Almighty Star Daddy

  As soon as the word "Yes" fell off, Zhang Mingli's cheers came from the receiver, and then there was the sound of things falling and crackling.

  Han Mo helplessly shook his head.

"Brother Han, it's so late today, I won't bother you to rest. So, tomorrow morning we will still be in the same place. We are already working together for the second time. As long as the price is within our reach, Director Hu said No problem. Tomorrow we will directly bookmark the authorization." After Zhang Mingli finished speaking, he laughed harmlessly.

  The two chatted briefly. Zhang Mingli asked about Han Mo's songs and competitions, and then hung up the phone.

  Han Mo knew that Zhang Mingli was anxious about the show, so he quickly sorted out the story and prepared to take it with him tomorrow.

After all the work is done, it is almost twelve o’clock. Before going to bed, Han Mo will check the space-time forum. Before, he only read other people’s posts and never commented. He was all as a tourist. This is the first registration for the poetry contest. , This time, I directly boarded the account of the horse knight when I opened it at one point.

  I won the first place in the competition last time. The moderator sent him a congratulatory post, and some netizens' posts were similar in content, and Han Mo did not look carefully.

   Suddenly a small white envelope hung in the upper right corner. This is a private message. Generally, the post is directly posted in the public place. Private messages are rarely sent. Most of the private messages are spam messages, advertisements and the like. Han Mo didn't take it too seriously and opened the small envelope casually.

"Hello, horse rider, I only met you because of your "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms". I like this poem very much. I am usually a simple and happy little tease in everyone's hearts. Everyone If there are unhappy things, I want to talk to me for comfort, but I am also a human being, and I am also unhappy. Now I am in pain, but I don’t know who to talk to. Rider, are you there? I can talk to you Tell me?" The sender's nickname is Spicy Crab.

  Han Mo originally wanted to turn it off at a glance, but when he saw this nickname, he slowly retracted his action.

The person who sent this private message is not someone else, but Meng Si’s assistant, Pang Xie, because his name happens to be the same as Crab, so everyone always jokes about him. Fortunately, Pang Xie always looks heartless and self-conscious over time. I am also used to it and often call myself a little crab.

  His Wechat nickname is also Spicy Little Crab. Coupled with Pang Xie's affection for the horse knight in front of Han Mo this morning, Han Mo can almost conclude at this moment that this is a small assistant, and there is nothing wrong with it.

  Han Mo glanced at the time of the private message. It was fifteen minutes ago. He didn’t know if the person was still there. He tried to reply, “Of course.”

  The message was sent successfully, and Han Mo waited for the reply from the other party.

  It’s true that Xiao Pang himself said that in the company, everyone usually regards him as a funny person. He is honest and easy-going. The more you have such a character, the feelings will be ignored by others.

  Soon a small envelope hung in the upper right corner of the screen, which was Xiao Pang’s reply.

"I was so excited to see your reply. I really didn't expect you to reply to me. You are my idol. I can already memorize that poem. Hey, but I'm really in a bad mood now, because The girl I like is in love, but my boyfriend is not me. I have been a single dog for more than 20 years, I don’t care about being single, I just want to like her silently, but when she has a boyfriend, I even silently like her qualifications It’s all gone. I’m so depressed, my heart hurts, but I still like her, knowing that I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it, I don’t know what to do."

After reading Xiao Pang’s private message, Han Mo was a little surprised. He didn’t expect an optimistic assistant to be troubled by emotional matters. He thought for a while and replied, “You didn’t affect her life, just silent attention. She likes her, there is nothing wrong." Click to send.

  After a while, Xiao Pang’s message came, “But she already has a boyfriend, I should give up, but I just can’t control my heart.”

Han Mo can understand Xiao Pang’s mood, but he didn’t know how to persuade him to make him feel more comfortable. He suddenly thought of a poem that seemed to fit Xiao Pang Xie’s mood now. He is also a poetry lover, hope He can untie the knot on his own, and he has to tie the bell to untie the bell, and he has to figure it out on his own to stop worrying.

  Han Mo's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard.

  " "I love you, it has nothing to do with you"

  I love you, it has nothing to do with you

  Even the endless thoughts at night

   also only belongs to me

   will not be brought to dawn

  Maybe it can only exist in the dark

  I love you, it has nothing to do with you

  Even if I stand by your side at this moment

   still carrying my eyes

  Don’t want you to see

   just let it hide behind the wind

  I love you, it has nothing to do with you

  Then why can't I remember your smiling face

   but infinitely see

  Your upset

   blooms when I come

  I love you, it has nothing to do with you

   Missing can't survive the dawn

  So I choose to go to sleep

  See you again in my dream

  I love you, it has nothing to do with you

   longing to hide

  So I avoided

  Don’t you see me flustered

  I love you, it has nothing to do with you

  Really

  It only belongs to my heart

  As long as you can be happy

  My sadness

  You don’t need to worry about it"

  Other words, Han Mo didn’t say anything. He sent the whole poem directly. He believed that Xiao Pang could understand it. As a senior poetry lover, he would not fail to understand the meaning of the poem. This is a poem from Han Mo's original world, written by the German poetess Carson Katzetz.

  The other side of the screen was silent. Just now, almost all messages returned in seconds, but there has been no response at this moment. Han Mo guessed that Xiao Pang Xie must be thinking about the meaning of this poem.

   More than ten minutes passed, Xiao Pang never responded, Han Mo was about to withdraw from the forum, and suddenly a private message floated over.

  This time the reply was very brief, with only a few words, "Thank you, Horse Rider."

  Han Mo guessed that maybe he had figured it out, so he said casually, "You're welcome."

  Just sent out, Xiao Pang’s letter came again, "Knight Horseman, can I share this poem of yours on WeChat? I will write your name with the words just reprinted."

  This is not an excessive request, Han Mo doesn't care, and directly replied, "Yes."

  After replying to the last two words, Han Mo exited the page, turned off the computer, and went to sleep.

  At this moment, Pang Xie is still facing the computer screen, and the table is full of empty beer bottles. He drank a lot of alcohol today. If he was not really embarrassed in his heart, he would not have thought of sending a private message to the horse knight. I was in a dazed state just now, until the poem suddenly popped out of the screen.

   Xiao Pang read the poem over and over again, his sad expression gradually eased, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Yes, I love you, it has nothing to do with you."

  Suddenly Pang Xie felt that his mind was abnormally clear, opened the micro-chat, copied the poem, and wrote the name of the horse knight. In this reprint, he did not write a lot of recommendations, but only said one sentence: Those who understand will understand.

  To be honest, I haven’t slept at this time. The key is to hang out on Wechat. In addition to single dogs, they are still single dogs.

Xiao Pang admired this poem very much, because he wrote his mood, he never thought that anyone would resonate with him, and after the reprint, he read it carefully by himself. He couldn't help but admire the horse rider's ability to write a book. , Is this poem on the spot? Just for him? Thinking of this, Xiao Pang was a little excited.

A message appeared at the bottom of the screen, and Xiao Pang clicked it casually. It turned out that someone had reposted the poem. He didn’t expect someone to repost it so soon, so he clicked in and took a look. Wechat is a public platform, even though he is a fan. But there is usually no interaction or understanding. Xiao Pang's gaze fell on the accompanying text of the forwarding.

"Every day I open my eyes in a daze, the first thing is to pick up the phone to send you a message, although sometimes it's just a simple good morning, every day reminding myself that I must not stay up late, but still staying late at night, just for peace You talk a few more words. You like to avoid, always so careless, I dare not say that I love you, because I have no confidence, every text I send you starts with loving you. Even if this love, only Can be buried in my heart."

  Looking at the avatar's nickname, it should be a girl, Xiao Pang didn't know how to comfort her, but he could empathize with him, and he must be silently liking someone. He sighed slightly, and clicked a like under the reposted Wechat.

  In two or three minutes of effort, Xiao Pang returned to his homepage again, and the poem has been reposted more than 300 times.

  Each retweet is accompanied by text, which may be sent out of feelings. Everyone has their own story.

   "I never thought about being the person in your heart. I just hope that I can contact you every day, just like now, contentment, enough."

   "I know you are holding her in your arms at this moment, but you don't know that I love you."

Xiao Pang was surprised to see the reposts one after another. This poem was reprinted faster than "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms". Every time it refreshes, there will be thousands of growths. Xiao Pang is shocked but feels reasonable. , The last song may be from a perspective that everyone is admiring, but this one is more resonant with everyone.