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When a man has a house of only twenty square meters, a computer with a polished keyboard, and a job that only fills his stomach.

Then he must be very lonely.

Yang Fang was so lonely holding the computer and surfing the Internet.The sound of firecrackers from time to time outside the window filled the small room with echoes, wandering in the empty room.

There are new posts every second on gay forums, and most of them are lonely uncles clamoring for 419.

One minute later, Yang Fang posted a post titled "Every festival is more lonely", and the ID of the post was Yang Mei.

After a few minutes of refreshing, almost all the replies were provocative words, the dirty hearts were exposed on the Internet, and the men in vests were full of desire.

Yang Fang visited many same-sex forums, each forum was so similar, but Yang Fang stayed here alone.

Because he saw a person's text.

The person whose ID name is Pan Qi would send some life trivia to her lover every month, and the words revealed some faint warmth. Pan Qi's words seemed rough, but every sentence was well thought out, clean and concise.Pan Qi has continuously posted posts for two and a half years, and each post has tens of thousands of hits.

Yang Fang liked to read Pan Qi's posts very much, envied Pan Qi's feelings, and also envied Pan Qi's lover.

Yang Fang skillfully clicked into Pan Qi's homepage, and a new post a few minutes ago stung Yang Fang's eyes.

——Break up, huh, huh.

Yang Fang suddenly had a desire to cry, and he thought sadly that he never wanted to believe in love again.

In a turbulent mood, she sent a private message to Pan Qi, who was shown as online: "When I was single, I longed for love, but when I got love, I couldn't grasp it. Is it the sadness of being a man, or the curse of being gay."

After posting it, Yang Fang had some regrets, but he was more looking forward to it. After all, Pan Qi was like an idol to him, which made people look forward to.

One minute later, Pan Qi called back: "Want to drink, come out to get together?" After that, an address and a phone number were attached.

Without even thinking about it, Yang Fang said hello.

Pan Qi replied to Yang Fang: "Then I'll wait for you."

It's only twenty minutes away by taxi.

It was only when I got out of the car that I realized that it was snowing. The large flakes of snow were very beautiful under the light of the dim street lights.

Yang Fang found the intersection reported by Pan Qi according to the appointment, and there was a figure leaning against the traffic lights at the intersection with his head bowed and playing with his mobile phone.

Yang Fang walked over and greeted dryly: "Hi."

The man raised his head and shook the phone in his hand to Yang Fang: "Hi, Pan Qi."

Pan Qi looks very heroic. At the age of 24 or [-], her eyes are full of vigor and vigor, as vigorous as young leaves showing their heads after the ice and snow melt in spring.

Yang Fang suddenly remembered what Pan Qi said in the post.

——Many people think that they are old, but youth refuses to let them go. They use their unique vitality and vigor to decorate their lives into beautiful scenery.