Pandora's Box

Putting down the phone, seeing Ke Luo still looking thoughtful, I asked him, "How is your reflection?"

Ke Luo said, "So, should I invite her to celebrate the winter solstice?"

"..." This poisoning is too deep.

Now that he is terminally ill, I can only pat him on the shoulder: "Forget it, if you can't let it go, you can't let it go. But remember, if you want to win her heart, don't fall in love with her too early, you know?"

"Hmm..." Ke Luo showed the confusion of a rookie in love, "Why?"

"Think about it, you haven't completely surrendered to her yet, she just doesn't care about you like this. If she thinks you are already under her control, then it's okay? Such a veteran in love, if you get it Will she still cherish what she has?"

Ke Luo furrowed his eyebrows heavily.

"So, you have to maintain a nonchalant attitude, understand?" I taught earnestly, "You have to use the old hand's routine to deal with the old hand, and only magic can defeat magic!"

Ke Luo expressed half understanding.

I said earnestly: "Anyway, don't be a licking dog. If you lick a dog until the end, you will end up with nothing!"

In these days when my personal career of leaving the singles has not progressed, Mr. X and I have become acquainted.

Mr. X is a special one among my fans, mainly because he is more mature than others.

With my live broadcast style, most of the people I attract are peers, and there are many elementary school students.Among a group of sophomores who are bluffing, his painting style of a successful social person is very strange, but there is no generation gap.

I guess he's about ten years older than me.Except when he was a bit old-fashioned like Cheng Yichen when he cared about me, he was quite sharp on weekdays, and he could keep up with the fashion of young people.

He is really a die-hard fan of mine. No matter how abnormal my game is, he is determined to protect me and never says anything bad about me.When blocking those black fans in my live broadcast room, I was even more quick-eyed and merciless.

"Humans are not machines, how can they not make mistakes? Those who don't make mistakes are cheating."

Or it would be: "Of course you have flaws. An anchor without flaws is just a persona. It's too fake. Only with flaws can you be cute."

Thousands of wears and thousands of wears, flattery does not wear.I have to say that I am still very useful for this. Who can refuse a die-hard fan who understands the size and generality and tolerates you unconditionally?

And Mr. X is a very connotative person, he seems to know music very well, Cheng Yichen has collected a lot of books, and he has collected a large number of CDs and vinyl records.

After getting acquainted, he recommended a lot of old songs to me.I listen to music just to catch up with the trend and join in the fun. Overall, I am a rude person with little culture. Most of the ones he recommends do not speak the language to me, but listening to them makes me feel special.After the baptism of time, it is still undefeated. This is a classic.

Ginger is still old and spicy, songs are old and strong, and people are old and fragrant.

I gradually found another level of spiritual home in Mr. X.Some things are difficult to say to the closest people around me, and I dare not say it, for fear that they will worry about them, but I can easily confide to strangers on the Internet.

Across the virtual network, the long distance makes people feel safe.

I complained to Mr. X about my academic troubles, and even began to confide in vaguely about my emotional troubles. He listened quietly all the time, which made me feel a little relieved.

Because if the audience is DV, I will speak in a secretive way, neither naming names nor gender, they will definitely ask here and there, and they will not give up if they don’t gossip.Mr. X never talks too much.

So much so that I couldn't help asking: "Don't you give me some advice?"

Mr. X said: "Huh? I can't do it anymore. I'm not good at this. I tried to meddle in other people's feelings before, but the result was bad."

I laughed at his sincerity: "How bad?"

"Very bad," he said, as if he didn't want to say more, "and, I don't think you really need advice. You're a very thoughtful person, you just need someone to listen to you."

I was a little surprised, this is too understand me.

Mr. X added: "Although I can't give you any useful advice, just stick to what you want to do. If you like it, keep liking it. If you don't like it, give it up. No matter what you plan, I will support you."

The mindless support from this fan made me feel a lot easier suddenly.

Probably everyone needs someone who can agree with him so unprincipled.

What a precious creature a die-hard fan is, I thought gratefully.

Zhuo Wenyang finally came back from a business trip that day, just in time for the eve of the winter solstice.

The plane was delayed for more than two hours, and I was very anxious all the time, checking the flight status back and forth.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wenyang will send me a message when he boards and takes off. Along with the flight arrival notification on the Hanglv APP, it is also his message: "I landed, and I am still taxiing." After a while, it is: "Get on the bus, Be home in about 45 minutes."

I calculated that the time was almost up, and I couldn't stay in the house, so I went down early and waited.

It was still quite cold outside, and the wind was still strong at the entrance of the building. With my hands in my pockets, I hid from the wind behind the pillars, bouncing around to keep warm, which was very funny.

As the car approached a stop, Zhuo Wenyang opened the door and got out.His face was tired and expressionless as usual.When he approached, I rushed out from behind the pillar and gave him a "woof" sound.

Zhuo Wenyang raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and then smiled.This smile is like a spring breeze that shatters ice, and the air in the whole community seems to be instantly brightened and warmed up because of him.

"Why are you here, are you waiting for me?"

"Yeah." Afraid of revealing my thoughts, I hurriedly rubbed my hands and said, "I'm in a hurry for a present, hehe."

He smiled clearly: "It's in the suitcase, I'll bring it to you when I go back."

All the way up the stairs side by side, I was always jumping and jumping.It's strange that he looks so cold, but when I'm around him, I feel very warm.

When I got home, I greeted Cheng Yichen and the others who were busy in the kitchen, and after putting away my luggage, he handed me a wrapped box.

Although I knew it was a shoe, it was wrapped up beautifully, with ribbons and silk flowers.

I laughed: "Just give it to me, and you'll have to pay for the package."

He said: "Ah, I see what people say requires a sense of ritual."

"..."

I feel happy, very happy, as happy as picking up a candy and stealing it.But in order to cover up, the mouth cracked to the ear still said: "What sense of ritual do we brothers need?"

"..."

After enjoying myself alone for a while, I asked again without words: "Then what, is there any progress between you and that person you have a crush on?"

Zhuo Wenyang was stunned, looked at me and said, "...No?"

"That's fine," I said, "oh no, I mean, that's fine too. Take your time, let it be, it's going to flow."

Zhuo Wenyang said, "Yes."

Thinking about it, I don't need to be too entangled, because there is no room for entanglement, Zhuo Wenyang is such a rational and determined person, how can I pry into the corner of the wall.

Simply let him love whoever he loves.

The good news is that his crush doesn't look like it's going to work out, which rounds out to me not falling out of love.

Thinking about it makes me happy again.

Cheng Yichen came out with a plate of abalone in oyster sauce, followed by Lu Feng who brought a pot of stewed mutton soup.The table was almost filled with all kinds of Cheng Yichen's specialty dishes, and I was so fragrant that I clicked my tongue: "This abalone is really big! Why do you want to steal money? Hey, why are there six abalones?"

Usually this kind of dish is matched according to the number of people in our family.

Cheng Yichen smiled and said, "Xiao Luo will bring a friend over."

"Ouch!"

I was so refreshed that I was finally about to meet the legendary little red.