can you be more reserved

Even though Song Yanzhong was very confused, he still used his phone and sent a line, "Did you talk to that netizen?"

Ye Hui didn't know how to explain it, his head was in a mess, so he simply told the matter from the beginning to the end, and finally asked, "What do you mean by him?"

"How do I know...you know this kind of thing best." Song Yan replied directly, with a helpless expression on his hands.

"Well, it's useless to ask you." Ye replied good night, put the phone aside, pulled the quilt directly over his head, and buried himself in it.

Now there are three choices in front of him, one is to be honest, the consequences of the collapse of the talk may be blacklisted, and the other is to continue to maintain the current state, but any word of the great god may make him scratch his head and drive him crazy. The last choice is If you quit the Internet, time will dilute all this, and maybe you can continue to be friends with the master in the end.

After thinking about it, he found that none of the results were satisfactory. He didn't want to just bicker with the great master online, he didn't want to only know the content of Duan Rong on the Internet, he didn't want to only touch a cold screen, he wanted to be with the real master.

how does he look like?

What does he like to eat?

What is your favorite book to read?

Know nothing.

Ye Hui felt that he was being ridiculous again. He had chatted with the Great God through thousands of pages of records, and made so many phone calls, but he couldn't bring him closer to the Great God. What was more than 1000 kilometers away was not his city, but A heart he couldn't understand at all.

More than 1000 kilometers?

correct!

Ye Hui lifted the quilt, almost bounced off the bed, moved forward to the edge of the bed with hands and feet, leaned back, and then his heel touched the cold iron ladder, the other foot was still hanging in the air, and he held it tightly with his backhand Railings on the bed.

address!

He knows the address of the Great God!

Overwhelmed by joy, Ye Hui almost slid down the stairs with two steps, and the last step of stretching out his foot was too fast, the outside of his left foot became a support, and the tearing sensation of the ankle was transmitted along the nerves to the brain , He still took a step in the next second, and he couldn't care so much anymore, he bent down and started rummaging through boxes and boxes.

Ye Hui grinned happily after pulling out the courier package that the master sent him a book. He decided to go to the master after Christmas.

The lawn music god will come at Christmas, even if the god doesn't mean anything to him, there is nothing wrong with meeting him as a friend, and he can go to the god after Christmas.He always believed in his heart that the Great God had some meaning for him. One person’s kindness to another person is often limited. If it’s too good, it’s not right. He figured it out. Still scratching my head and heart itching to kill myself, why not ask the Great God face to face, no matter what he chooses, one, two, three, it's all Floating Clouds!

If you like it, follow it, it's that simple!

Ye recalled it clearly, the whole person was refreshed, went to bed and pulled the quilt to sleep in one go, leaving Song Yanzhong, Cheng Chengyi, Chen Haomu, who had watched the whole process, and the three of them looked at each other, not knowing why this person was crazy.