Chapter 89: Like an Old Friend Returning (Part 9) Like a dream, like dew, like a dream, like a bubble...
Wei Yuanye still cooked stir-fried yellow beef, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a spinach soup. Although Zhang Deng was in a bad mood, he still ate very full. Wei Yuanye looked at him for a long time and asked, "Are you still eating?"
Zhang Deng finished his second bowl of rice, then patted his stomach, feeling like he was about to vomit. He waved his hand and said, "No more."
You must eat more, light the lights and tighten the discipline for yourself, and spare no effort to maximize your current happiness. Even if you know that things will not be good in the future, if you have food now, you must eat more.
Leave the suffering for later.
After Zhang Deng finished eating, Wei Yuanye went to the kitchen to clean up. He sat at the small table under the bed and typed for a long time. Feeling tired, he turned on his mobile phone.
His account hasn't been logged in for a long time, and when he logged in again, it no longer had the same popularity as before. He no longer had a lot of private messages, and his fans had dropped by thousands.
After Zhang Deng read a few private messages and watched some videos, he felt like he had been disconnected from this world for a long time and it seemed difficult to reconnect.
He was about to quit, but the hateful recommendation mechanism recommended him to He Xiaoqiu's account. It turned out to be He Xiaoqiu's wedding photo. He and a tall and handsome Asian man were wearing suits, sitting and standing, and posing to the camera with the standard smile for wedding photos.
Zhang Dengxin shuddered and subconsciously opened the comment section. He saw that many people were as shocked as he was. It seemed that everyone still remembered the incident. Many people's tone was mocking, but some fans also expressed their blessings.
Zhang Deng thought about it and clicked the like button.
This video was posted more than ten days ago, but Zhang Deng just saw it now. The world is changing so fast. He Xiaoqiu actually got married abroad.
Zhang Deng has no doubt that He Xiaoqiu has the ability to find a man better than Liu Yan, because He Xiaoqiu has the ability to be happy. He always pursues happiness at all costs. People like him will live such a colorful life.
However, He Xiaoqiu and other fans soon discovered that he liked He Xiaoqiu's post.
Many people sent private messages to Zhang Deng in the background. After a while, He Xiaoqiu also sent a message, with only a "?".
Zhang Deng said, "I wish you happiness. What's so strange about that?"
He Xiaoqiu said, "Stop pretending."
Zhang Deng: "We are not enemies."
"Isn't it?" He Xiaoqiu asked.
He Xiaoqiu was probably also bored, so he actually started chatting with him: "What did you do?"
Zhang Deng said, "It's hard to say. What about you?"
After all, the two have known each other for many years. Even if they broke up, they still felt familiar with each other when they contacted each other again.
He Xiaoqiu: "I'm studying abroad, a master's degree student, and I'm about to graduate. How about you?"
Zhang Deng: "Dating."
He Xiaoqiu: "With Wei Yuanye? Or has it changed?"
“No.”
He Xiaoqiu: "Oh."
Then he stopped talking.
Zhang Deng actually heard his dissatisfaction and said, "Are you unhappy that I've been talking for a long time?"
He Xiaoqiu said, "It's none of my business."
After the two of them broke up, they were calm and at ease, and no one cared about anyone else's face, and they kept poking at each other's sore spots to chat.
Zhang Deng ignored him and went back to typing. After a while, his phone rang again. He Xiaoqiu sent a message: "I'm going back to China tomorrow."
Zhang Deng didn't know what he meant either.
Maybe He Xiaoqiu himself didn't know what he meant.
They have been together for too long, and their relationship is not good, but they have become a part of each other's life. If they were to write an autobiography each, the other person would be a chapter that could not be deleted.
Zhang Deng: "Does Liu Yan know?"
He Xiaoqiu: "None of his business."
Zhang Deng said: "He hasn't contacted me."
He Xiaoqiu: "It's none of my business."
Zhang Deng: "You must have been infected with the virus."
He Xiaoqiu: "I'm sick."
Zhang Deng was too lazy to pay attention to his madness and stopped replying.
Wei Yuanye packed up and came out, asking, "What happened?"
Zhang Deng: "Nothing."
Wei Yuanye didn't ask him any more questions. He thought the problem was with the phone, so he picked it up and looked through it, and saw He Xiaoqiu's chat history.
Wei Yuanye put it down without commenting and opened the game interface beside him.
Playing games is probably the behavior that is closest to human nature for Wei Yuanye. Zhang Deng found that he is keen on all games, including large-scale fighting games, business games, and even stupid mini-games on the advertising interface, which he can play for an entire afternoon.
This was the only interesting weakness Zhang Deng found in him, but adding it to Wei Yuanye made him more real, which was actually a plus for Zhang Deng.
Zhang Deng was typing while Wei Yuanye sat next to him playing games. The two of them quickly spent a lot of time.
Zhang Deng's story lasted for more than 100,000 words. Li Xin's legs grew smooth and strong muscles. She would have two bowls of rice with her braised chicken rice meal. In college, everyone called her "Sister Shan" because she was like a mountain when she sat in the cafeteria to eat.
Li Xin was a little lonely, so she didn't get angry when people teased her like this, but people wouldn't become friends with her just because she was funny, so she kept to herself most of the time.
When she was a sophomore, Li Xin wanted to change her image and cut her long hair short. Because it was too short, she looked more like a boy. She felt a little self-destructive and decided to just become a lesbian.
But she is actually a pure straight girl. She likes a boy who always runs at the same time as her on the playground. The boy is tall and thin, wearing a pair of gray running shoes and sports shorts in summer. The exposed legs have strong muscles like hers. The boy does not run fast, but can always run for about an hour. Every time Li Xin deliberately passes by him, she will pay attention to her running posture, which looks a little weird.
Li Xin felt that the boy must have known her, and maybe he liked her in his heart. After all, someone as strong as her would always attract attention.
Bufa saw through Li Xin's little thoughts and always smiled meaningfully, but Li Xin was too lazy to pay attention to him.
This thought died when she went to eat braised chicken. She was carrying the dishes and two bowls of rice when she met a boy walking into the cafeteria. He came in first, then opened the curtain with his hand, and a thin, white, long-haired girl wearing a white leotard walked in. The boy naturally put his hand on her waist. The girl's waist was so thin that the boy's arm had some space left.
Li Xin felt inexplicably ashamed, her face suddenly turned red, and she quickly took her plate and walked away.
Only then did Li Xin realize that men would not fall in love with her just because she was strong.
It's not just this guy who can't do it, it's all guys who can't do it.
But she still chose to finish two bowls of rice.
She knew that she would never be the kind of girl in that boy's arms in her life, but she could eat two bowls of rice.
Eating more carbohydrates ensures that her brain is always supplied with glucose, her hair grows thickly, her menstruation is regular, her sleep quality is good, and she runs very fast.
Bufa watched her running on the playground and couldn't help but sigh: "You are like a female leopard."
Li Xin would occasionally chat with him, but most of the time she pretended not to hear him.
One day, Bufa suddenly said, "I'll recommend a teacher to you. You can try running a race."
Li Xin: "What about you?"
"You really think I'm alright," Bufa said. "You really don't take me seriously."
Li Xin asked, "What do you want?"
No: "You'll know later."
Li Xin: "Then I won't be able to see you anymore?"
Don't send: "Why do you want to see me? You usually don't say a word to me all day, and now you are reluctant to leave?"
Li Xin did feel that if Bufa suddenly left her life, it would be a big change, and she found it a little hard to accept.
Don't send it: "If you miss me, write to me."
"Are you sick?" Li Xin thought he was stupid again, "Don't you have a cell phone?"
But he said, "Writing a letter is faster."
Li Xin: “?”
Li Xin knew why she didn't like it and didn't post it, because this person always said some incomprehensible things. She really hated those who were smart and mysterious.
Bufa said: "If you feel very painful in the future, you can try to write it down. Those so-called gods you mentioned will see it."
"Oh." Li Xin didn't want to respond.
He kept silent but continued, "Because words are a medium and a tool, this is all I can say."
Zhang Deng paused slightly when he wrote this.
There was no light in the room, and his eyes reflected the light from the computer screen, which glowed brightly and seemed a little empty.
He didn't know what he was writing, it seemed as if the words just flowed out.
Bufa continued, "If you could understand the power of words, your problems would be solved."
Li Xin didn't speak here.
Bufa seemed to be really leaving. In the world of the book, it was a sunny afternoon, a little hot, but Bufa was not afraid of the direct sunlight. He seemed to have no sense of seasons and temperatures, and always wore the same sportswear.
Under the scorching sun, he said to Li Xin, "A single character is a talisman, a single character scripture, a single mantra. Look at the sun, and when you think of the character '日' (sun), it's the sun. When you see the character '佛' (Buddha), it's a Buddha. You may have heard of people with superpowers who have the ability to see through things. If you put words in a paper box, they can tell what's written inside."
Bufa said, "No matter how you think about it, it's impossible, unless you break free from your purely materialistic thinking and begin to accept that words are more than just words. Each word is a key that unlocks the door to a higher-dimensional world. Those with special abilities have merely grasped a corner of the grand narrative left by higher-dimensional beings and seen what lies behind the words."
He was observing Li Xin's expression, while Zhang Deng behind the screen was terrified.
He felt an unspoken gaze, as if it penetrated Li Xin, penetrated the screen, penetrated space, dimensions, illusion and reality, and came straight towards him.
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