Hey, fate

The direction of the heart.

Where the heart is going, just follow the past.

Xie Feng came to the corner of the stairs, there was no one here, he leaned against the wall, put his phone off and put it in his pocket, closed his eyes, held a puff of cigarette in his mouth, and took a long time to spit it out slowly.

The feeling before the smoke comes out is very strange and unpredictable, just like an invisible deer gently bumping into its mouth. As soon as he opens his mouth, it can't wait to break free and change into various shapes in the air, which looks a lot like It was a relief.

Just like you, I feel that I have to go to that distant place no matter what, and I also feel that I am a burden that can be left behind at any time.

Even though the plane ride only takes two hours, Xie Feng still has a vague premonition: after this, they are people from two worlds.

After I leave you, will you miss me a little?

Xie Feng realizes that they have not gone without clues to this day.

From the time when the two of them had disagreements, from when he occasionally didn't understand what An Jia was talking about, from when he pretended to ignore An Jia's hesitation every time, the two of them had already lacked communication and communication, but it was a pity that the novelty and love The beauty of the two has been whitewashing the peace, so that both of them are fascinated by the authorities, and the bystanders are also deceived by the appearance, believing that they are in love with each other.

This is probably the most bragging point of this farce, after all, not every relationship can be blessed by everyone.

They may not be the same way at all.

Xie Feng brainstormed one after another.

An Jia's direction has always been clear, and he has to find his own direction.

At the beginning, he recorded his handwriting videos and put them on video sites. Gradually, he gained some fans, and he began to teach calligraphy occasionally live, which is considered a pastime.

He would come to the pet shop most of the time, and it was more lively here. Although he likes to be quiet, a few friends chatted all over the world, and this kind of comfort and warmth was something he couldn’t experience at home. After separating from An Jia, He can only find this feeling from his friends, so as to dilute the turbulent loneliness.

Chang Zhong didn't care about them, he just told them to be quiet and don't startle the cats and dogs. Everyone smiled and agreed. Since then, this place has become a tacit "old place".

Xie Feng sometimes sits on the side to record videos, and the rest of them perform their own duties, nonsense, playing games, or both. Only the girls are a little caring and know how motherly love is, bathing small animals, blowing hair and cutting nails .Anyway, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp. Even if you can't come to play every day, it's very lively here.

Xie Feng was listening to them while writing quietly in the midst of the turmoil. Thanks to them, he had to remove the background sound and put music on his videos after recording. Write down what you wrote today and what pen you used.

Fans' comments have always been full of praise, and he is also very useful. At the beginning, when there were fewer people, he was able to reply thank you one by one, and was called out by people:

"Oh my god, it's too cute to reply one by one!"

"Hahahaha what kind of cute little thing is Yunyun!"

Xie Feng's name is Xingyun, and seeing the tone of calling him Yunyun, he guessed that these should be little girls, and it's not surprising that they are cute and weird.

Later, with more fans, I gradually couldn't reply, so I picked a few replies with good-looking avatars.

They like to watch his live broadcast the most. He would tell them to post their favorite sentences at the beginning of preparing tools, and then write them down. He taught calligraphy classes in the summer vacation class, and the experience at that time came in handy. While writing, he talked about how to write this 捺, how to bend that hook, how to arrange it to look good, and how to deal with characters with different strokes to make them more harmonious.

If there is no group of ghosts and ghosts who are idle and flustered around him, his live broadcast room is full of children who love to learn and write, discussing calligraphy, or licking their hands with their hands, and blowing their voices with voice control:

"I'm actually taking a calligraphy class here... the one in front of you! Yun Yun's hand, I lick it first as a respect!"

"This crouching chicken is so good-looking, I cried sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo This, And This Crouching Hook-Curved Good-Looking Looks Good-Looking ."

"It's been 8012, and I'm still crying about my broken hand."

"Am I short of a pen! Give me a pair of hands like this!"

It looked like a group of brainless fans were blowing with their eyes closed, Xie Feng accepted the compliment without changing his face and heartbeat.But it’s only since he played the live broadcast in the pet shop that he can’t calm down, because the style of painting in the live broadcast room is weird and the content is bizarre:

"Xiao Chengcheng lost again hahahahahaha I heard him swearing quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

"Yunyun, tell Brother Chen not to be cowardly next time you play Mulan, and go through the crit style of breaking the army and breaking the armor, and the thief is safe."

"I actually watched the game build in the live broadcast room of the writing anchor..."

"Sorry, I'm new here, should I just laugh or go through the process hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Xie Feng looked at these bullet screens and simply stopped teaching, and it turned into chatting directly. He took a mobile phone and took photos of the people around him. He poked the two people playing games on the sofa, "Come over and say hello. People taught you how to play Mulan, and they also told you how to play."

Chang Cheng and Chen Lin had just entered the game, and they had to wait for a while to load, so they raised their heads to say hello, "It's on TV again, hello, can you see it hahahaha."

The barrage went "hahaha" again:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"The recent investigation is strict and does not go through the process, I will laugh first, hahahaha"

"Yunyun's friend is also very cute hahahahahahahahahahahaha"

The two of them didn't stop talking when they entered the game, "Let Yunyun do the fighting, Yunyun Diaochan always took us back against the wind, it's touching."

Xie Feng made up the knife modestly: "How could it be more touching to have your old Sun Shangxiang go up and give a blood."

Kong Ge and Bai Xin were bathing Fugui in the back room. Hearing this, he said loudly, "Your little Chengcheng is an idiot. He was blind in the early stage, and then he couldn't get up and was beaten until he cried."

I heard a few words in the live broadcast room. Fans have seen these people, heard their voices, and heard Xie Feng's detailed introduction of their relationship. At this moment, they all laughed wildly:

"Hahahaha my wife slave dares to be angry but dare not speak out"

"I really didn't expect Xiao Chengcheng to play such rubbish. I played Sun Shangxiang and knew that the early stage should be a little bit... I am bronze."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha the truth before

Chang Cheng was playing the game with his head down and couldn't see the barrage, but Xie Feng was afraid that he couldn't hear the words, and couldn't bear it anymore: "So, can you tell your fans to pay attention to the etiquette of the barrage!"

Xie Feng pointed the phone at Chang Cheng's phone, "They can say whatever they want, I spoil them."

The bullet screen was originally reading "Hahahaha Yunyun is too clever and I still read the bullet screen." Hearing this, he wrote "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and so on. After watching it for a while, Xie Feng felt that the netizens were really the source of his happiness.

The Buddhist writing anchor has successfully transformed into a chatting anchor.

At the fan's request, Xie Feng pointed the camera at Fugui, who was blowing hair, and watched the barrage floating on the screen, and let his mind go.

Across a layer of screen, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys between strangers are so simple, but the people who live in the same bed day and night can't understand his heart, what should I say.

July was a hot month, and the days passed quickly. School was about to start. After An Jia came back from Beijing, the two families had a meal together. Xie Feng thought that he and An Jia had such an awkward relationship. , no matter how good the relationship between the two families is, it would be a weird scene to have dinner together.

After the breakup, the ex-boyfriend and his family had a good meeting and made an appointment for an overdue breakup?

This goes where.

However, the atmosphere at the dinner table was not as pessimistic as Xie Feng thought. The two adults should still eat, talk, and smile, which made the two juniors cautious.

Xie Feng felt uncomfortable in the joyous atmosphere. He hesitated for a while before picking up a piece of sauced beef and putting it on the plate. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at An Jia who was diagonally ahead. He was using the tip of his chopsticks to poke a... Beef sauce.

Xie Feng wanted to laugh a little bit, the corners of his mouth opened and he was suppressed by the bitterness welling up in his heart, he only showed a wry smile, what was he doing.

When bringing the elders to a dinner party, words such as university and future cannot be escaped, and the adults brought up the topic after a while.

"An Jia learned the Fa, and he can do whatever he wants in the future. When the child grows up, he has to make up his own mind. Where's Xiaofeng?"

"Xie Fengxue's Chinese language and literature sounds like nothing, no one can tell what he will do in the future..."

"It's a teacher's school. Being a teacher is the safest thing."

"Boys don't want to go out and make a splash, hey."

"Don't say that..."

Listening to the content of the routine conversation, Xie Feng was distracted again, he didn't taste the taste of a meal, and he didn't communicate with An Jia.

After leaving the hotel, An Jia turned around and left with his family. The two people's homes were in different directions. Xie Feng also followed his parents. In the wind that has not yet blew up in early autumn, it looks thin and straight.

He didn't even turn his head.

Xie Feng was startled, then turned his head and strode forward.

It was like going to save some money to buy an expensive product, and came to the door of that store with great enthusiasm and enthusiasm, only to find that it had simply closed down, but it felt like a huge sum of money in hand.

Disappointed and lucky.

You didn't look back, it's a good thing you didn't suffer.

I'm relieved, I hope I can also let you go slowly.

An Jia got into the car and stared at the direction Xie Feng was leaving in a daze. They could not see their backs, but he still looked at them stubbornly.

This time, when we meet again, is He Xi?

One is different and two are wide, and each is happy.

But is it really a relief?

The author has something to say:

Before I figure out how to reconcile these two, you two should share first...

Is this a knife?Does it count?Not at all, I don't know how to make knives :)