and criticizing fans from both sides. As one fan took the lead in serving ginseng roosters, the other fans quickly served the same feast in return. .

On weekdays, the well-dressed and decent young lady, for her idols, across the Internet and the screen, pinches wildly, her eyes are red, she doesn't have the stability of the world in the circle of friends, and the years are quiet.

The two celebrities are rivals, and many fans of the two have already scolded mature people. Sentence patterns such as "Are you not dead yet?" "How can I die before you are not dead?" have almost become standard "love words" among acquaintances.

Yang Xiaona, whose screen name is "xxx's little cutie", entered the battle late today, but it didn't prevent her from seeing her old acquaintance in a row of hot comment IDs at a glance after joining the battle - the iron fan ID name of the xxx star's opposite home XXX traffic As the "comrade in arms" of "XXX's [-]th concubine".

Yang Xiaona immediately sent a private message to "XXX's [-]th house concubine": "Primary school chick from X female ghost's house, are you still alive today?"

After Yang Xiaona finished posting, she stared at the screen with full concentration, waiting for the other party to reply, "How can I die first if you are not dead", and immediately responded.She was scolded by the leader at work today, and she held it all afternoon. She had no place to vent her anger. She wished she could have [-] scolding sessions.

However, after waiting for a full minute, dozens of seconds later than usual, "XXX's 1th concubine" slowly returned a message: "Well, not today, maybe tomorrow dead."

Just when Yang Xiaona was puzzled, "XXX's [-]th Concubine" sent another message: "I won't be able to scold you anymore. It's actually quite interesting to think about it. I don't know each other. I scolded each other for so long. Goodbye I won't scold you again in the future, thank you for staying with me for so long."

In normal times, Yang Xiaona might have replied, "You idiot, you know you're scared", but today I don't know what happened, maybe it was because I wanted to scold three thousand times, and I didn't play the other party before turning off the stuffy feeling. It made Yang Xiaona's brain go crazy for a moment, so she rarely asked the other party with a normal tone and reaction: "What do you mean?"

It took a full 2 ​​minutes before the other party came back and said, "I'm sick and dying, so I won't be able to scold you anymore. [Laughing and crying]"

"I'm going, I'm a junior. You still use the old-fashioned way of getting sick and dying? The next sentence won't be 'Excuse each other is a kind of fate, old iron, can you lend me some money'?" Yang Xiaona snorted.

This time the other party replied very quickly: "You saw through it, [laughing and crying] is fake, in fact I am going to commit suicide [laughing and crying], let's not talk, I am ready to go, goodbye."

When Yang Xiaona saw the latest information, she blurted out "Damn it". It was so late at night, and this reply made her feel terrified.

She tapped on the keyboard, and continued to ask, intending to see what kind of tricks "XXX's [-]th concubine" was going to play: "Hey, are you really going to die? You can find someone to talk to before you die. I can I don’t want to be the last person you contacted before your death, maybe the police will find me to investigate, it’s so annoying!”

By the time the reply of "XXX's [-]th concubine" came, Yang Xiaona had already sparred with others a dozen times on the Internet.

Yang Xiaona was already ready to see the replies like "Idiots have been fooled, the fans of xxx are all mentally retarded", and then sprayed back wildly, but what she didn't expect to see was: "I don't want to look for it anymore. Talking feels like a burden. I I don’t have the strength anymore. This time I’ll really see you again. I’ve written a suicide note, and you won’t be in trouble.”

Yang Xiaona let out a "tss", thinking that "XXX's [-]th concubine" must be playing hard-to-get tricks, and said "Bah": "You are really a showman, I want to continue to lie, you can act, I won't You've been fooled, wait until you can't take it any longer and slap yourself in the face, then we'll start spraying!"

Yang Xiaona quit the interface, found a few old acquaintances, and scolded each other for 10 minutes, only to find out that "XXX's [-]th concubine" has not messaged her again.

She felt a little strange, and clicked on the main interface of "XXX's [-]th concubine", and found that the latest Weibo was already half a month ago, and the content was also strange, it was to cheer herself up, what did she say? Sunshine smiled at life.

Yang Xiaona has always believed that this kind of content is bullshit, either moaning without illness, or feeling uncomfortable quickly, and being strong. In fact, apart from self-satisfaction or taking a breath, it is actually not helpful to life at all.

So, seeing this Weibo, Yang Xiaona subconsciously asked herself, what type is "XXX's [-]th concubine"?

It's okay if you moan without illness, but if something really happens, you can't think about committing suicide today, and she didn't stop him, and let this person really die like this, would she feel uneasy?

As soon as the words passed her mind, she scolded herself.

You idiot, what does it have to do with you whether people die or not, do you really have feelings when you scold each other?

But the scolding is all scolding, Yang Xiaona went on to vent on the Internet, but she couldn't find the previous heroism and boundless vigor.

For some reason, she was always a little worried.Anyway, she was not in the mood to gossip online, so Yang Xiaona simply opened the homepage of "XXX's [-]th concubine" and turned around.

"XXX's [-]th house concubine" information shows that she is in the same city as her. Yang Xiaona clicked on Weibo for several months and saw an interesting repost on Weibo. "XXX's [-]th house concubine" sent a blogger a reply with a picture of a hot comment on a mentally retarded building nearby, and actually saw the iconic brain-dead sculpture in a neighborhood not far from her home.

The stupid sculpture is very unique, it is probably not a standard configuration of the open business community with the same name, and there is no possibility that it will be copied and placed on purpose.

It's one thing for a stranger to kill himself thousands of miles away, but it's another thing entirely to have the last word with you after talking to him for months. .

After thinking about it, Yang Xiaona picked up her mobile phone, put on her clothes and went out, wondering whether this was a well-designed game by the other party to catch fools, and scolded herself for being a fool in her heart, telling herself not to believe it. door.

The autumn wind is rustling, and October, when the east wind is approaching, going out is a test.

Yang Xiaona shrunk her neck and hugged her coat tightly. When she came to that community, she realized that she didn't know where "XXX's [-]th concubine" lived.

go back?Or look for it again?

Yang Xiaona doesn't know why she is so Sherlock Holmes, maybe it's "Detective Conan", "Youth Bao Qingtian", Hong Kong criminal investigation dramas, and I found out the previous contribution picture of "XXX's [-]th concubine", compared Comparing the location, it is actually facing the windows of the residents at a certain angle.

to ask?Even if you knock on the door and look for it, will you be regarded as an inexplicable idiot?

go!Those who have come here in the cold weather have come here, and they have all reasoned here. Could it be that they are freezing and using their brains for nothing?In case of saving someone's life, she is equivalent to saving a pagoda for herself!

Yang Xiaona's vigor of a big girl from a certain place came up, and she really found it after copying it in a daze.

When Dangdang knocked on the door, a gentle and shy boy in his twenties with glasses came out. When he saw her, he didn't speak, smiled, and stretched out his hand first.

"Why?" Yang Xiaona hid subconsciously and glared at the boy.

"Ah? You're not delivering food, are you?" The boy pushed his glasses, took a closer look, and scratched his head apologetically.

"Refit your glasses, handsome guy." Yang Xiaona pouted, wondering if you've ever seen such a beautiful delivery girl, you're the one who delivers food!

"There you come here..." The big boy was a little puzzled.

Yang Xiaona swept her eyes into the house, and looked at the layout. The electric meter box is independently connected, the public entrance is added to the corridor, and the compartment can be called a model room for group rentals in this city.

"Looking for someone." Yang Xiaona opened the door as she asked, "Is there a girl who rents a house here? She may have committed suicide."

"Ah?" The glasses boy's eyes widened in shock. Li Ronghao's style quickly improved to Du Jiang's style in an instant. When he turned around, he knocked on several rooms with a "dangdangdang".

Yang Xiaona also opened her eyes wide in surprise, she didn't expect this young man to be quite warm-hearted, which saved her trouble.

There are five independent compartments, except for the room of the boy with glasses, all three of them have come out, and no one opened the door of the remaining one.

The boy with glasses told the person who came out about the matter. A 30-year-old elder brother who looked like a programmer by his hair volume and visual inspection volunteered to stand up and hit the door.

When everyone was waiting to see him fly forward, he stretched out his arms and did a chest-expanding exercise. It seemed that he was preparing to warm up before going up. The courier uncle who had been standing behind the programmer brother without saying a word watched it, and took a picture. He patted his brother on the shoulder.

"Brother, you lean back."

The programmer brother who has been exercising all the year round is halfway through the warm-up, and he is very unhappy when he hears this. Why do you think I can't do it?

He turned his head resentfully, seeing the looming figure of the courier uncle under the thin sweater, silently swallowed all the words that came to his lips, and took a step away.

The author has something to say:

The inspiration comes from a fan circle torn force picture.

Are you still alive today? How could I die first if you weren’t dead? Probably because of this conversation, I may not remember it accurately.