Chapter 71

As soon as the word "you" fell, Zhang Mingli's cheers came from the receiver, and then the crackling sound of things falling to the ground.

Han Mo shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Han, it's so late today that I won't bother you to rest. Well, we're still the same place tomorrow morning. We've cooperated for the second time. As long as the price is within our tolerance, director Hu said it's no problem. We'll bookmark the authorization directly tomorrow. " Zhang Mingli smiled innocuously again.

The two had a brief chat. Zhang Mingli asked about Han Mo's songs and the game, and then hung up the phone.

Han Mo knew that Zhang Mingli was anxious about the program, so he quickly sorted out the story again and prepared to bring it to him tomorrow.

After all the work is finished, it is close to 12 o'clock. Han Mo will look at the space-time forum before going to bed. Before, he only looked at other people's Posts and never commented. He was a tourist. The poetry competition was registered for the first time. This time, he directly boarded the account of the Royal Horse Knight at one o'clock.

The last time he won the first place in the competition, the moderator sent him a congratulatory post and some netizens' follow-up posts. The contents were similar, and Han Mo didn't look carefully.

Suddenly, a small white envelope was hanging in the upper right corner. It was a private letter. Generally, it was posted directly in an open place in the post bar. It rarely sent private letters. Most of the private letters were spam messages, advertisements and so on. Han Mo didn't take it too seriously and casually opened the small envelope.

"Hello, Royal knight, I met you because of your" facing the sea, spring flowers bloom ". I like this poem very much. I am usually a simple, honest and happy little Teaser in everyone's heart. Everyone wants to talk to me about unhappy things and seek comfort, but I am also a person and will be unhappy. Now I am very painful, but I don't know who to talk to. Horseman, are you there? May I tell you something? " The sender's nickname is spicy little crab.

Han Mo wanted to turn it off at a glance. When he saw the nickname, he slowly withdrew his action.

The person who sent this private letter was no one else. It was Pang Xie, Meng Si's little assistant. Because his name was just the same as the crab, everyone always made fun of him. Fortunately, Pang Xie always looked heartless and heartless. Over time, he was used to it and often called himself a little crab.

His wechat nickname is also, spicy little crab. In addition, Pang Xie's love for the horse cavalry in front of Han Mo this morning, Han Mo can almost conclude that this is the little assistant and there can be no mistake.

Han Mo looked at the private letter time. It was 15 minutes ago. He didn't know if the person was still there. He tried to reply, "of course."

The message was sent successfully, and Han Mo waited for the other party's reply.

Indeed, as Xiao Pang said himself, everyone takes him as a funny person in the company. He is simple, honest and easy-going. The more such a character, the more people will ignore his feelings.

Soon a small envelope was hung in the upper right corner of the screen, which was Xiao Pang's reply.

"I was so excited to see your reply. I really didn't expect you to reply to me. You are my idol. I can recite that poem. Hey, but I'm really in a bad mood now, because the girl I like is in love, but my boyfriend is not me. Having been a single dog for more than 20 years, I don't care about being single. I just want to like her silently, but she has a boyfriend, but I don't even have the qualification to like her silently. I'm so depressed and my heart hurts, but I still like her. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I don't know what to do. "

After reading Xiao Pang's private letter, Han Mo was really a little surprised. Unexpectedly, an optimistic little assistant was upset because of emotional things. He thought for a moment and replied, "you didn't affect her life, just silently pay attention to her and like her. There's nothing wrong." Click send.

After a while, Xiao Pang's message came, "but she already has a boyfriend. I should give up, but I just can't control my heart."

Han Mo can understand Xiao Pang's mood, but he doesn't know how to persuade him to make him feel more comfortable. He suddenly thought of a poem, which seems to be in line with Xiao Pang's mood. He is also a lover of poetry and prose. He hopes that he can untie his heart knot by himself. To untie the bell, he must tie the bell. He must figure it out by himself before he can stop suffering.

Han Mo's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard.

"I love you, it's none of your business"

I love you, it has nothing to do with you

Even at night, endless thoughts

It only belongs to me

Not until dawn

Maybe it can only exist in the dark

I love you, it has nothing to do with you

Even if I stand by your side now

Still carrying my eyes

I don't want you to see

Just let it hide behind the wind

I love you, it has nothing to do with you

Then why can't I remember your smiling face

But see infinitely

Your upset

Bloom when I come

I love you, it has nothing to do with you

Missing can't last till dawn

So I chose to sleep

See you again in my dream

I love you, it has nothing to do with you

Longing can't hide your eyes

So I dodged

Don't you see me flustered

I love you, it has nothing to do with you

Really

It only belongs to my heart

As long as you can be happy

My sadness

You don't need to care "

In other words, Han Mo didn't say anything. He directly sent the whole poem. He believes Xiao Pang can understand it. As a senior poetry lover, he won't fail to understand the meaning contained in this poem. This is a poem of Han Mo's original world. The author is German poetess Carson katzez.

The other side of the screen was silent. There was almost a second of information just now, but there was no response at the moment. Han Mo guessed that little pangxie must be thinking about the meaning of this poem.

More than ten minutes later, Xiao Pang didn't reply. Han Mo was ready to quit the forum. Suddenly, a private letter floated over.

This reply is very short, only a few words, "thank you, horseman."

Han Mo guessed that he might have figured it out and said, "you're welcome."

Just after sending it out, Xiao Pang's letter came again, "Royal knight, can I share your poem with wechat? I'll write your name with the words "reprint only."

This is not an excessive request. Han Mo doesn't care. He directly replied, "yes."

After replying to the last two words, Han Mo quit the page, turned off the computer and went to bed.

At the moment, Pang Xie is still facing the computer screen. The table is full of empty beer bottles. He drank a lot of wine today. If he didn't feel uncomfortable, he wouldn't think of sending private letters to the Royal knight. I was in a daze until the poem suddenly jumped out of the screen.

Xiao Pang read the poem over and over again. His original sad expression gradually eased, and he gave a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, I love you. It has nothing to do with you."

Suddenly, little pangxie felt his mind was very clear. He opened wechat, copied the poem and wrote the name of the Royal knight. In this reprint, he didn't write a lot of recommendations, only said one sentence: those who understand will understand.

To be honest, I haven't slept at this time. The key is to stroll on wechat. In addition to single dogs, I'm still single dogs.

Xiao Pang appreciated this poem very much because he wrote his mood. He didn't think anyone would resonate with him. After reprinting, he read it alone and carefully. He couldn't help praising the horse Knight's ability to write a book. Is this a live poem? Just for him? Xiao Pang is a little excited to think of here.

A message appeared at the bottom of the screen. Xiao Pang clicked it. It turned out that someone reprinted the poem. He didn't expect someone to forward it so soon, so he clicked in and took a look. Wechat is an open platform. Although it is his fan, it usually has no interaction and doesn't know him. Xiao Pang's eyes fell on the forwarded essay.

"I open my eyes every day. The first thing is to pick up my cell phone and send you a message. Although sometimes it's just a simple good morning, I remind myself that I can't stay up late every day, I still stay up late at night just to talk more with you. You like to avoid and always don't care. I dare not say I love you, because I have no confidence. Every word I send for you starts with loving you. Even if this love can only be buried in my heart. "

Looking at the avatar, the nickname should be a girl. Xiao Pang didn't know how to comfort her, but he could feel it. He must be silently liking someone. He sighed gently and praised it below the reprinted wechat.

In two or three minutes, Xiao Pang returned to his home page again. This poem has been forwarded more than 300 times.

Each forwarding is accompanied by words, which may be from feelings. Everyone has his own story.

"I didn't want to be the person in your heart. I just hope I can contact you every day. Just like now, contentment is enough."

"I know you hold her in your arms now, but you don't know I love you."

Xiao Pang was surprised to see the forwarding one by one. The speed at which this poem was reprinted was faster than that of facing the sea, warm flowers bloom in spring. Each refresh would increase by thousands. Xiao Pang was shocked but also felt reasonable. Maybe everyone was appreciating the last one, but this one can better resonate with everyone.