good luck

Chapter 211

"As always, I am a boring person, Xia Weiliang is the only one left in my life now."

This is the content of Pu Anhao's Weibo that Xia Weiliang forwarded.In fact, she was secretly crying.She has always been unable to resist Park Anhao's kind words.

Xia Weiliang has always had the habit of checking Weibo.She manages the space blog posts with her heart.The enthusiasm was exactly the same as the feeling when I first came into contact with them, and it continued unabated.

In fact, her attention is not high, and even the people she cares about are actually very few.There are only three people who pay special attention to them, one is Park Anhao, one is a singer he admires, and the other is someone he once liked.

The person who cares most now is Pu Anhao alone.

As long as Xia Weiliang is online, she will habitually watch Pu Anhao's activities.Her browser favorites and computer desktop shortcuts are all related to Pu Anhao.

Speaking of Pu Anhao's update method, sometimes Xia Weiliang can't accept it, even though she understands her.

Park Anhao sometimes posts dozens of status messages a day, and sometimes doesn't post an update for dozens of days.A person who has always wandered between two extremes.

But she wasn't bothered at all. On the contrary, if she didn't see her news after refreshing, she would be very uncomfortable.Sometimes, after class, she came to the classroom to look for her, stood in the corridor and looked at the singing people downstairs, and then looked at Pu Anhao who was engrossed, Xia Weiliang would think, how did she get those emotions?Why is she always so unhappy?She knows her and she knows nothing about her.

Such a contradiction.

The memory is that there was a sudden fog in the morning.A well-known writer said so.

Really apt.

And those memories in my life finally became a long memory, disappearing in the foggy morning.

I don't know which morning it is, or which fog it is.

I don't know how I got to where I am now, and become who I am now.

do not know anything.

Since middle school, my mother has been telling me to stay away from the Internet.Because it is a virtual and unreal world.Everyone speaks different things with different identities.Most of it is fake and deceitful.This is what my mother told me.Because the child of a friend of hers was miserably cheated because she met strangers on the Internet and met them.My mother has always hated this.So I installed the computer in my house very late.

Regarding my mother's point of view, I hold a neutral point of view. I don't think that the Internet is all harmful, and I don't think it is all good.I have always been used to leaving room for things, thinking a little longer than ordinary people.I don't like to make quick decisions because I don't know if I will encounter the same situation in the future.

Or it can be said that I prefer the Internet.Because I met Park Anhao there.

It was not without tension before the meeting, worrying that it might be a liar or a bad heat.Still, trust your instincts.

Until now, I am still very fortunate that I chose to believe in you at the beginning, otherwise how would we be where we are today.

Anhao, you are such a little devil.

The last time I saw you wrote a sentence in your blog, I almost died of sadness.Today is extremely happy.Although there may be a wrong meaning, I am very happy when you say that you still have me.

You are not a boring person, you and me, I will not make you unhappy.

——Xia Weiliang Blog · 2011
(End of this chapter)