Another World Under My Pen

"...Don't worry, take your time!"

When Lin Lin was about to leave with a USB flash drive containing tunes and dance videos, Sun Peng took her hand and exhorted, “You don’t need to strive for perfection like dance steps. Don’t let me show you the literary and youthful illness of your dancer. What this thing wants is a random energy, the key is to show vitality. Otherwise..."

"Oh, are you annoying!"

Pulling her arm hard, Lin Lin groaned impatiently.

"Don't worry!"

With tight hands, Sun Peng didn’t let Lin Lin break free, and hurriedly said, “There are still the last few words...remember, if this video really gets hot, or if there are a lot of people you follow, you can do it. Strike while the iron is hot! Don't wait for the imitated video to come out, just take a few more shots and upload them."

"Huh? What do you mean by taking a few more shots?"

"Sister, you are using your brain!"

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Sun Peng quite hated iron and steel and said: "Do you think a long-legged beauty dances well, or two or more long-legged beauties dance together? It is a man who likes to see beautiful women like clouds, Long legs like forest shots, you are from a dance school, why don't you give full play to your advantages?"

Lin Lin's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she blinked her eyelashes and said: "I see, what do you mean..."

"Don't mess around, just use your heart!"

Before Lin Lin could say anything, Sun Peng let his hands loose and said: "Don't worry about getting into a group of people. First find a good friend or two to jump with you, and then find someone else when it gets hot. People are willing to cooperate; Don’t be too rigid when you are doing it, and design the details in details, such as the order and time of your group coming out, such as the clothes and shoes you wear, and the time and place where you dance... I think so. A flash or something is quite interesting... hey, hey, I haven't finished talking yet!"

"Oh, I'm so annoying, I'm leaving now!"

With a casual wave of her hand, Lin Lin hurried away without looking back.

"Remember, you uploaded it and let me know..."

The enthusiastic elongated voice shouted, until Lin Lin disappeared in the alley, Sun Peng raised his eyebrows like a Sichuan opera face-changing actor, curled his lips and said: "Cut, I yelled and screamed before saying that I asked her to sell meat , But now rushed to prepare... Woman, did you say that you have been wronged?"

From anger to acceptance, to expectation, Lin Lin only took three minutes.

No matter how trivial Sun Peng's suggestion sounds, but listening to the magical tune and seeing the magical footsteps, Lin Lin finally silently found a USB flash drive from her cousin's house. For a girl who wants to be a star, if she can make a popular video, it will definitely be a temptation that Lin Lin can't resist-it's a bit low-end, but it's a good start!

"Guru!"

Just about to sit down and take a breath, Sun Peng heard the protest from his stomach.

"Oh, I'm hungry."

Wrinkled his nose, Sun Peng rubbed his stomach subconsciously.

When I got up in the morning, I went out for exercise. Lin Lin called the door before I got out of the shower. Wasn't she hungry all morning? Seeing that the time was just over ten o'clock, it took Sun Peng three seconds to decide to make a bowl of noodles for himself.

I opened the refrigerator and searched it. A piece of frozen mutton, a few cloves of garlic, two green onions, a bag of dried chilies, and a bag of dried noodles, except for these, Sun Peng really couldn't find anything else. He was too lazy to get out of the door, chopped up a few things and fry them into a pot of stew, and ate a bowl of dried noodles.

Regardless of his life, Sun Peng is a loyal supporter of pasta.

This habit developed since childhood caused Sun Peng a lot of pain. He still remembered that when he first went to college in the South, he lived alone for the first time. Everything seemed so fresh. In addition to being surprised to wear short-sleeved shorts in October at school, Sun Peng was also particularly surprised to find that southerners did not grow up eating noodles. They ate rice every day, and some classmates even three days a day. All meals are rice!

In the era when the Internet was just budding, high school students who were imprisoned by schools lacked common sense terribly.

Of course, one of his JX classmates was also shocked, because people could not believe that someone in this world had lived for 18 years, but the total amount of rice they had eaten did not exceed five catties! Sun Peng still remembers that the boy blushed and had a thick neck and argued with himself about the concept of rice, because he insisted that only rice is rice, not noodles or steamed buns, which means that Sun Peng has been almost always since childhood. Never eaten...

After the freshness, pain will follow.

In that era when the university had just begun to expand its enrollment, even though Sun Peng’s alma mater was the so-called 985, the school’s conditions were still desperate. In the cafeteria, apart from rice cooking, there is only a noodle window for northerners in one corner, and the only thing the sad Sun Peng can get here is boiled noodles!

The noodles are half-cooked, pour a spoonful of bone broth, and sprinkle a handful of mustard to live.

In the first semester of university, Sun Peng seemed to be hungry. He was really not used to eating rice, and he couldn’t eat noodles from school. Coupled with the wet weather in summer or winter, when he finally returned home from winter vacation, his mother cried with him in his arms. The white and fat son lost forty-six kilograms in half a year in college. It might not be recognized by his own mother.

Slowly, Sun Peng got used to the white rice.

Of course it is impossible to drop out, Sun Peng can only adapt. However, the pasta habit engraved in the bones can never be changed, so when Sun Peng graduated five years from university, he couldn’t wait to go to Beijing for the exam. He never wanted to live in a place where his lips would not be dry in winter and he only eats rice. Up.

There is no shortage of food in the capital, so Sun Peng spent five years in school with a quasi-standard figure, and he inflated like a balloon after work...

"Cool!"

It dried a big, uh...middle bowl of noodles, and Sun Peng patted his belly and yelled cool.

Happily leaning on the sofa while humming, Sun Peng thought about whether to buy some chili tomorrow and grind it by himself. No matter summer or winter, adding a few chilies to noodles is essential, but for people like Sun Peng, the most refreshing noodles are fried chilies. The noodles can be deep-fried with ordinary peanuts, but the noodle soup and mutton chili are the best match. If you add a little sesame salt, it can be called a god...

"what?"

After a full hiccup, Sun Peng blinked suddenly.

"It's weird, because of Mao I have been thinking about eating lately?"

Rubbing the fine fluff on his chin, Sun Peng wondered a little bit in his heart.

If you want to put aside ordinary people, thinking about something like this when eating, and after thinking about it, no one will take it seriously. But Sun Peng is different. Since crossing over, he has felt that he is extraordinary. Like many great people, what he usually thinks and thinks may seem inconspicuous, but maybe there is some hidden significance! For example, Newton's thinking after being taught by Apple, or the petri dish that Fleming forgot, so Sun Peng thought he had to think about it.

Holding his arms, Sun Peng frowned and thought hard for a long time.

"Ugh!"

I don’t know how long it took. Sun Peng, who had recovered from his thoughts, sighed lightly, and shook his head with an embarrassed expression: The meat hasn't grown much...By the way, am I missing the chubby past in my previous life?"

...

Haha, just kidding.

I recently lost weight, reduced my staple food intake, and missed the noodles I made...

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