Bamboo Horse's ex-boyfriend has become top class

When he was about to get off the plane, the two teenagers behind started to pack their schoolbags. When Su Hao passed by Sun Yuanjun, he stopped and hesitated for a moment, obviously wanting to say something.

Sun Yuanjun stared at him. His slender eyes and unruly eyebrows were on the most photogenic face. His face was delicate, but his chin was angular, which made his temperament delicate. It's not girly, it has a kind of coolness with edges and corners.

The thin figure of a young man, although he has not fully grown, his height is close to 180, he really is a good seedling, with a good appearance and a cool temperament in his bones.

Su Hao was carrying the guitar on his back, and pulled the strap of the guitar nervously, as if mustering up his courage, he asked, "Senior Sun Yuanjun, can I add you on WeChat?"

Sun Yuanjun asked back: "Why? I have quit the entertainment circle recently, and there should be no intersections in the future."

Su Hao explained: "It's not for work, but to make friends."

Sun Yuanjun smiled and said: "My friend, are you sure you don't think I'm too old? I'm almost thirty, a whole round older than you." Sun Yuanjun's smile was very gentle, but his words were repulsive a long distance away.

"Lin Moran and I both like you very much. We both think you are handsome, and you are not old at all." Su Hao's words were very sincere, not at all like the official and social language that adults speak.

Lin Moran on the side nodded desperately, with a flattering smile all over his face.

What Sun Yuanjun wanted to say, Song Yu pushed him angrily.

Song Yu scolded mercilessly: "He's a handsome guy, a popular idol, asking someone like you who has passed away to ask for WeChat is to save face, why are you so unscrupulous, and still pushing back and forth like a man?"

After Song Yu scolded, she turned her head and smiled at Su Hao: "Little handsome guy, if he doesn't add you, I will add you. With such a cute face, even looking at the photos in Moments makes me feel very comfortable."

Sun Yuanjun was scolded into a dazed face, and the image of the cold elders in the entertainment industry disappeared, and he only heard the names of "popular idol" and "people who have passed away" being bombarded in his ears.Although he understood that what Song Yu said was true to a certain extent, was it necessary to be so straightforward?

Sun Yuanjun felt that his heart had been stabbed severely.

Song Yu took out his mobile phone and quickly added the two on WeChat.

Sun Yuanjun felt that his heart had been stabbed a second time.

As a result, of course, Sun Yuanjun also added the two of them on WeChat, otherwise Song Yu and Xiaoxianrou's WeChat interaction would not be able to be seen by him?

Is that worth it?

When they were saying goodbye at the airport, Su Hao blinked at Song Yu and said, "I know you too, and I also forwarded your Weibo."

Song Yu said in surprise, "Really?"

Su Hao nodded and said, "Really, but I use the trumpet. I still watch your live broadcast."

Speaking of this, Song Yu embarrassedly smiled "hehehehe".Of course Song Yu knew his position in the live broadcast. Foodies and chatterers, it seemed that even if he became a star, he could only follow the comedian route.

The managers and assistants of the two children came forward, probably said a few words to urge them, and they left in a hurry.

In fact, both of them are boys, and they are about the same age, so they should be equally independent and have individuality.But it's very interesting, Su Hao took two schoolbags and some gifts from fans by himself, with both hands full of things, while Lin Moran was drinking a bottle of drink, idly studying in his hands comic book.

Looking at the two teenagers leaving.Both Song Yu and Sun Yuan looked at each other and sighed, their thoughts were written on their faces without communicating.

It is really similar.

If he and he became famous when they were young, they would probably be like them today.In the flowery youth that should have been studied in school, I was so busy rushing to make announcements every day that I was watched like an animal in a zoo. Yes, I am very popular, and I am also a successful person that young people yearn for, but this is true. okay?

It is said that the entertainment industry is a big dye vat. If you get involved in it at such a young age, can you really get out of the mud without getting stained?

It would be great if it was always popular, but who can guarantee that it will always be popular?To become famous at a young age, the starting point is too high, and the spirit is too high. If you fall from a high place in the future, if you don't have a sound mind, you may not be able to bear such a huge psychological gap.

Through these two teenagers, they seem to miraculously see another possibility about their own lives in a certain parallel world.

This kind of success may have been what they expected or dreamed of, but looking back now, those days in the basement in Beijing, hugging each other for warmth in the cold winter also carried a certain warmth.

Looking back now, those few words and thoughts conveyed through the phone and mobile phone because of the parting are also very romantic.

Even those few years of almost no contact allowed them to get to know themselves better as singles, to think about what is true love, and what is most important to them.

Song Yu thought, God made such an arrangement for his life, there must be a meaning for him, Song Yu has never been so grateful to God for caring for him so much, let him meet the person he loves the most in this life, and that person happens to be Love him so much.

And two people are getting better and better because they are together. Isn't this the most beautiful thing in the world?

Thinking of this, he involuntarily grasped Sun Yuanjun's hand beside him.

Unexpectedly, Sun Yuanjun shook off his hand with a cold face, and brought him back to reality from his self-impression. Sun Yuanjun said viciously: "What are you doing with me, an outdated person?"

Song Yu bent down with a "hahahaha" laugh, and after a while, he threw himself on Sun Yuanjun and said with a smile: "I just like old stars, but I don't like it when I'm angry!"

He continued to imitate the young master in the movie, hooking Sun Yuanjun's chin with his fingers, and teasingly said: "You look really good, wait for the young master to take care of you!"

Sun Yuanjun was so teased by him that he knocked off his hand, and asked, "When will it be?"

"Wait until I finish reading." Song Yu blinked.

The first stop of the Taiwan trip was of course Taipei. They rested for one night, and then went to visit the National Palace Museum in Taipei the next day. Song Yu from the Department of History turned into a history teacher to popularize science with Sun Yuanjun about the cultural relics in front of him. a piece of history.

Beginning in 1933, the first batch of cultural relics of the Forbidden City began to move southward. After eight years of anti-Japanese war and then three years of civil war, these cultural relics were first transported to Chongqing, and then to Nanjing after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. From 48 to 49, it was secretly transported to Taiwan, and the journey spanned more than half of China.

The forty boxes of cultural relics, including calligraphy, paintings, porcelain, and jade, belonged to the Chinese emperors of all ages. None of them were lost or even damaged. Isn’t this because the transporters put their lives on the line? Did it come at a price?

How could such a result be returned at any cost, and it is impossible for a person who tells history to be absolutely objective. Song Yu couldn't control his emotions and tears welled up in his eyes as he talked.

Sun Yuanjun listened very carefully at the beginning, but he suddenly understood why Song Yu liked history and was going to graduate school. He found that when Song Yu was talking about these things, there was a strange flash of light on his face. The brilliance is particularly attractive.

Song Yu was crying a little bit, and Sun Yuanjun quickly wiped his tears with a tissue. Other visitors to the museum were all looking this way, probably thinking that Sun Yuanjun had bullied him.

Song Yu explained while crying: "I'm not sad, I'm moved!"

Sun Yuanjun nodded and said, "I understand. I have acted in plays during the May [-]th Movement before. I think if you were born at that time, you must be a patriotic young man. You didn't run away."

Song Yu gradually stopped crying, and responded: "I think I might still engage in assassination activities, like Wang Jingwei."

Sun Yuanjun studied science in high school, and he was a little confused. He asked, "Isn't Wang Jingwei a big traitor?"

Song Yu puffed out her chest proudly, as if laughing at something you didn't know, and said, "Wang Jingwei was a famous patriotic young man in the early days. He was handsome and could write poems. Idol!"

After finishing speaking, Song Yu began to use his mobile phone to search the Internet for photos of Wang Jingwei when he was young, and showed them to Sun Yuanjun.

It was a group photo of a military academy graduate.The students back then were all bookish and scolded Fang Qiu.

But in such a group photo, anyone can see Wang Jingwei at a glance. He is so handsome. The combination of eyes, nose and mouth is just right, as if the gods have specially favored him to look at him twice more. His aura And strong, simply handsome.

Even Sun Yuanjun, who has been in the entertainment industry for many years, couldn't help being speechless, and sighed: "This looks like Won Bin from Korea, but his temperament is a little more outstanding."

"Really? Isn't it?" Song Yu must be very happy because he got the insight, and continued: "He wrote a poem in prison back then, and I can recite it—" Song Yu prepared proudly Recite poems.

Sun Yuanjun thought about it and interrupted him, "Song Yu, why do you like studying history so much? Tell me, do you just patronize the study of handsome guys?"

Song Yu was startled by his brain circuit, it's simply that Sun Yuanjun's heart is smaller than a chicken's heart now.First, I ate vinegar from small fresh meat, and now I can even eat vinegar from old bacon that has passed away for an unknown number of years in history. There is no cure!

But it's true that my heart feels dark.