Bright

This night was still a dream.But if the same nightmare has been repeated for a long time, people sometimes develop a certain resistance.

In the dream, An Xuan had thin arms and legs, and looked like a teenager.Only this time, when he was pressed to the floor, a huge saucepan suddenly appeared in his hand.Young An Xuan picked up the stew pot and put a pot full of creamy mushroom soup on Zheng Dajiang's head.

The dream suddenly changed from dark and terrifying to absurd.Zheng Dajiang took off the saucepan and turned into his aunt Ma Xiumin with perm and wavy hair.She cut up the thick case, swung the scissors and stabbed at An Xuan: "Why don't you die! Debt collector! You just die!"

An Xuan got a pipa from nowhere, and waved to block it.In the snowflake-like shreds of paper, Ma Xiumin turned into the big manager Chang Donghua with a smile on his face but not a smile on his face.An Xuan broke free from his wet and greasy hands, and turned out the window holding the pipa.Outside is endless void.With bulging cheeks, Shen Yuanshu swam in the sky like a fish swimming in water, and stretched out his hand towards An Xuan.

An Xuan grabbed Shen Yuanshu's hand and fell out of the room.

He snapped his eyes open in the weightlessness.

Sunlight fell on the floor through the cracks in the curtains.He found himself curled up on the edge of the bed.Xia Mengyang stretched out behind him, sleeping like a starfish.

An Xuan got up and looked at the little clock beside the bed, it was past eight o'clock.He hurriedly got up to wash up, and looked back to see Xia Mengyang still sleeping in the dark.

Being able to eat and sleep is a blessing. From this point of view, Xia Mengyang is a blessed person.An Xuan looked at him, remembered about Ling Bing, her expression darkened.Scum is genderless, he thought as he boiled eggs in the kitchen.I hope Xia Mengyang can come out sooner.

After eating breakfast alone, Xia Mengyang was still lying on the bed.An Xuan put the breakfast in the warmer, went back to the room and patted Xia Mengyang gently: "I want to go home, you should get up quickly. If Yaoyao comes over later, she sees that you are still sleeping and wants to chatter again I'm nagging you. Don't embarrass her too much, she always listens to Sister Zhao. "

Xia Mengyang muttered vaguely, and opened his eyes in a daze: "Are you going home? The car... the car key is at the door..."

An Xuan waved her hand: "No, I'll take the subway."

The morning rush hour has passed, and there are still many people on the subway.An Xuan leaned against the corner of the carriage and swiped her phone.His weibo suddenly gained dozens of fans for no reason, and a dozen comments appeared on a recent weibo.Most of them were sneering and scolding him for rubbing off on Shen Yuanshu's popularity, and several of them said in a sly way that he should not think that he could get ahead because he was good-looking.The remaining few are nympho, begging him to post a selfie.

There is also a new fan who just left a message 1 minute ago, swearing at the person who scolded An Xuan the most.The style is concise and the tone is strong: "You know a fart."

An Xuan curiously entered the female account, and found that there were more than 3000 Weibo posts, all of which were complaints and cursing, and sometimes a dozen of them could be posted in a day: "Muscle-building meals are unpalatable." "Weibo meals for weight loss." Not for human consumption." "How can there be such an unpalatable thing as chicken breast in the world." "Go to his boiled vegetables." "**Second uncle's **colleague.""I bought the wrong lipstick."" The new foundation is so fucking hard to use." "Tired and stupid." "Is karoshi a work-related injury?" "Laughing ass, clucking like an old hen."

He flipped through the pages, his eyes fixed on a Weibo: "He owes me two meals."

Going forward is: "Oh, so I am a fucking gentleman."

"Sorry, hope I'm mistaken."

"I want to hug him."

An Xuan flipped through that person's Weibo along the way.Amidst the extensive swearing and complaints, sporadic flashes of soliloquies about that "him".

"Want to drink with him."

"He's so nice, I want to kiss him."

"He's straight, eh."

"He is so beautiful, I want to have sex with him."

"He's so pretty, I want to sleep with him."

"There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world. What's the big deal."

"Is he straight?"

"Every detail of his face is on my ass..."

"God help me too, sent him to my mouth."

……

It was a very lonely account, and most of the attention was on official blogs of various products, interspersed with big v's about fitness, health and medical treatment, and an official vv of LGBT.The few dozen fans are all zombie accounts.There is no message, just countless thoughts-full of a person's negative energy and all kinds of desires that may be accused of being obscene if they are spoken out publicly.

An Xuan slowly flipped through that Weibo with traffic.When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had sat and stood.

After tossing around and returning home, he cleaned the house, talked with Bai Qiuyun for a while, and then started flipping through that Weibo again.

More than 3000 Weibo posts, not too many, not too few.After turning over, I just feel that my neck is not very comfortable.But he can conclude that that Weibo is Shen Yuanshu's trumpet.

He can think of it, and if others see it, they must also think of it.An Xuan poked her hot phone, returned to her homepage, and found that the annoying message had disappeared.I searched for that Weibo name again, but I couldn't find it.

The account with more than 3000 Weibo posts disappeared like a hallucination.An Xuan looked through her fan list, and it was indeed missing.He recalled it, and searched for a Weibo that he had seen in that Weibo, which contained a foreign jewelry brand name he had never heard of.

The search results are out.New Weibo name, new avatar.But click in, all Weibo is still there.An Xuan opened the Weibo on the webpage and wrote down the user ID.

He wondered if he should remind Shen Yuanshu.After all, if this trumpet is picked up by someone, the consequences will obviously be dire.But to remind directly, there is a kind of embarrassment of exposing other people's privacy in person.In the end, he re-registered a small account, and used that small account to send a private message to Shen Yuanshu: "Hello, are you Shen Yuanshu? I have no malicious intentions, but I just accidentally saw your Weibo, and I want to remind you."

There has been no reply.An Xuan dragged the box, picked up the potted plant she brought back from the neighbor's old lady, and went out.

When he got on the subway again, he glanced at his phone and found that the other party had blocked him.

Shen Yuanshu in the circle of friends looks enthusiastic, cheerful, optimistic and positive.I will send a regular message every week, which is basically a group photo with different staff members, with an approachable look.But friends can only browse to the last three months.An Xuan poked open her homepage, and the most recent Moments was posted when she and Xia Mengyang went to the beach half a year ago.No one, just a blue sea and blue sky.Wording: very happy.

Scrolling forward, the only information on my homepage is this style, sending one or two messages a year, as if telling the outside world: this person is still alive.He looked at himself with the eyes of outsiders, and suddenly felt that he was really a bit boring.

He went back to Weibo and searched for Shen Yuanshu.Shen Yuanshu outside the trumpet lives in the entertainment gossip news and various ranking data.Half of the comments were crying and praising, while the other half were gnashing their teeth and cursing.The two parties often quickly pinch together.If you take a closer look, it's nothing more than black material and anti-black material, as well as conflicts with this and that star. I don't know if the conflict is real, or if the fans are too sensitive.

There was an account with quite a lot of fans, who wrote a long essay analyzing Shen Yuanshu's fame process and career development, and came to a conclusion: the brokerage company was unclear about his career plan, and he was currently in a bad situation.The newcomer in the company was arranged to suck blood on him, and he himself was facing the dilemma of traffic transformation.The team has been pulling CP for him and various traffic actresses, but after careful calculation, they get more of his bonuses, and he gets less of their bonuses.In short, judging from the current situation, Shen Yuanshu might be confused.

There weren't many people discussing rationally below, and as they talked, they started pinching again.Someone asked him if he was gay, and a group of people who didn't know if he was a fan or a black guy explained below: Eat less brainwashing bags, whose gay eyes are staring at the breasts of female stars?With a high-resolution animation.Shen Yuanshu in the picture turned his head and glanced at the choppy female companion.

An Xuan got a headache from watching it, and put away her phone.

I don't know if Shen Yuanshu will see these when he swipes his phone every day.An Xuan thought of the conceit and cynicism he showed occasionally, and probably saw it.

He thought again of the undisguised desire revealed in that lonely account.

Surprisingly, he wasn't disgusted.

Knowing a secret is like holding something in the palm of your hand.An Xuan is not the kind of person who would pinch someone's weakness and stab a knife. On the contrary, he sometimes feels uneasy about holding a knife in his hand.

He decided to keep a secret for that person.Although Shen Yuanshu may never know.

But... he thought.I am probably not the only one who holds the secret.Such a shrewd person as Shen Yuanshu must have seen the clues from his various breakdowns.As long as you have the heart, search for that movie at will, and you will know who you are and what happened back then.

The man also held a knife in his hand.

If you think about it carefully, it will feel a little strange.Inexplicably, they got the conditions to hurt each other, but they seemed to be tacit accomplices again.