Network distribution writer and CV master

"Then, let's sing "Where Is Like the Front of the Bottle" for everyone." The music accompaniment sounded, and the man began to sing.

"Poetry is picturesque, a cloud of smoke and rain washes away the mist like yarn

Luoliuxia two places thousands of miles longing for white hair

The willows in the wind and the setting sun sink and linger, the soft intestines hang for you

Light dust, flying flowers, ancient temples

Songs and dances return to the wine, the night is full, the candles are short, and the people fall

The moon and sun in Yulou are thin and the western mountains are full of dust and sand

The smoke of the city shatters, the moon falls, and the sky is melancholy, and the wine is sprinkled

Qingyun is absolutely sad and hate continues, this wordless westward

The soul of the dream returns to choke tears and crosses disillusionment like vanity

The swing went to the Ming Dynasty, the idle clouds collected all the green locks

The shadows are connected, let the decaying tears flow empty and lie on the sick bed

It is difficult to be chic by riding the wind and looking at the world

Sunset and evening rain, hate clouds and worry, stare lightly all day long

The sound of the tide, even the height of the moon building, one person leans on the railing alone

Frost covers the ground, the curtain hangs low, the clouds and the moon are as beautiful as practice

Hurt and parting

Hate never ends

The quiet and lonely courtyard is cold and quiet

Hurting Flow Scenery, Old Pavilions, New Ci Books, Tears, Love Letters, Difficulty

Reminiscing who has gone here for many years, mountains and rivers are vast

The moon does not know the night and the coldness of the ancient road is thin and the horses are far away

Farewell to the banquet cup without stopping to drink into the intestines without feeling tears

Dream of Floating Life, Daughter of Gold, Laughing, Messy, Remnant Red, Light Curtain Scroll

Where is the broken heart like a bottle

The soul of the dream returns to choke tears and crosses disillusionment like vanity

The swing went to the Ming Dynasty, the idle clouds collected all the green locks

The shadows are connected, let the decaying tears flow empty and lie on the sick bed

It is difficult to be chic by riding the wind and looking at the world

Bai Yuzhan's love is still floating in the sky, dancing in the wind

Quiet night, a song of lovesickness

Going without a trace and returning unintentionally dripping drunk before the ink falls into the bottle

It's not like the world has ever been happy"

His voice is very flavorful, clear and transparent, and the special texture forges a deep shocking force, so strong that it makes your scalp feel slightly numb, and can even pass through the nasal cavity to the soles of your feet.

"Does it sound good?" The man smiled, and those who listened could easily feel that he had a good life recently.The joyful mood was transmitted from the other side of the screen to myself, and people couldn't help being happy together.

"Just like it. Thank you girls for the flowers and gifts just now. Thank you, thank you."

"Yeah, I just finished working on a project recently, and I don't need to go too deep into the details of the new project. Since I have time, I'll come up and chat with you."

"Well... I will record some dry sounds recently, if the condition is good." When asked about the recent works, a certain male god paused for a while, thinking about the debt he owed, fearing that he would not be able to do it, he quickly smiled added.

"By the way, Bilibili has finally submitted a manuscript. Girls can go for a coin, haha." Thinking of the manuscript just submitted last night, the male god smiled heartily again.In fact, for the male god, coin gifts are not that important.He originally assisted the drama, and now spends time recording videos by himself, and submitting articles on station B, all out of interest.The tipping money is nothing compared to the money he earns.The case he just completed earned more than 30 yuan, so there is really no need to say that he did these things for money.for what?The male god has thought about these issues before.After staying in the online distribution circle for so long, he has become a male god in many people's minds, his fame has grown, and there are many people who blackmail him.Although I don't take their slander to heart, every time I see it, I feel uncomfortable.I also thought about quitting this circle altogether, but there are so many people I like to comfort me and keep me, and some people even wrote a lot of words to express their feelings for me, saying that I have a great influence on her and make them happy Wake up, no longer depressed.He thought that the reason why he exists in this circle is probably for these people who love him.

I hope that I can always accompany them, warm them, and let everyone play happily together.

"Dinner? Tonight, I ate seafood chowder with my friends. There are Pipi shrimp, river shrimp, crabs and so on. We are a port city, and the most seafood is seafood."

"No show off, no!" The man laughed and yelled in a low voice, expressing that he was wronged.

. . . . . .

"It's almost time. I'll read the file for a while and play a soothing BGM for you. Girls who don't want to sleep can listen to it for a while to build up their emotions. Girls who want to sleep, go to sleep quickly, good night, good night." The two good night voices are softer, containing concern and consideration for the girls.

A soft and soothing lullaby played, and the occasional sound of pages turning, made the little writer feel as if he was right beside him. . . . . .

"Okay, it's already 11 o'clock, I really want to turn off the live broadcast. Girls, good night. Oh, Smith, Mina-san." The male god said good night softly, and then the live broadcast ended.

After listening to the recording from beginning to end, the little writer finally concluded a major event in his life.He thought for a while, went to the male god Da Da's Weibo, and privately messaged: "Da Da, are you from N City? I listened to your recording last night, heard about Port City and Pippi Shrimp, and guessed it myself. It doesn't matter if you don't answer." Afraid that he would be disturbed by the male god, the little writer thoughtfully said.After all, some people really don't want their three-dimensional information to be exposed and interfere with their normal life.

Not long after, I couldn't focus on the information, and a certain male god who opened Weibo from time to time replied: "You too?"

"That's right, Da Da, my home is in the area of ​​N University."

Do you actually live nearby?A certain male god was a little surprised, but then he was relieved, now it's fun.Don't be afraid of long-distance relationships anymore [something. . .Hey, wake up, the two of you are together, the horoscope has not been written yet]

The male god thought for a long time how to continue the topic naturally, and the two chatted for a while, but clicked and clicked on the dialog box, typed and deleted words, and finally nothing was sent.

"Then maybe we can play together in the future." Is this calm enough?Is it natural enough?A certain male god kept asking himself.

After sending the message like this, I can pretend to mention it casually and ask him out.Haha~ A certain male god secretly played a trick.Thinking that he could meet this little cutie at that time, a certain male god was in a very happy mood.

Do you think that two people will reach a consensus in this way, quickly establish a foundation, and finally reach a great harmony in life?

No, you are wrong!

The message sent by a certain male god has been unread for half an hour.

Yes, unread status.

. . .what happened. . .It feels like he doesn't like me that much, maybe he doesn't want to see me at all.Shouldn't it?A certain male god's self-esteem was hurt, and he silently wondered if he was not attractive enough, otherwise why the little writer didn't reply to him for a long time.

But in fact, the little writer was afraid that the male god would mistakenly think that he was hinting that he would ask him out, and that he would have a bad impression of him, so he didn't continue to send messages.

A certain male god was still struggling, but the little writer who got a satisfactory answer and knew that he and the male god were in the same city closed Weibo in satisfaction.He changed into the clothes he was going to wear when he went out, and walked out of the house for the first time today.

After more than an hour, after running out to finish dinner, the little writer, feeling his chubby belly, finally remembered the long-forgotten Weibo.After opening it and clicking on the private messages sent to him by fans, the little writer finally noticed the male god's private messages.

"I'm sorry, Da Da, I'm sorry. I just turned off Weibo and went out for dinner."

"It's okay. Is the dinner delicious?" The male god forgave me so easily~ Mmm, I'm touched.

"It's delicious, but it's not as delicious as the one in N University."

"Zeng Ji~" The male god knows this restaurant, the price is relatively affordable, and the taste is quite good.I was tired of eating it when I was in college, maybe, I can take him to the pier to taste the food that I have never eaten before.A certain male god thought secretly in his heart.

"By the way, Tutu. Send me your account number, and I'll add you as a friend." Naturally, right?should be no problem.

Afraid that the little writer would think of something, he quickly added, "Don't get me wrong, I just like your article. It's really nothing else." It felt like there was no silver 300 taels here, but of course the little writer wouldn't notice come out.He was completely immersed in the joy that his male god Da Da actually asked himself for the □ number, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"?" Maybe after waiting for a while, wondering why the little writer didn't speak, a certain male god sent a question mark.

"96XXXXXX2" the little writer quickly sent his number.

Soon, the male god's friend request arrived.The little writer immediately passed, and then looked at the system's default prompt stupidly, you and him are already friends, and you can start chatting.But neither of them started to say anything right away.

After a while, a male god who couldn't bear it sent a voice message, "Tutu, please teach me a lot from now on~"

"No, no, I'm very happy to be friends with Da Da~︿(￣︶￣)︿" The little writer who was led away with his thoughts didn't realize that the voice of a certain scheming man was speaking.Obviously when I am not working, I can not talk without talking, and I have always liked typing and communicating. . .Knowing that my voice can confuse people, I deliberately use my voice to tease the little writer who already likes my voice.It's really dark~

After a long time, the little writer whose brain reacted suddenly thought of one thing.

The male god said he likes his articles.my own. . .article? ? ?

But!Damn, what I write is Tanmeiwen! ! !

What did you write in your own article? ? ?You should think about it! ! !Ahhh!ah!Did I drive a car yesterday. . .It seems that I have written kitchen play before. . .

What should I do, is it too late to delete the article?

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Little writer: [crying loudly] Tutu is wronged, but Tutu just wants to say it.And no one told Tutu that the male god would want to chat with Tutu.Bunny just went out and ate a carrot!Tutu is hungry!I'll reply right away when I get back.

A certain male god: [touching his head dotingly] It's okay, I don't blame you.

Little Writer: [thimpering] Looking at the male god Da Da with tears in his eyes, "Really... of...?" Saying a word, he twitched his shoulders.

A certain male god was amused, the little writer saw him laughing, and completely collapsed, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Still laughing at me! You are so bad! Uh, uh."