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It's interesting to say that some bloggers gave you two options when they registered: public or private.

Private blogs are not accessible to anyone but yourself.

At that time, I still thought it was ridiculous. What is the difference between a blog that only I can access and a diary?If you don’t want others to read it, you can just buy a diary and write it quietly.

Now I understand a bit. The advantage of writing on the Internet is that when you want to show it to others, you can show it to others at any time.

Even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, a light link can send a lot of things.

But...but this blog doesn't seem to be what I should read.

I flipped through it casually, and I could see that it was written by a boy who graduated from college in 2012, and each article revolved around another boy who lived in the dormitory next to him... Well, it seemed to be an unrequited love.

But what does this have to do with me?

I emailed back: "Sorry, you may have sent the wrong message, I'm not who you know."

The other party still didn't call me back.

I found this email again the next day and suddenly got a little annoyed.

It’s okay to bother me by sending the wrong email. I kindly reminded him, but he still ignored it.

That's a little rude.

Anger started from my heart, and evil turned to my guts. I clicked on that blog again, and wanted to leave a message below to scare him.

The blog is still the same as yesterday, but with one more page views.

In order to find the message board, I pulled to the end, only to see that the first blog post was written in 2009:

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About him (2009-09-1703:18)

He's a very interesting guy.

During the Spring Festival, he sent text messages to everyone in the class. There were only four words in the text messages: Happy New Year.Not even a signature.

But if you don't answer him, he will call you and chat with you until what dishes are served for the New Year's Eve dinner at each other's homes.

People in my dormitory say he is crazy, but I think he is cute, haha.

The last time I went to his dormitory to borrow hot water for instant noodles, he picked up the pot and filled it up for me, only to find out that the water was still warm and the noodles couldn’t boil.

He said, "Oh, what to do."

Me: "It's okay, it's okay."

He snatched the bowl, said: "No", then rushed into the water room to pour out all the warm water, and rushed downstairs to fetch a pot of boiling water.Can't stop it.

The people in his dormitory waited for him to play cards, and stretched their necks from the window to call him to hurry up. He shouted "come" downstairs, and then came up like a gust of wind.The kettle was in his hand and was about to be thrown out by centrifugal force.

He poured water for me, and I said thank you with a bowl, but he just said "You're welcome", and then went back to play cards without looking back.

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