Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 172

Although he was suspicious, jealous and even cursing a certain man in his heart, student Zhuang still answered Zhang Na's question quite seriously.

Zhang Na is a beauty, and Su Xue is even more so!

Su Xue is the goddess of most boys in their class. As for the few boys, they are either obsessed with Two-dimensional or station B, and they are also members of station B who can post bottom barrage.

Zhuang listed one, two, three, four, with analysis and examples, and gave specific and detailed answers.

Ran and egg.

He has never been given a gift by any girl.

So the answer actually didn't satisfy Zhang Na. ——Of course, Su Xue couldn't be satisfied either.

When breakfast was almost finished, Zhang Na's cell phone ding-dong.

After taking it for a look, Zhang Na smiled and said to Su Xue, "Xuexue, there is another video of my male god, let's go up quickly!"

Su Xue hummed.

Two minutes later, the two held hands and walked quickly towards the girl's building.

"It's a good thing it's not Su Xue."

Looking at the backs of the two, a certain student surnamed Zhuang had deep eyes, and his heart was full of huskies, "However, the man-in-law actually wants to chase after him? Interesting!"

The so-called video of the male god was posted on Weibo by the blogger Zhang Na followed who said "the piano makes me unbeautiful". It was the same as the previous one, with a sentence and a video.

Zhang Na's mobile phone data is very small, only [-] megabytes per month, and even if the data is enough, she will not watch this video on her mobile phone.

The phone screen is too small!

"I am close to you, and you are far away from me."

Su Xue read this sentence from the top Weibo on the laptop screen, but after finishing reading, she was a little dazed.

This is too similar to her current situation!

"Sister Na." Su Xue couldn't help calling Zhang Na, seeming to ask but not to ask, to ask but not to ask, to say something but not to say, to complain instead of complain.

But after reading the same sentence, Zhang Na seemed a little happy or happy, and said: "Xuexue, I guessed right, my male god is really young!"

In Su Xue's confusion, she opened a new browser window, typed the three words "I Li Jun" on the search page, then pressed Enter, and then clicked on one at random, indicating to Su Xue to look at it.

That is a poem:

You were born before me, and I am old when I was born.You hate me for being born late, and I hate you for being born early.

I am not born, but I am old. Hate not to be born at the same time, and be good with you every day.

I was born before you were born, but when you were born, I was already old.we live far away from each other.

I was born to you but I was not born, but I am already old when you were born.Turn butterflies to find flowers, and live in fragrant grass every night.

This poem is not long, the most important thing is that the words are very straightforward, and the first few lines are basically the same, Su Xue read it quickly, and then she let out an "ah".

She actually knows this poem, but she only remembers the first two sentences, and if she recites it, she will definitely not be able to recite it. She also understood what the blogger meant.

It's not so close, but the ends of the world.

It's not the ends of the earth, but "I was born before you, and I am old when you were born."

"How old is the blogger?" Su Xue asked softly.

"It's not written on Weibo." Zhang Na said.This is actually quite normal, no woman will disclose her age on the Internet, so that everyone can know at a glance, so their "Internet age" is basically under ten years old!

"But it's about the same as our senior sister who just graduated."

Su Xue nodded.

In other words, 23 four to 26 seven or eight are all possible.And the man in the video, it seems, must be much smaller than that!

Zhang Na has already opened the video at this time, and it is still maximized like last time.

Soon, the video starts playing.

It's still that guzheng, that person, and those hands.

The sound quality of the notebook speakers is not very good, a little fluttering, and a little hollow, but watching the video and listening to the sound, the two girls are still intoxicated very quickly. Click play.

After playing again, after a while, Su Xue said: "He plays really well!"

This time, even if she was a layman who didn't know anything, Su Xue knew that the person in the video played extremely well, because in the second half of the piece, the movement of that hand was so fast that people couldn't see clearly. What's more, the dexterity of each finger is simply outrageous.

"Xuexue, I'm done." Zhang Na's expression was complicated, and her heart was also complicated. "I just saw Peach Blossom Spring."

Su Xue must know about Taohuayuan, there is no need to explain, let alone search. In fact, she was very intoxicated when she heard it just now, but because of "don't have a hug" in her heart, she was not as deep as Zhang Na. She smiled lightly, and said, "Sister Na, do you regret it now?"

She was referring to Zhang Na saying yesterday that she would not pursue the male god in the video.

"Yes, sister regrets it." Zhang Na said.

She didn't regret it, but blamed herself, and even doubted whether she was the fabled woman in the legend.

this man.

that man.

Why did she think that was her perfect male god when she saw that, but after seeing this again, she felt that this was her perfect male god?Why are the images of the two of them so consistent with her imagination?

One is good at music, and this is her dream and regret.

One……

Yesterday afternoon, the scene in the library reappeared in her mind. At that time, she was passing by the aisle, and the man was just sitting there, flipping the book gently with his fingers.

And at that moment, in Zhang Na's view, his fingers were not turning the pages of the book, but plucking at her heartstrings.

Really, there is no exaggeration, just one glance, she fell.

Hate you not him.

Hate him not you.

The poem I read before still had a bit of remnant in my memory, but at this moment, these two sentences floated in Zhang Na's mind. For a while, Zhang Na's heart was really very chaotic.And in this mood, she unconsciously refreshed the page.

At this time, it had been almost half an hour since the blogger posted this Weibo. Although it was morning, there were still quite a few comments below.

"Blogger, did you see my private message? Please reply!" This was the top comment displayed at this time.

Seeing this comment, Zhang Na remembered that after seeing that video last week, she also sent a private message to the blogger.At this moment, she glanced at the upper right corner inadvertently, but in fact she didn't need to look, there was no new news!

In other words, the blogger didn't reply.

But I guess I can't reply, the last Weibo has more than 1 retweets at this time!

It doesn't seem like a lot, but you know, it's a video of playing Guzheng!In the whole of China, how many people love music, and how many of these people have been following Weibo for a long time, and how many of them have been following Weibo for a long time...

In short, counting layer by layer, this seemingly "not much" forwarding volume is actually shockingly large!

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