Lin Anran counted the days. The day after tomorrow, it's time for him to go to the counseling center again.
Teacher Zhou was not so relieved. She will probably ask about Shang Hao. This is the first time that Lin Anran, a boat drifting with the flow, made such a big determination to wind up the sails and face the waves.
As soon as he became anxious, he began to pace around the house repeatedly by himself.
Before Shang Hao went to work in the morning, Lin Anran nervously and nonchalantly mentioned the social account.
Shang Hao: "Account? I seem to have one, what's wrong?"
Lin Anran said it was okay.
The answer did not exceed expectations. His account is not taken care of by himself, and the answer is very safe, and there is no mistake.
He obviously didn't want to doubt Shang Hao. It's just that Lin Anran didn't realize that he was suffering from gains and losses unknowingly.
Lin Anran is at home alone. He sat in front of the computer with a serious expression, and typed the question "How to distinguish fantasy from reality" in the whiteness search bar.
He moved the cursor and clicked on the first entry that popped up.
"The best answer to this question: In real life, there are often many people who cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality. Everyone is familiar with fantasy and reality. So how can we distinguish them well? I believe everyone is very curious. So let the editor tell you how to distinguish fantasy and reality. Actually, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. The editor himself distinguishes them through thinking, otherwise it will be difficult. Is it very simple? The above is the sharing method brought by the editor. Do you think it is amazing? Let's learn from the editor together!"
Lin Anran:...
He was at a loss again, and went back and read it again, without understanding.
This editor, do you want to listen to what he is talking about?
Lin Anran flipped through a few pages, and after clicking it, it was either an advertisement or an unreliable webpage, or he was persuaded to go out and find a factory to work. He looked tired, leaned back on the back of the chair, and let out a faint sigh.
He didn't know what his purpose was. He did not hesitate to ask everyone to believe that Shang Hao was him, and it was him who doubted Shang Hao.
But in fact, if he didn't make up his mind at the beginning, Lin Anran wouldn't think about it. He was scared.
It should be said that Lin Anran at this moment still rarely realizes the troubles of not having a friend. Otherwise, those photos that included Shang Hao can be shown to a third person.
First of all, this option is not feasible. Lin Anran only announced that she had left the single in front of him yesterday. In case, after taking out the group photo, the photo he saw in his eyes was a single photo...
At least it has to be labeled as a supernatural event.
If he was the only person in the photo by then, Lin Anran would just think about it, and he would reject such imagination with all his heart and soul. He is very uncomfortable.
No more. If there is Shang Hao in the safe volute behind him, he might as well retract.
Lin Anran took a different approach and tried several other relatively safe methods at home.
For example, I found a video with the theme "Teach you how to distinguish between tall, rich and handsome at a glance." For this reason, he also went to find a suit that Shang Hao left at home, and compared them with the details mentioned by the video owner one by one.
What kind of collar support, mother-of-pearl button stitching, and the curvature of the collar.
He is a little bit crazy. One person has been on the tip of a horn for a day.
In order to do "Shang Hao" homework, Lin Anran didn't sleep that day at lunch, and searched the entire network for horn bumps, specifically looking for barnyard officials and wild history. I browsed several pages of online reports on this person on major portal websites.
It was a bit embarrassing to say that, he compiled a detailed outline of Shang Hao.
After that, even Lin Anran was reflecting on herself. Is he a bit perverted?
But these are useful, he can't explain clearly, and even if there is a reason, a normal person doesn't seem to stare at another person from behind so fanatically.
As expected of you, a freak.
In short, all aspects of Shang Hao are covered. Including the spectacle in the sky above the hospital on the day he was born, reappearing the legend of Ziyun giving off his son, as well as the analysis of Shang Hao's feng shui and numerology in this life, or the birthmark on him that was photographed by a paparazzi that was suspected of changing his fate. .
It is worth mentioning that the data shows that Shang Hao has dated fifteen supermodel girlfriends, fifteen popular florets, and fifteen gossip influencers.
Lin Anran in front of the screen took a deep breath.
How should I say, it is an amazing set of data.
Lin Anran sorted out the information while trying to connect this unknown Shang Hao with the person next to him. Later, Lin Anran became less motivated the more he checked.
This method is similar to the method he used to compare the details of the suit just now. Changing the soup without changing the medicine is actually useless.
Lin Anran has experience.
In the past, Lin Anran was alone in the class, and when he came and walked alone, he stood alone in physical education class. Later, he suddenly made friends.
The doctor said he was schizophrenic.
For this reason, he also dropped out of school. Lin Anran lived in the closed ward of the psychiatric department of Anding Hospital for a period of time. After he was discharged from the hospital, he was arranged to transfer to another school, and then he came to Jiangcheng.
So, he has experience with "friends". Later, he also read some books. If... he was saying that if the Shang Hao who was with him day and night was really another personality of him, Lin Anran himself knew all these things "he" naturally. know.
If it is an illusion, then as long as you don't want him to appear today, "Shang Hao" will happen to work overtime at the company and won't come back?
Lin Anran lay on the sofa, he decided to try.
I thought about it this way, but when it was time today, the sound of the key opening was still heard outside the door as promised. The door was opened and Shang Hao appeared in front of him.
He walked straight in and kissed Ranran's cheek and palm.
Lin Anran gave up. Okay, in his heart he really wants Shang Hao to come back.
Before going to bed at night, Shang Hao was brushing his teeth in the bathroom in front of the mirror, and Lin Anran stood silently at the door and watched for a while.
"Shang Hao."
The man turned his head: "Huh?"
Meeting his gaze, Lin Anran said with no confidence: "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Let's talk." Shang Hao bent over, spitting out the foam in his mouth.
Lin Anran exhaled and raised the phone that he had prepared in his hand. He stared down at the screen, his breathing was also chaotic, and his heartbeat was a little faster.
When he was checking the information today, he suddenly came up with this perhaps a safer method.
As long as Lin Anran didn't know the exact answer to the question, then "Shang Hao" would definitely not know. Then his answer may be different from the official correct answer.
This thought came to Lin Anran's mind, and he started biting his lip unconsciously.
He is now standing on the edge of a cliff trying not to jump, unable to know what is waiting for him underneath.
The person who has been with him for so long, he just tried it, and tried it. If Shang Hao's answer is not correct... then it is considered that this method is not acceptable.
Finally asked the first question.
His voice was still weak, as if Shang Hao's voice was louder to scare him away.
"What's your... height?"
Shang Hao: "189."
After he answered, he couldn't hear a response for a long time. Lin Anran quieted intriguingly.
The answer to the first question is different.
Shang Hao turned his head and caught Lin Anran's disappointment in the eyes of Lin Anran by the door. He suddenly asked a question mark: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay," Lin Anran whispered, "In terms of whiteness, you say you are 1.8 meters tall."
Shang Hao was about to laugh at him, and immediately said, "Come on, take a tape measure and see if I am missing a centimeter."
"No need." Lin Anran shook his head: "I know you have 189."
He didn't doubt that Shang Hao had measured the height of 189, but the current situation was that there was a discrepancy.
Lin Anran continued hiding by the door and asked, "What is your birthday?"
Shang Hao said in April. It was completely different from Lin Anran's standard answer in December.
Lin Anran didn't give up, and asked about blood type, constellation, birthplace and so on. As a result, the Shang Hao in his family seemed to be pirated. Most of the products were out of order, and in a few cases it was matched.
"So," Lin Anran reluctantly picked up a column at random: "What is your life motto?"
Shang Hao, who heard the question, was even more confused than Lin Anran. He was even speechless for a moment before holding back his anger and asking: "When did I have this thing?"
For some reason, he saw Lin Anran's expression at the door become more and more disappointed.
He didn't understand what was so disappointing about this kind of thing. Shang Hao walked over and took a look at the phone in his hand, good guy, the profile of Baidu Baike.
He didn't understand more and more what was pretending in this person's little head all day long.
"Ranran." Shang Hao held Lin Anran's face with both hands, and raised his head up, desperately needing to stare at that face to relieve his anger: "Listen to me..."
It's just that he can't think of anything other than cursing. Lin Anran's face was squeezed out of shape. Shang Hao seemed to be considering something, and Lin Anran looked at what different emotions flashed in the dark pupil on the opposite side.
After a while, Shang Hao said to him: "Well, let me ask you, since the Internet knows me so well, has it told you that Shang Hao has this?"
He pushed up his sleeves in front of Lin Anran.
Lin Anran's eyes widened suddenly.
The smooth muscles of the upper arm skin cover a large area with dark black tattoos, and the visual impact is not weak.
It turned out to be a tattoo. He was stunned. He usually wears long-sleeved clothes. This is the first time he knows that Shang Hao has a tattoo today.
It's not a pattern, it looks like some kind of elegant squiggles, tangling on the skin like dark vines.
"Look," Shang Hao said, "Isn't this thing available online?" More than not, not many people know about it at all.
Lin Anran recovered from the surprise.
No, this is really available online.
The information that Lin Anran just checked is a bit extensive. Isn't this the "birthmark" that he saw in the morning and was photographed by paparazzi?
It makes sense to change to the tattoo in front of me.
Shang Hao continued to persuade him: "So, how reliable is the information on the Internet? How many people can know about this thing, they didn't tell you? You might as well just ask me if you want to know."
Lin Anran's mind was in a trance, and he obediently echoed: "Yeah."
After a while, he asked again: "The Internet says you have been with forty-five ex-girlfriends..."
Shang Hao's face turned dark again, and he said without thinking: "Fake."
He paused for a moment, then turned around, facing the mirror and said: "You just laugh at me, if it wasn't the first one, could I like you so much?"
Lin Anran continued to nod in a trance, "Uh-huh..."
Lin Anran stood firm on Shang Hao's side. However, his own deep-rooted pessimism is stronger than his own position.
He is very insecure and has no backbone, and he can't help but start to waver.
Why, because Lin Anran is the one who fell in love for the first time. It's only the 46th time that the personality he split up is strange.
The merchant boy who is surrounded by fat and thin, and has a nice and well-organized business man who is single in 26 years is very practical and reasonable.
Lin Anran felt lost for a while.
Seek starfish to feed~
Lin Anran counted the days. The day after tomorrow, it's time for him to go to the counseling center again.
Teacher Zhou was not so relieved. She will probably ask about Shang Hao. This is the first time that Lin Anran, a boat drifting with the flow, made such a big determination to wind up the sails and face the waves.
As soon as he became anxious, he began to pace around the house repeatedly by himself.
Before Shang Hao went to work in the morning, Lin Anran nervously and nonchalantly mentioned the social account.
Shang Hao: "Account? I seem to have one, what's wrong?"
Lin Anran said it was okay.
The answer did not exceed expectations. His account is not taken care of by himself, and the answer is very safe, and there is no mistake.
He obviously didn't want to doubt Shang Hao. It's just that Lin Anran didn't realize that he was suffering from gains and losses unknowingly.
Lin Anran is at home alone. He sat in front of the computer with a serious expression, and typed the question "How to distinguish fantasy from reality" in the whiteness search bar.
He moved the cursor and clicked on the first entry that popped up.
"The best answer to this question: In real life, there are often many people who cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality. Everyone is familiar with fantasy and reality. So how can we distinguish them well? I believe everyone is very curious. So let the editor tell you how to distinguish fantasy and reality. Actually, there is a big difference between fantasy and reality. The editor himself distinguishes them through thinking, otherwise it will be difficult. Is it very simple? The above is the sharing method brought by the editor. Do you think it is amazing? Let's learn from the editor together!"
Lin Anran:...
He was at a loss again, and went back and read it again, without understanding.
This editor, do you want to listen to what he is talking about?
Lin Anran flipped through a few pages, and after clicking it, it was either an advertisement or an unreliable webpage, or he was persuaded to go out and find a factory to work. He looked tired, leaned back on the back of the chair, and let out a faint sigh.
He didn't know what his purpose was. He did not hesitate to ask everyone to believe that Shang Hao was him, and it was him who doubted Shang Hao.
But in fact, if he didn't make up his mind at the beginning, Lin Anran wouldn't think about it. He was scared.
It should be said that Lin Anran at this moment still rarely realizes the troubles of not having a friend. Otherwise, those photos that included Shang Hao can be shown to a third person.
First of all, this option is not feasible. Lin Anran only announced that she had left the single in front of him yesterday. In case, after taking out the group photo, the photo he saw in his eyes was a single photo...
At least it has to be labeled as a supernatural event.
If he was the only person in the photo by then, Lin Anran would just think about it, and he would reject such imagination with all his heart and soul. He is very uncomfortable.
No more. If there is Shang Hao in the safe volute behind him, he might as well retract.
Lin Anran took a different approach and tried several other relatively safe methods at home.
For example, I found a video with the theme "Teach you how to distinguish between tall, rich and handsome at a glance." For this reason, he also went to find a suit that Shang Hao left at home, and compared them with the details mentioned by the video owner one by one.
What kind of collar support, mother-of-pearl button stitching, and the curvature of the collar.
He is a little bit crazy. One person has been on the tip of a horn for a day.
In order to do "Shang Hao" homework, Lin Anran didn't sleep that day at lunch, and searched the entire network for horn bumps, specifically looking for barnyard officials and wild history. I browsed several pages of online reports on this person on major portal websites.
It was a bit embarrassing to say that, he compiled a detailed outline of Shang Hao.
After that, even Lin Anran was reflecting on herself. Is he a bit perverted?
But these are useful, he can't explain clearly, and even if there is a reason, a normal person doesn't seem to stare at another person from behind so fanatically.
As expected of you, a freak.
In short, all aspects of Shang Hao are covered. Including the spectacle in the sky above the hospital on the day he was born, reappearing the legend of Ziyun giving off his son, as well as the analysis of Shang Hao's feng shui and numerology in this life, or the birthmark on him that was photographed by a paparazzi that was suspected of changing his fate. .
It is worth mentioning that the data shows that Shang Hao has dated fifteen supermodel girlfriends, fifteen popular florets, and fifteen gossip influencers.
Lin Anran in front of the screen took a deep breath.
How should I say, it is an amazing set of data.
Lin Anran sorted out the information while trying to connect this unknown Shang Hao with the person next to him. Later, Lin Anran became less motivated the more he checked.
This method is similar to the method he used to compare the details of the suit just now. Changing the soup without changing the medicine is actually useless.
Lin Anran has experience.
In the past, Lin Anran was alone in the class, and when he came and walked alone, he stood alone in physical education class. Later, he suddenly made friends.
The doctor said he was schizophrenic.
For this reason, he also dropped out of school. Lin Anran lived in the closed ward of the psychiatric department of Anding Hospital for a period of time. After he was discharged from the hospital, he was arranged to transfer to another school, and then he came to Jiangcheng.
So, he has experience with "friends". Later, he also read some books. If... he was saying that if the Shang Hao who was with him day and night was really another personality of him, Lin Anran himself knew all these things "he" naturally. know.
If it is an illusion, then as long as you don't want him to appear today, "Shang Hao" will happen to work overtime at the company and won't come back?
Lin Anran lay on the sofa, he decided to try.
I thought about it this way, but when it was time today, the sound of the key opening was still heard outside the door as promised. The door was opened and Shang Hao appeared in front of him.
He walked straight in and kissed Ranran's cheek and palm.
Lin Anran gave up. Okay, in his heart he really wants Shang Hao to come back.
Before going to bed at night, Shang Hao was brushing his teeth in the bathroom in front of the mirror, and Lin Anran stood silently at the door and watched for a while.
"Shang Hao."
The man turned his head: "Huh?"
Meeting his gaze, Lin Anran said with no confidence: "Can I ask you a few questions?"
"Let's talk." Shang Hao bent over, spitting out the foam in his mouth.
Lin Anran exhaled and raised the phone that he had prepared in his hand. He stared down at the screen, his breathing was also chaotic, and his heartbeat was a little faster.
When he was checking the information today, he suddenly came up with this perhaps a safer method.
As long as Lin Anran didn't know the exact answer to the question, then "Shang Hao" would definitely not know. Then his answer may be different from the official correct answer.
This thought came to Lin Anran's mind, and he started biting his lip unconsciously.
He is now standing on the edge of a cliff trying not to jump, unable to know what is waiting for him underneath.
The person who has been with him for so long, he just tried it, and tried it. If Shang Hao's answer is not correct... then it is considered that this method is not acceptable.
Finally asked the first question.
His voice was still weak, as if Shang Hao's voice was louder to scare him away.
"What's your... height?"
Shang Hao: "189."
After he answered, he couldn't hear a response for a long time. Lin Anran quieted intriguingly.
The answer to the first question is different.
Shang Hao turned his head and caught Lin Anran's disappointment in the eyes of Lin Anran by the door. He suddenly asked a question mark: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay," Lin Anran whispered, "In terms of whiteness, you say you are 1.8 meters tall."
Shang Hao was about to laugh at him, and immediately said, "Come on, take a tape measure and see if I am missing a centimeter."
"No need." Lin Anran shook his head: "I know you have 189."
He didn't doubt that Shang Hao had measured the height of 189, but the current situation was that there was a discrepancy.
Lin Anran continued hiding by the door and asked, "What is your birthday?"
Shang Hao said in April. It was completely different from Lin Anran's standard answer in December.
Lin Anran didn't give up, and asked about blood type, constellation, birthplace and so on. As a result, the Shang Hao in his family seemed to be pirated. Most of the products were out of order, and in a few cases it was matched.
"So," Lin Anran reluctantly picked up a column at random: "What is your life motto?"
Shang Hao, who heard the question, was even more confused than Lin Anran. He was even speechless for a moment before holding back his anger and asking: "When did I have this thing?"
For some reason, he saw Lin Anran's expression at the door become more and more disappointed.
He didn't understand what was so disappointing about this kind of thing. Shang Hao walked over and took a look at the phone in his hand, good guy, the profile of Baidu Baike.
He didn't understand more and more what was pretending in this person's little head all day long.
"Ranran." Shang Hao held Lin Anran's face with both hands, and raised his head up, desperately needing to stare at that face to relieve his anger: "Listen to me..."
It's just that he can't think of anything other than cursing. Lin Anran's face was squeezed out of shape. Shang Hao seemed to be considering something, and Lin Anran looked at what different emotions flashed in the dark pupil on the opposite side.
After a while, Shang Hao said to him: "Well, let me ask you, since the Internet knows me so well, has it told you that Shang Hao has this?"
He pushed up his sleeves in front of Lin Anran.
Lin Anran's eyes widened suddenly.
The smooth muscles of the upper arm skin cover a large area with dark black tattoos, and the visual impact is not weak.
It turned out to be a tattoo. He was stunned. He usually wears long-sleeved clothes. This is the first time he knows that Shang Hao has a tattoo today.
It's not a pattern, it looks like some kind of elegant squiggles, tangling on the skin like dark vines.
"Look," Shang Hao said, "Isn't this thing available online?" More than not, not many people know about it at all.
Lin Anran recovered from the surprise.
No, this is really available online.
The information that Lin Anran just checked is a bit extensive. Isn't this the "birthmark" that he saw in the morning and was photographed by paparazzi?
It makes sense to change to the tattoo in front of me.
Shang Hao continued to persuade him: "So, how reliable is the information on the Internet? How many people can know about this thing, they didn't tell you? You might as well just ask me if you want to know."
Lin Anran's mind was in a trance, and he obediently echoed: "Yeah."
After a while, he asked again: "The Internet says you have been with forty-five ex-girlfriends..."
Shang Hao's face turned dark again, and he said without thinking: "Fake."
He paused for a moment, then turned around, facing the mirror and said: "You just laugh at me, if it wasn't the first one, could I like you so much?"
Lin Anran continued to nod in a trance, "Uh-huh..."
Lin Anran stood firm on Shang Hao's side. However, his own deep-rooted pessimism is stronger than his own position.
He is very insecure and has no backbone, and he can't help but start to waver.
Why, because Lin Anran is the one who fell in love for the first time. It's only the 46th time that the personality he split up is strange.
The merchant boy who is surrounded by fat and thin, and has a nice and well-organized business man who is single in 26 years is very practical and reasonable.
Lin Anran felt lost for a while.
Seek starfish to feed~
