Chapter 9: Moonlight, forget me (2)


"Hello, welcome back, Mr. Yan."
The familiar electronic female voice is very gentle. This is the sound that has been modulated by himself. It is not sticky like a girl, nor is it cold and boring. It is about a sound that can be perfectly confided in his heart.
"Ok."
The words were softly answered, this is his secret diary, saved in the form of dialogue.
He drank a cup of coffee, and the taste quickly spread slowly. It was a bitter aroma. It started from somewhere in the base of the tongue, usually accompanied by a little bit of hemp, but it was very fragrant, but it was very fragrant. Love and hate, as if this is the charm.
When his mother came over occasionally, he always disliked the bitter taste of the house, saying that this room was rarely popular, which seemed to be even more unwilling to let people go.
But maybe it is just the right thing. He had a strong sense of territory, strong to almost paranoid, and paranoia is not only presented in these places, in some ways, too small to suppress himself to make him The character has produced a certain distortion. He has almost strict requirements for himself. Of course, he has done a very good job, but only occasionally he will feel very breathless.
He had a slight depression and self-destructive tendency during his childhood, but fortunately his strong self-control made his spirits tighten to a just-right balance. He told himself that he had to wait until he got everything he wanted, or he would die. Too bad.
It is a pity that he finally began to try to manage this extreme emotion in adulthood, so he did not go to self-destruction in the end, but in general this is a good thing.
One of the methods is to keep a diary. He doesn't record every day, just record some special moments.
"The weather is good today," he said, crossing his legs and greeting the electronic female voice, as if he was reunited with an old friend on a winter night, and the tail was full of joy. "Unfortunately, you can't go out and enjoy it."

Oh,
the electronic female voice has a certain amount of intelligence.
I think it may be that you are in a good mood.

Speaking a little chuckle, in fact, the arc is not big, but this is already a symbol of his very happy mood.
He took out the bouquet he had just bought, not very big, just enough for him to hold in his arms.
A bunch of fresh moonlight forgets me, white flowers are softly asleep in front of the leaves.
"My last time, where did you come?"
"Hello, the last record was eight days ago," the electronic female voice re-read the last sentence of the previous diary. "You recorded it at the end." I felt that I would argue with him. It made me very painful, but I was glad. I still have at least a chance to argue with him."
Mr. Yan, who listened to his last diary, felt a little shame, but the electronic female voice was only electronic, so he quickly returned to God.
"Yes, it sounds very sad," said a self-deprecating laughter. One finger stroked the soft petals, and the fingertips felt brocade-like silky. "But now there is a turnaround, which is no better."

The electronic female voice did not answer this time. If the other party mentioned her, she was only a perfect object to talk to.
"This flower is called Moonlight, and I don't forget it." He didn't open the door, just stroking the petals to recall something. "When I saw this flower for the first time, it was my mother's arms. She was holding tears and holding it. It. This kind of mutated white forgets me very special, just like the moonlight, I have such a name."
"Because of the white moonlight, it is always impossible to compare, so its flower language is - the endless love of a poor life."
When he said that he raised his eyebrows and bowed his head and took a sip of his coffee, his eyes finally showed a glimpse of the stunned look.
"But since Yan Zhengde took her into the door, I never saw her buying this bunch of flowers again. It seems that I forgot the self-blame and self-satisfaction of the year. Of course, there is nothing wrong with it. I am willing to raise my eyebrows. This is her. The biggest comeback in life is gratifying."
His voice was a bit sharp and with a hint of irony.
"I just didn't expect fate to be like a reincarnation," he laughed at himself. "Before meeting him, I never thought that one day I would hold this flower like her."
"This may be a good thing." Electronic female voice will give some reaction after hearing some keywords.
"Also, in some ways, it is also a kind of self-cultivation," he thought. "After all, I have never asked for this kind of mentality before him. Oh, think about it a week ago, it is better to say yesterday, it is bad. It’s over."
"Everything will be fine." The electronic female voice responded softly and without emotion.
He heard the words pause, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise higher and higher.
"I always think that I am now like a thief. This may not be a glorious means. It is even immoral in some respects, but..." His eyes fell on the bunch of flowers for a long time. "I can’t ask, it’s really People can't stand it."

Is this a turnaround?

......
Shen Zhi soft sitting cross-legged on the sofa and typing on the keyboard, looked very desperate.
This is already the fifteenth time she sent a photo to the National Beauty Girl contest, and it was brushed down in the first round.
She looked at the black and white headshot hanging in the living room silently, very distressed, and did not understand why the world could not appreciate her beauty.
The cat who was so beautiful and mad that she was going to die was broke into her house at this time.
Almost silent, the cat has begun to walk in the light, the beautiful fluffy tail seems to be quite uplifted, it gracefully jumped off the balcony, the fur is so bright to shine.
Lying in the trough, it's how it came again.
She watched the other side cautiously, and found a different place this time.
It had a beautiful and fresh white flower branch in its mouth, and looked up and saw the Shen Zhirou. It glanced at it and passed it without seeing it.
"...you are really welcome."
Shen Zhirou was so angry that he couldn't help but sigh, but she didn't believe in evil. She hadn't been convinced before she touched the cat. This time she didn't believe that she couldn't touch it.
So she stopped the cat who was about to step up the stairs.
The cat licked the and took a step back. She sat down and looked at her elegantly. It was indeed very elegant. Like a self-cultivating gentleman, she made her want to be embarrassed to make a smirk when the traitor was about to succeed.
Shen Zhirou suddenly felt a little embarrassed, I don't know if it is because the cat's eyes are too human.
She whispered: "I will touch it, I will let you go."
The cat took a step back in a cold, really cold, Shen Zhirou can fully see the indifference of it from its eyes.
Shen Zhirou: "..."
Shen Zhirou is very unacceptable: "You can't do it if you let me touch it?"
"Happiness, is it coming again?"
Shen Zhirou has a glimpse, Shen Zhifan is already on the second floor stairs.
Shen Zhirou was too late to complain about her little grievances. She saw that the cat was sprinting from her side, and she went into the arms of Shen Zhifan.
It is also particularly shameless, especially when it is soft and soft, and it can be smashed out.
This gentleman and cat grandfather is not the average grandfather in front of her. Now, the face is changing fast, and the soft voice is soft and stunned.
"Shen Zhirou, don't bully a kitten." Shen Zhifan had a dimly touched cat, and he was very unkind to teach Shen Zhirou.
Shen Zhirou: "???"
Who is bullying, who is clear, who is bullying? ? ?
However, Shen Zhifan's thoughts are all on the cat, and there is no effort to listen to her explanation. As in the previous time, she left her with a special indifference.
... she wants to leave home and leave QAQ.

The cat of the male god’s family went back and made Shen Zhifan very happy. Shen Zhifan felt that he had a legitimate reason to go to the general.
He squatted for a while and was very satisfied.
But the more troublesome thing at the moment is...
He looked at the cat lying on the bed, and the round blue eyes were as clean as a sea, so cute and as if there was no trace of impurities.
"Hey, I am going to sleep," he blushes a little. "I want to take off my clothes. You can go home."
Shen Zhifan has a good bud, from childhood.
I can't sleep without sleeping naked.
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