You Are The One I'm Looking For

The clock pointed to 1:30 in the morning, and the lights in the room were dim. A faint jazz music floated out from the speakers. In fact, Han Sheng didn't like jazz, but he was not used to thinking about what deathcore meant without music. However, crazy rock music would obviously distract him, so he wisely chose to listen to jazz while chatting online.

"I finally found you! Why did you come so late?" Han Sheng's fingers were slender and flexible, and the keyboard made a crisp crackling sound in his hands. Han Sheng had been online for a long time and was an experienced old hand. As for chatting, he had long been tired of the traditional opening of checking the household registration. For people like Han Sheng, the purpose of chatting online is not to find someone to communicate with; they want excitement, so he likes to knock the other person out like this. Practice has proved that this is a very effective method. Not only can it leave a deep impression on people, but it can also test the other person's sense of humor. Interesting people will follow your topic and talk about it, without pursuing details, and they are unrestrained and free; while boring people like to break the casserole and ask questions to find out what you do, until it becomes boring and both of them have dull eyes and are drowsy.

The other person was obviously a novice who had just come online. She took a while to react before replying, "Who are you? This is my first time in this chat room."

"I haven't been here many times, but I've been looking for you everywhere lately. God blesses me, and I finally ran into you today."

"Who are you anyway?"

"You can't be so cold, you know? I admit that you are outstanding, and I also admit that I am not as good as your boyfriend, but you shouldn't pretend that you don't know me."

"Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend."

"Really? Broken heart?" Han Sheng was secretly happy.

"What? I'm still young."

"Xiao? It's so late, and you're still floating around on the Internet?"

"I have to finish a manuscript that needs to be submitted tomorrow, so I came here to check the information."

"So you're a writer. You have a future. Beautiful writers are popular nowadays… What's your manuscript?"

"What writer… application for joining the group?" Han Sheng choked on a puff of cigarette and coughed until his eyes were tearful. He thought, what kind of world is this? I was online chatting up girls and met a junior high school girl.

"When you mentioned that, I remembered that I have to make a blackboard newspaper tomorrow morning and my homework hasn't been finished yet. I'm logging off." Without waiting for a reply, he quickly went offline.

Han Sheng got up and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles, poached two eggs, and served them steaming hot. Since he found a job that allowed him to work from home, instant noodles have become his dinner, lunch, and breakfast. Long-term irregular life has made him thin; since he doesn't have to go out to see people, he has skipped the tedious activities of washing his face every day and getting a haircut every other month. Although he fights on the front line of high-tech life, he dresses himself like a migrant worker.

Han Sheng's room is as messy as his face. A table and a bed take up most of the space. Since the computer is on the table, other things have to be piled on the bed. However, no matter what, since it is a bed, you can always find a place to sleep on it. This is also the survival skill he learned from living in a dormitory for four years in college.

There is a root sculpture in the corner, which is the only eye-catching thing in the room. It is an eagle, with its head held high and wings spread, ready to fly. Although it is not very detailed, it is very imposing; next to the eagle, a small bird is cleverly hovering, following the direction of the tree roots, without any far-fetchedness, and it is clever and vivid as if it were made by nature. He bought this at the Panjiayuan Ghost Market, and it is said to be a work from the Qing Dynasty. At that time, he had some spare money, so he collected antiques to preserve their value. In the days that followed, most of his collections were exchanged for instant noodles, but this root sculpture was never sold and has been kept until now.

After Han Sheng finished his instant noodles, he felt full of energy. He dialed up the Internet, shook himself off, and dove into the chat room again.

The late-night chat room is full of old Internet addicts like Han Sheng. This is always the time when they are most excited, and many wonderful and witty dialogues always appear at this time. When Han Sheng was checking the online list, someone spoke to him. What puzzled Han Sheng was that she said exactly what he usually said: "I found you! Why did you come so late?" Han Sheng saw that the person who spoke was "Liu Yemei", an unfamiliar ID.

Han Sheng perked up and replied, "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

"Yes, yes, I have been waiting for a long time, almost a hundred years."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

"Ha, I knew you wouldn't believe it. One day you will believe it."

"I already believe it. What are we going to talk about today?"

"Just tell me about you. How are you?"

"Everything about you starts from birth."

"Beauty, I took great pains to type this out, but you will forget everything tomorrow when you sober up."

"No, I haven't drunk. I will remember everything you said."

"Okay. I was born in an obstetrics ward of the General Hospital of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. I'm not sure which one it was. My mother never told me. She's abroad now, so it's not convenient for me to ask her… Is it interesting?"

"Interesting. I'll listen more. I know what you looked like when you were just born. I've seen children like that."

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"You gave birth to it?"

"What do you think?"

"No guess; I have been healthy since I was a child. I think I only had enteritis once. I stayed in the 304 Hospital for a few days. My mother said that I fell in love with a young nurse there at that time: I would cry when others fed me medicine, but when she came, I would eat berberine as if it were candy. After I finished it, I wanted more. Now I have a mouthful of berberine teeth."

"What does she look like?"

"I can't remember. I later imagined it was probably similar to Sister Ju Ping. Do you think this was my first love?"

"Not really. You were still young at that time and couldn't tell good from evil."

"Haha, I guess you grew up with Sister Ju Ping, so it can't be considered evil no matter how you offend her… Then I grew up…"

"Wait, how did you grow up? Be more specific."

"Growing up means growing up. You eat, drink, poop, urinate, sleep, get an education, listen to Chairman Mao and follow the Party. That's it… I want to ask you, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to know, isn't it okay?"

"You have to realize that searching a hard drive like this consumes a lot of power – and my memory isn't very good."

"you are tired?"

"I'm not tired, just a little sleepy. It's almost six o'clock."

"Really? Almost daybreak?"

"Well, I have to go now – please promise me that you will come tomorrow, for sure!"

"Okay, sure."

Han Sheng turned off the computer and felt very happy. He had never had such an experience before. To use an inappropriate metaphor, this willow-shaped eyebrow was like a beautifully decorated toilet, which made you pour everything out when you saw her. For Han Sheng, who loved chatting, this was a very enjoyable thing.

Chairman Mao said that the young people of New China are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. This statement still has its incomparable practical significance after decades – a large part of the young people in my country currently have a kind of worship for the "sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning". This is because they have never seen it. Take Han Sheng as an example. After he was admitted to university, he joined the "Jiu San Society" – sleeping until nine in the morning and three in the afternoon. After a few years of hanging around and approaching graduation, he became even more crazy and outrageous: he basically slept the whole day. Those classmates who were preparing to go abroad saw this situation and expressed their admiration, thinking that they were doing this to prepare for living in the United States – adjusting to the jet lag in advance. This situation became more and more serious, leading to the following consequences: after accepting graduates from Han Sheng's school, some employers made an exception and decided to allow them to stay overnight in the office in order to avoid them being late frequently. It's not good to go too far, let's cut the camera back to Han Sheng's hut.

Han Sheng was woken up by his computer. Bill Gates' Orpheus told him that he had an important date today. Han Sheng narrowed his eyes and tried to recall. He remembered that today was the day for the company's colleagues to get together. It must be explained here that Han Sheng worked for an Internet company owned by a Taiwanese. Taiwanese bosses value personal relationships and like to invite employees to dinner and get together; unlike Japanese bosses, even taxis have to be split AA. In addition, Taiwanese people like to keep up with the trend. I heard that there is a new way of working called "workathome". It just happens that they don't need to rent an office building and send employees home to save trouble and money. At the same time, in order to enhance cooperation among employees and avoid some employees who have never met each other, the boss will invite everyone to get together every few days. This time it seems to be an outing. The letter didn't make it clear, so Han Sheng didn't know it very well. Han Sheng put on his clothes, washed his face vigorously, shaved his beard, and tied his messy hair into a braid at the back of his head. He looked at himself in the mirror and looked like a human touching a dog. Looking more closely, he actually found the pimples he hadn't seen for a long time. He squeezed them, feeling satisfied, and walked out of the house humming "The little pimples are gone."

The outside world was full of bright sunshine, which made Han Sheng a little uncomfortable. When he arrived at the gathering place, he saw some men and women who were squinting and sneaking around like him. Gradually, more and more people came. Some people saw acquaintances and came forward to recognize them. Like the chain reaction of nuclear fission, acquaintances introduced other acquaintances: "This is Xiao C from our company's planning department," "This is Xiao A from our company's finance department," and "This is Xiao O from our company's external relations department." Finally, everyone gathered together, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, smiling, and saying that they had heard of the name for a long time.

Han Sheng discovered that there were actually quite a few female employees in the company, including the leader of his group, who was quite pretty. Before that, Han Sheng only knew her as "QUEEN", which easily reminded him of a cosmic monster with wings spread out, always floating in the air and infecting human bases. Han Sheng thought that QUEEN had shown a lot of affection for him, which was reflected in the fact that QUEEN smiled at him after hearing that he was "HANDSOME" and kept chatting him up along the way: "Ah, so you are HANDSOME."

"Yes, yes. Please give me your guidance."

"It's really interesting. We've been working together for over a month and this is the first time I've met you."

"Yes, yes, it's very interesting."

"It's all my fault. I didn't do my job well."

"Yeah, yeah…oh no no, I can't blame you."

Han Sheng himself was absent-minded and felt strange that he couldn't concentrate in front of the beautiful female boss. The scenery along the way was quite pleasing to the eye, just like the song said, white clouds floating in the blue sky, which reminded Han Sheng of the startup screen of WIN98. He suddenly became excited and his fingers twitched slightly.

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"By the way, do you go online?"

Han Sheng's question made Queen stunned for a moment. "Of course, we do this for a living."

"That doesn't count, I mean, outside of work. Like chatting?"

"No, it's a waste of time."

"So what do you usually do?"

"Read a book, watch a movie, listen to music or something."

"Do you like to read Wang Shuo?"

"Don't look at it, it's low-level."

"Low level?"

"Yes, it's ruffian literature. I used to read Qiong Yao's works, and my favorite was Out the Window, which was very touching. Later, I read Karen Mok and Michelle Reyes… I like the delicate and sincere works."

Han Sheng finally couldn't help asking, "Do you like watching Shanghai Baby?"

After hearing this, Queen's reaction really surprised Han Sheng. She blushed and lowered her head and said, "Hateful!"

Han Sheng rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and quickly changed the subject: "What kind of movies do you like to watch?"


""With the wind"?"

"It's too old and not good to watch. My favorite movie is Titanic."

"I've seen that. They were spitting at each other."

"What? You can't understand that kind of profound love? YOUJUMP, IJUMP, this is called a vow of love."

"Then I guess you must like listening to Dawn's songs, right?"

"You're really smart, but that was in the past. Leon Lai is no longer popular. Now I listen to Nicholas Tse… Hey, why do you look so bad?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a little carsick. Sir! Stop the car!"

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better. I feel better after vomiting."

"Hold on, we'll be there soon."


Jinding Miaoyun Mountain. It is more than 500 meters high and 16 kilometers wide. It is considered a big mountain in the suburbs of Beijing. It is said that it used to be just a barren mountain with few people. In the Ming Dynasty, a monk named Sheran traveled here and built a small temple after seeing the beautiful scenery. Since then, the temple has been renovated many times. What we see today is the version of the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty that was renovated after the liberation. There is a plaque on the mountain gate – "The Miaoying Jinling Temple was built by imperial decree".

There is a strange phenomenon in China, different religious beliefs can coexist. This seems almost incredible to many foreigners. When they were burning pagans at the stake, the Chinese wrote "Journey to the West" which promoted Buddhism and Taoism together. Han Sheng thought it was all because of the inclusiveness of Buddhist teachings. Buddhist beliefs are close to nihilism. Everything is empty, even Buddha is nothing. In this case, who cares about Sakyamuni Buddha or Yuanshi Tianzun. Jinling Temple has four entrances. The first entrance is the Great Hall, where Sakyamuni is worshipped. The second entrance is for Manjusri Dharma. The third and fourth entrances are a mess, with records of various gods such as Samantabhadra, Guanyin, Lantern Master, Nezha, Zhong Kui, Guan Yu, etc. This is probably due to the role of market leverage. Restaurant owners have to worship Guan Gong, and brothels have to worship Erlang Shen. If there are more Bodhisattvas, there will naturally be more incense.

Han Sheng walked around aimlessly. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around him. After turning a few corners, no one was around him. He could faintly hear the sound of a wooden fish in front of him. Han Sheng walked over and saw a small side hall with dim lights. He went in and saw a Buddha statue with tattered gold paint, revealing a mottled clay body. Looking closely, he didn't recognize it, but his hideous face was quite scary. An old monk was sitting on the cushion in the middle of the hall. His hair was gray and his robe was so old that his original color could not be seen. The wooden fish sounded and the candlelight flickered. Han Sheng couldn't figure out what was going on and just felt a chill. He stood in front of the Buddha statue for a long time and turned to leave. At this moment, he heard the old monk's hoarse voice slowly saying: "The birth and death of fate are in the human heart; the past and the future are like waterfalls and clouds. The world of mortals is born, stays, changes and dies; the cloud-like hair and willow eyebrows turn to ashes in an instant!"

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Han Sheng was startled, and turned around to see the old monk still sitting there, beating the wooden fish. Han Sheng walked to the old monk, dragged a cushion and sat down, and asked: "Talk to me? I don't understand. Can you speak Mandarin?" The old monk glanced at Han Sheng and said: "Look at this Buddha statue, it was beautiful in the past, but in thirty years, it has become so dilapidated that everyone hates it. You know that time flies, joy is invisible, joy comes from love, and pain also comes from love. Those who are free from love have no worries or pain." Han Sheng was speechless, and the old monk took out a string of Buddhist beads from his bag and handed it to Han Sheng, wondering what the dead core meant , and then closed his eyes and said nothing.

Han Sheng held the thing in his hand, looked at the half-dead old monk, listened to the sound of the wooden fish, smelled the curling smoke, and thought about the sutra the old monk had just chanted. He couldn't help feeling dizzy. Han Sheng closed his eyes, but he felt that his eyes were brightening.

This is a farmhouse. There is no glass on the window, only a few wooden bars, through which the faint sunlight shines. Han Sheng found himself lying on the bed of this small house. Through the window, he could see a willow tree outside, and the leaves rustled in the wind. There were several ceramic bowls and two pairs of chopsticks on the table, with fish and rice in the bowls. Han Sheng suddenly felt strange. How could he clearly see three fish in the bowls on the table when he was lying on the bed? He vaguely felt that he was dreaming. At this time, a woman pushed the door in, wearing ancient costumes, and was very beautiful. She said to herself, "Why haven't you woken up yet? Lunch is ready." She smiled slightly, turned around and went out again.

The door closed, and in an instant, the sky darkened. Outside, people shouted and horses neighed, mixed with women's cries and children's shouts. Han Sheng was startled, and hurriedly got out of bed and rushed out the door. He found that it was a mess outside, and several houses were on fire. Some men in ancient costumes riding horses were whistling back and forth, holding steel knives high in their hands. Han Sheng was wondering why this dream was so real, and suddenly someone hugged him from behind. Looking back, it was the ancient costume beauty just now, with tears streaming down her face, shouting: "Run!" Han Sheng woke up as if from a dream, and ran away, with the woman following behind. Who knew that after running a few steps, he saw a group of people riding horses in front of him. Just as he was about to turn around, he was grabbed by someone. A bearded man laughed wildly and cursed: "Damn it, you're still running!" But he sounded like a sissy, which gave Han Sheng goose bumps. Han Sheng struggled desperately, but the sissy man was so strong that he couldn't get away. Han Sheng was terribly frightened, and heard the sissy shout again: "The bus is coming, let's go, get on the bus! The bus is coming!" She grabbed his collar and pulled hard. Han Sheng was anxious and finally woke up. He opened his eyes and saw the Queen standing in front of him, pulling his collar: "Why are you sleeping here? The bus is coming, we have been waiting for a long time, hurry up and get on the bus!"

Han Sheng shook his head: "Fuck! How could I fall asleep? Let's go for a walk – maybe I slept too late last night."

Han Sheng got on the car after leaving the mountain gate and found a seat. Suddenly, he felt something in his pants pocket. He reached out and took it out. It was a string of Buddhist beads. Han Sheng leaned out of the car window to see where he had just slept, but it was separated by several courtyards and could no longer be seen.

The jazz music with no aesthetic sense hummed again. Han Sheng sat in front of his computer with red eyes. The chat room was in chaos. Some bored and ignorant naive guys were making trouble. One person named himself Genitalia and uttered a series of dirty words to each female ID. Han Sheng made various vivid expressions to show his friendliness to him. So everyone saw: "HANDSOME smiled at Genitalia", "HANDSOME touched Genitalia affectionately", "HANDSOME kissed Genitalia lightly, blushed, and ran away shyly". Everyone laughed. When the administrator came and kicked Genitalia out of the chat room, Han Sheng naturally became a celebrity in the chat. Countless dinosaurs who were attracted to him crowded together and threw piles of the most disgusting sweet words at him. Han Sheng was overwhelmed and felt his bones floating. His two hands moved his fingers so fast that he couldn't see clearly. He comforted the dinosaurs one by one and teased them so much that they couldn't tell what was going on. At the same time, I felt an infinite sense of pride in my heart, and thought to myself that I was born with talent.

At this moment, an ID suddenly said: "You seem to be very busy." Han Sheng thought about it and said: "You want my autograph, right? Don't worry, line up and everyone will get a chance." After a while of talking nonsense, Han Sheng suddenly realized that it was Liu Yemei. He hurriedly checked the online list and luckily Liu Yemei was still there. Han Sheng exited the chat room, changed his ID and rushed in again, and said to Liu Yemei enthusiastically: "Hi! Hello, I'm here. Have you been waiting for a long time? I'm the one from yesterday." "Did you go out to change clothes?" "What? I just came in. That person just now was not me." "You must have drunk too much." "Ah, beauty, you are really sharp. I did drink a little. I'm so sorry I didn't see you come in."

Did you go out to play today?

Yes, the boss invited us all to visit the temple, and then have a meal and some drinks.

Is it fun?

It was boring, I fell asleep. By the way, I met an old monk, who kept mumbling to me for a long time, just to let him tell me that he was sleepy.

What did I tell you?

I don’t know and I couldn’t understand. Before I left, he gave me a string of Buddhist beads and didn’t ask for any money.


Not in a good mood today?

No, let’s continue with what we were talking about yesterday. Where were we?

I forgot too, let’s just chat casually.

Well, tell me about your first love.

No way, I said that again?

What do you want to hear from me? How old am I? Where do I live? What do I look like? Do I have a boyfriend?

No, don’t say that… Never mind, just talk about me.


My first love…what is first love?

What do you think?

Let's do it this time.

Don't be a witty talker.

Well, I think it was probably when I was in the first year of high school. At that time, I didn't like physics class, mainly because the teacher explained it too simply, so I slept in class and didn't hand in my homework. At that time, our physics class representative was in charge of handing in homework, and I found that she always protected me and never told the teacher that I didn't hand in my homework.

Haha, you have been attractive since you were a child, what happened later?

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I'm so ashamed, but nothing happened later. She transferred to another school.

Have you ever looked for her? Have you ever written to her?

No, I even forgot her name.

How can this be called first love? At most she likes you, but you don’t feel anything.

Really? Let me tell you about my sophomore year. There was a basketball game in our school, and I was a substitute for our department. We were playing against the English department. I saw a very pretty girl from the department on the sidelines, and I was very excited and asked to play.

Are you on stage?

Yes, that was my best performance ever. I scored a lot of points. Moreover, I saw her applauding me.

Then what?

Why must there be a sequel? At that time, I felt something, and my heart was surging.

Then what?

I surrender to you, and then we lost, she came up and hugged a man. I also sprained my ankle that day and it hurt.

Haha, is there anything else?

It’s gone. Shame on me.

So you really have never been in love?

Hero, please give me some face. After all, I am over seven feet tall and in my twenties. Don’t you think it’s immoral that I have never been in love?

Haha, it doesn’t matter. I like it. You should keep it for me in this life.

Hehe, I always thought I had a big face, but after meeting you today, I realized that I am just a frog in a well.

Han Sheng logged off, lit a cigarette, and smoked it. Looking at the black monitor, Han Sheng suddenly felt an impulse. What kind of person is this Liuyemei? Han Sheng's interest in people he met in the chat room has always been limited to chatting. He believes that people on the Internet are just illusions, and their essential difference lies in the difference in IP addresses. Everyone weaves a face for themselves and enthusiastically exchanges strings of binary codes with each other. From the perspective of an extreme nihilist, the so-called Internet access is nothing more than sitting in front of a computer boredly, typing on the keyboard with your hands, and observing the pixels on the monitor with your eyes; as for getting pleasure from it, it is nothing more than a biochemical reaction in the human brain. This idea has influenced Han Sheng for a long time. So much so that when he developed some interest in the person "Liuyemei" beyond the Internet, he also felt strange.

The next afternoon, Han Sheng waited for Liu Yemei in the chat room. She didn't show up until after seven o'clock. Han Sheng was a little disappointed. He ate noodles and lay on the bed in a daze. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw the farmhouse again. The furnishings in the house were the same as in his dream last time. A beautiful woman in ancient costume pushed the door open and said, "Why haven't you gotten up yet? Lunch is ready." She turned and went out. Shouts and cries came from outside the window. Rushing out of the door, a big man in ancient costume whistled and shuttled, and smoke billowed from the burning house. Han Sheng ran after the woman. It suddenly got dark, and Han Sheng ran for his life. The sound of horse hooves behind him was urgent. After turning a corner, the woman suddenly stopped and said to Han Sheng, "Let's run separately. You go over there, quickly." Han Sheng nodded, ran for a while, climbed a small hill, looked back, and saw that the woman didn't move and was still standing there. Han Sheng waved to her desperately, and the woman screamed, "Han Sheng! Han Sheng! Don't forget me! Wait for me!" The woman turned around and opened her arms. On the mountain road, a big man rushed towards her with wild laughter and the sound of hooves.

It was already midnight when Han Sheng woke up. The chat room was not very lively, but Liu Yemei was online.

Hi, you are here. Liu Yemei said with a smile.

Here you are. You are here early.

Yes, why are you so late?

I just had a strange dream, it was quite scary.

Ha, what dream?

I dreamed of being chased, and running for my life with a girl.

Oh, what does she look like?

She is…quite good-looking, with a pair of beautiful eyebrows.

Ha, that's me!

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Stop kidding, I feel this is very strange. I have been having this dream for the past two days, and it also involves the old monk I met last time. What do you think is going on?


say what?

just saying.

What are you doing, Han Sheng? …No, how do you know my name?

Han Sheng, I am not a human being.

Don't tease me, I've read too many ghost stories.

It's true, I'm just afraid you don't believe it, but you will know it eventually. I've been waiting for a long time, and so have you.

You should weld wherever you want!

…Han Sheng, you have a root sculpture at home, an eagle and a tit. The eagle is painted black, and the tit is the natural color of wood. I made it from the root of the old willow tree at the entrance of the village. It used to be placed in our house.

Han Sheng was shocked and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Do you believe it now?"

"You mean, you are the woman in my dream, and they are all real?" Han Sheng's palms were slightly sweaty.

"Yes, my original name was Liu Mei. I was your woman at that time. I didn't want to tell you now – you couldn't accept it. But I was so happy that you still felt my thoughts."

"you are dead?"

"That's a stupid question. I've been dead for a hundred years. During the Boxer Rebellion, they entered our village and killed us all, just because we had a small church built by foreigners. You and an old man were the only ones who survived in our village. The old man was in the toilet at the time, haha."


"I have been looking for you all these years, but this world is so big. I didn't know it when I lived in the mountain village before, but I know it now that I am a ghost. In the past hundred years, I don't know how many times you have been reincarnated, whether you have been a pig, a dog, or something else, haha."


"Why aren't you talking? Are you stupid?"

"I'm sorry, I still can't accept it. You have to give me some time, I think."

"It's okay. I've been waiting for a hundred years, so I don't mind this little bit of time. Besides, I'm in a very good mood right now. How about this, I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of Feiyu Internet Cafe at this time tomorrow – we both surf the Internet here."

"All right."

"Then I'm leaving. See you tomorrow. :)"


Han Sheng turned off the computer, unplugged the power socket and the telephone line, turned on all the lights, and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. After a while, Han Sheng took out the old monk's Buddhist beads and played with them in his hands. The clock on the wall was ticking, and Han Sheng felt a little tired. He threw the Buddhist beads casually, and they happened to hang on the wings of the eagle, swaying. The next night, a boy from Peking University was waiting for his girlfriend outside the South Gate. There were not many pedestrians on the road. He imagined what would happen tonight, and the cigarette butt in his mouth flickered. Time passed, and he became a little impatient. At this time, he saw a woman in white at the door of Feiyu Internet Cafe. She was stunningly beautiful and couldn't help but take a few more glances. This woman was obviously waiting for someone too. The expectation and happiness on her face were clearly visible.

To the student's surprise, the person she was waiting for was not a young, tall and handsome man; on the contrary, the person she met was an old bald man with a beard and eyebrows and no hair. The old bald man walked behind the woman in white and patted her shoulder. When the woman turned her head, the old bald man held her tightly with one hand and turned away. She did not resist and followed him around the corner.

The student felt something was wrong and was about to go over to take a look, when suddenly a coquettish voice said, "What's wrong? Go ahead, I'm only ten minutes late." His girlfriend came. He quickly smiled and said, "How could that be? I was just about to go look for you." "Tsk…" The boy slowly walked away with the girl on his arm.

Suddenly, a suppressed woman's scream came from the back corner of the street. The boy turned his head and saw a dazzling white light there.

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