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When the sun rises, the wine and meat air at the bonfire party disappears with the temperature that rises.

It is also boring to ride camels all the time. Ao Chi, who has no ideals and is tacky in the tent and plays games with the black robes in the tent, while I walk alone to a place not far or near the tent, looking forward to discovering some interesting things.

However, basically nothing is found, and it is still a similar scene. There are also white bones that appear from time to time, mostly buried in the sand and abandoned by time, which are very lonely.

Tonight, the tent was illuminated with candles. I don’t know which psychopath said that candles were more suitable for setting up the atmosphere. So, when the 5th black robe, who was particularly tall, sat between us with an animal’s skull, I felt that the temperature in the tent dropped, and a cold wind blew across my body.

"Are you afraid? I feel cold?" Black Robe No. 5's voice was very thick and very low.

"It's hard not to be empty, lonely and cold on such a night!" I gave him a blank look, then turned my head and shouted at the black robe No. 1 next to me, "You're just a fan of the cold weather!"

No. 1, the black robe, stopped the fan in his hand and laughed, "I just want to increase my sense of presence."

"Hurry up!"

No. 5, the black robe, looked at the bones in his hand and slowly opened up the conversation...

1

"Dear, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed!"

"No, no, kiss me before going to bed!"

"Okay, dear-dear!"

Fang Yue yawned and sent out a red lips in the MSN dialog box. The cold monitor hid his impatient heart, and the virtual network transmitted the disguised love exhaustion.

The avatar named "Green Yi" finally sank into gray with satisfaction.

Finally, the troubled woman. Fang Yue took a sip of the cigarette, and the dim ashes fell on the black keyboard covered with oil, making a mess.

In fact, this keyboard was once as clean as new. Every time Luo Ying stayed by his side, she always nagged while grabbing the rag, carefully cleaning the keyboard that was stained by him and the entire room.

Luo Ying... Fang Yue's gaze lazily slid down the long MSN list, landing on the still-lit avatar.

Many people like to use pseudonyms on MSN to hide themselves and emotions, but he knew that Luo Ying never had this habit. From the first time he met her on MSN, her name on MSN has always been "Luo Ying", which has remained unchanged for a century. She is not a very fancy woman. She doesn't like to use demon-burned clothes to make herself look charming. Everything is aimed at simplicity and truth, including the names on MSN.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning. Fang Yue looked at the time. Why didn't this woman sleep? Looking at the rest of the "red pink confidants" on his list, most of them lined up with the creed that "deficiency of sleep is disfigurement". Only her, the green color of her avatar was bright in a quiet gray, like a living bud.

If Luo Ying was his "confidants" who were still in the ambiguous stage, he would be very interested in caring and said heartily, "Why don't you sleep so late? Sleeping too late is not good for your body!", but the other party is Luo Ying. He has been dating for two years and now lives in another city. After his initial enthusiasm was gradually exhausted and the freshness was bounced off like ashes, he no longer cared about these small details. She would always sleep well, but it was her body.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Fang Yue's eyes remained on Luo Ying's avatar. With an inexplicable thought, he gave up the idea of ​​turning off the phone and sent a message to Luo Ying for the first time: "Isn't you sleeping?"

Fang Yue has a bad memory and only remembers that he hasn't taken the initiative to say something to Luo Ying for a long time. Now, Luo Ying's existence is like a vase placed in a fixed position. Even if he doesn't care about it, she is still in her position, so he gradually ignored her with confidence.

Soon, Luo Ying returned with a smiley expression sticking out his tongue.

It's this smiling face again.

Since one night a month ago, Fang Yue, who was in a bad mood, asked himself to care, and wondered if he had done something wrong and made him feel bad. Luo Ying coldly said: "Everything is my question. You are very good, you have no mistakes, but please don't talk to me, wait for me to come to you on my own initiative, okay?"

After he finished speaking, Luo Ying was silent for a long time. After about an hour, she sent a message, without words, only this smiling face with tongue-tips, and then she got off the line. After knowing her for so long, Fang Yue remembered that it was the first time she got off the line before herself. Her sudden gray avatar made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After that, the small storm did not have any turning point to their relationship. The next day, Luo Ying's avatar lit up on time, as usual, until he was offline. She did follow Fang Yue's "request" and never took the initiative to say a word to him. She just let the avatar lit up and destroyed, and then went back and forth.

The world seemed to be really pure, Fang Yue breathed a sigh of relief. While his bad mood was declining, he flirted with other confidants as if nothing had happened. Occasionally, when he thought of Luo Ying and gave him a painless greeting, she only smiled and said nothing more.

Today, she is still like this.

Fang Yue closed the dialog box without any slightest, went offline, and shut down the phone. He didn't mind that she only used emojis to respond to herself. In fact, no matter what she said, the meaning to him was equal to an insignificant symbol. From when did she lose the desire to talk to her? Fang Yue couldn't explain it clearly.

Perhaps, people have the bad habit of being fond of the new and getting tired of the old and the old.

Fang Yue lay on the bed yawning. In the sleep of Yingying Tongtong, the faces of different women were intertwined, some laughing at him, some fiddling with charming postures at him, just like what he usually imagined about them.

However, after those shaking shadows and human faces, there were still eyes, and the pure gaze came brightly, falling into Fang Yue's confused eyes without any intention.

2

Bang!

The black folder was slapped in front of Fang Yue, and the deputy editor-in-chief's face turned darker than the folder.

"What's the name you wrote?" The hair on the forehead was dyed eye-catching purple. A short man wearing a famous brand looked down at Fang Yue sitting behind the desk, and deliberately orchid raised his orchid and pointed, "I said that this issue of IDEA should focus on highlighting the independence of modern women and their achievements in this society. Why did you go to school to create a series of students and girls?! Do you still want to do it?"

Fang Yue was stunned and said, "It's not that the theme of this issue is from campus..."

"A ghost on campus!" The deputy editor-in-chief interrupted him angrily, "The campus wind has moved to the next issue. Didn't I send an email to notify you to change the subject!"

"Email?" Fang Yue was confused.

The deputy editor-in-chief looked at Ye Yan from Fang Yuelin's desk and asked, "That day I sent you an email asking you to notify him of changing the subject, but you didn't say it?"

Ye Yan blinked his big eyes with exquisite eyeliner and pointed to Fang Yue innocently and said, "I wrote him a note, just put it under his keyboard. He didn't see it himself, can you blame me? I've been busy with GRANDY's interview these days and I'm dizzy."

Fang Yue then looked down at the keyboard, and a little paper edge was exposed on the left side. He couldn't find it without paying attention. He lifted the keyboard and there was indeed a small pink note on the bottom.

"You..." The deputy editor frowned and looked at Ye Yan, but his tone was not serious at all. He only hummed twice, "I said, you should pay attention next time!"

Ye Yan nodded quickly and said coquettishly: "I won't write notes next time."

"Yes." The deputy editor-in-chief took back his gaze, without looking at Fang Yue twice, and without apologizing, he walked straight back to his office, as if nothing had happened. Ye Yan continued to typing on the keyboard as if nothing had happened.

Fang Yue sat quietly in his seat and sorted out the manuscript.

As the new editor of CHARMING magazine, this is not the first time Fang Yue has encountered this situation. He was just because he was a newcomer, and he once won a praise from the boss for a manuscript that looked at his personality through clothes. While this praise aroused Fang Yue's unlimited work enthusiasm, it also attracted the attention of his colleagues with their own thoughts.

No matter whether the boss was unintentional or intentional, they had never heard anyone praise him in person.

Later, Fang Yue's work became increasingly difficult. The interview he wrote said that the topic was wrong. The well-known author who had worked hard to make an appointment was always intercepted by other colleagues "accidentally" them.

Although Fang Yue is young, he is not stupid. Of course he understands the reason for his exclusion. When he is not disdainful and angry with others' darkness, he is also worried about himself. As a newcomer, the most direct impact of continuing like this is being kicked out by the landlord. It is impossible to live normally in this city with just a little basic salary and without the support of generous editorial fees.

Fang Yue met Luo Ying on such a depressing morning.

In the dialog box that popped up on MSN, Fang Yue’s college classmate Haiou typing out a paragraph: “I’ll introduce you to an author. Although I don’t write much about fashion magazines, my writing style is good.”

"Okay." Fang Yueqiang cheered up and replied.

So, the seagull pulled Luo Ying into the conversation between the three.

When Fang Yue saw Luo Ying's name, he immediately knew her origin. He had seen Luo Ying's name more than once in some literary magazines. Speaking of which, Luo Ying is also a little famous person in this circle. Fang Yue was happy and a little excited to know her.

After the seagull introduced them to each other, he withdrew from the conversation, leaving them the two of them to start a most common conversation.

Fang Yue was cautious at first with Luo Ying, afraid that any of his words would make her dissatisfied. In his experience, most of the authors with some fame were a bit arrogant.

However, after that day, Fang Yue was surprised to find that Luo Ying was not only not difficult to deal with, but was approachable and cute, and spoke humorously and straightforwardly, which he had never encountered before. After seeing Luo Ying's photos, he unexpectedly discovered that the girl's appearance was as cute as the way she spoke. Her big and round eyes seemed to have two pools of clear water, and she could not find any impurities that should not have.

The sunlight at the end of August shone through the window, shining faintly on Luo Ying's photo on the monitor. Fang Yue looked at this small photo, and every word that Luo Ying typed out like a movie flashed in front of him, and every naughty expression was a little lost...

At night, Fang Yue lay on the bed, and the stuffy air kept pouring in from the window, but Fang Yue didn't feel uncomfortable at all. The strange feeling in his heart had not faded, but became more and more intense, so thick that he completely ignored the discomfort caused by this corrupt weather.

Is he falling in love with her?

Fang Yue thought uncertainly.

He is just a person he has never met before, so why does he care about so much?

However, another voice came out of my mind, and I said coldly—

If you don't love, you're just too lonely.

Fang Yue was startled by his body.

He stood up, shook his head vigorously, and looked at the sleeping city outside the window.

I told myself that I must have fallen in love with that girl, and it is not uncommon to fall in love at first sight.

But I am indeed lonely.

In this city, Fang Yue has no relatives or real friends. The open and secret struggles between colleagues make him tired and helpless. When he is extremely tired, he can't wait to hope that God can give him a peaceful comfort, give him a life-saving straw, stay by his side, and accompany him through such a pale and ups and downs.

Thinking about it carefully, whether it is true love or life-saving straw, he really needs such a person to appear.

So, after that August morning, he stayed on MSN every day to see if Luo Ying was online. Whenever he saw her avatar was green, his heart also wanted the color to become as vivid as it was. Once her avatar became gray, his heart sank.

He wanted to talk to him every day. He read her blog, understood her preferences, chose the topics he thought were the most suitable, and chatted with Luo Ying in the most natural way, telling her all the depression at this time, the dislocation in the old days, and every thing he had encountered.

Luo Ying always listened very carefully, and then analyzed it carefully for him and cheered him up just like he was taking his own problems.

Gradually, Fang Yue discovered that Luo Ying, who had never been online at night, was online for longer and longer. When she was upset and wanted to find someone to tell her, her avatar always lit up. The green color made people feel at ease.

In November, when the ginkgo leaves outside the window were as bright as gold, Luo Ying became Fang Yue's girlfriend.

That day, there were no flowers, no gifts, and even a affectionate look. Some were just dialog boxes on the monitor-

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"OK."

"If you agree, you can't go back on your word."

"I won't go back on my word."

On that day, Fang Yue never felt that the sky was so blue. The emptiness that had been deposited in his heart for many years was filled at that moment. His body was like a swaying boat, and finally he leaned on the shore.

3

Luo Ying grabbed the spatula, not very skilled but was very serious about stir-frying dishes in the pan that were not good-looking.

Fang Yue opened the door and saw the back busy in the kitchen, the long-lost warmth appeared in his heart.

This is the third day they met. Luo Ying's home is in another city thousands of miles away.

As Fang Yue imagined, Luo Ying's person was as straightforward as her tone of speaking, and even a little childish and innocent. Sometimes he could be scoundrel in his arms, and sometimes he was angry with him for not killing a cockroach that made her extremely afraid.

He hugged Luo Ying's waist from behind and buried his face between her neck, making Luo Ying laugh.

This girl loves to laugh very much, and she is heartless when she smiles. Fang Yue is a little helpless. If she pursues the deepest part of her heart, the perfect woman he longs for should be the kind of lady who is quiet, beautiful, and charming, and is also a breeze when she smiles. Luo Ying seems to be a long way from this standard.

Fang Yue sat in front of the computer, his eyes swept over Luo Ying, who was wearing a wide sleeping suit, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the table, nagging him to not smoke so much in the future. A thought flashed through his mind, if her face had a more outline, if her figure was better, if she could change to a more feminine skirt instead of always wearing this ugly sleeping suit, how great it would be...

Luo Ying had only one week off and she had to return to another city thousands of miles away.

Before she promised to meet Fang Yue, she asked him, "We are thousands of miles apart, and this question is very troubled."

Fang Yue just said, don’t worry, I will solve this problem sooner or later, you will be there. We cannot be a pair of lovers who have never held hands.

At that time, he just wanted to see her soon. The other problems were not problems, at least he didn't have to consider it now.
To be continued...