When I Fell For You

At the end of the work, Qing'an received another message from Ning before leaving the WeChat account.

"good night". It's that simple two words.

When Qing'an swiped her finger, she accidentally clicked on Ning's profile picture, so after clicking on it, she saw Ning's WeChat profile.

For female gender, the WeChat ID is lynn89, which is pretty easy to remember. However, is the number behind her birth year?

It's a coincidence that Qing'an was also in 1989.

After realizing that he could see Ning's Moments album, Qing An clicked it.

When I clicked in, I found that Ning seemed to be a freelance photographer, and there were a lot of sample pictures she took in it. It's no wonder that Ning didn't set the permission to not show to outsiders in Moments. After all, as a photographer, she relied on Moments albums to show things to outsiders and then took orders.

Speaking of which, the sample pictures taken by Ning look pretty good.

Qing'an just wanted to find a photographer with this kind of simple, casual and unpretentious shooting style at the end of the year. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time before, I couldn't find a satisfactory photographer.

She saw the works of more than ten photographers back and forth, and felt that the shooting methods were too routine. She doesn't want herself to be photographed like that.

She had never actively added a listener before, but this time she had a need, so she immediately copied Ning’s WeChat account and used her private WeChat account to add friends.

In the verification message box, Qing'an typed the word "listening".

Go downstairs, sit in the car, play soothing light music, and drive to your residence in the late night city.

The street lamps swept back, shining on the glass and stepping into her pupils.

Coming to the convenience store that he patronizes every day, Qing An still took a sugar-free whole wheat bread today.

However, Qing'an discovered that the cashier had changed when he took things to checkout.

The little girl who had been familiar with her before was gone, and she was replaced by a new face.

The new cashier didn't chat with her anymore. After checking out, he picked up his mobile phone and played there.

Qing An didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation either, just took his own things and left the convenience store.

May be really worn out by the unchanging life. If in the past, she might still ask "Did you just come to work", but now, for new people or things, she doesn't bother to take care of them unless it is necessary.

When the automatic door opened, a cold wind hit her, causing her body to have a little goose bumps.

There is a feeling that everything has changed in an instant.

Qing'an stuffed the small bread into the bag, let out a long breath, got into the car, and drove home.

On the west side of the city, there is a concrete villa.

In the study room on the second floor, there is a bookshelf full of books, and in front of the bookshelf, there are white tables, white computers, white small keyboards, and white mice.

However, on the computer desk, there is a pot of green plants. The touch of greenness adds a little vitality to the originally cool environment.

Yu Youning, wearing a thin black suit, sat in front of the computer desk in the study, slightly rolled up his sleeves, and took a small scissors to cut out a half-withered plant leaf.

Her forehead is full, her neck is long and graceful. In addition, the face is small and the facial features are also delicate. Neatly divided long black hair, the hair on both sides of the cheeks softly press behind the helix.

After throwing the dead leaves into the trash can, Yu Youning got up, made a stretch, and walked to the huge glass window.

No matter how I listened, I felt that the voice of the Tingyu anchor was very similar to Qing'an.

Could it be an illusion? After all, didn't Qing'an want to be a screenwriter back then? Maybe he wouldn't be a host.

Yu Youning lazily leaned against the window, watching the outside.

The night is like a tide, rushing turbulently, and it quietly wraps up everything.

"Ikuko? Ikuko?! Ningning? Youning? Xiaoning? Xiaoyu?!"

The phone shook, and Yu Youning had planned to walk over to see it, but the voice of his mother Zhao Xin interrupted her thoughts all at once. With a click, the door was opened, Zhao Xin leaned in and asked, "Yuzi, have you been busy? Help me get revenge when I'm done. The gang leader named Ziqi Donglai next door is too disgusting and has been chasing me. hit!"

After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he sat down at Yu Youning's computer desk carelessly.

"Mom, listen to me, don't call him **** purple in the future. If you cry all the time, you will be unhappy. If you are unhappy, of course you will chase after you." Yu Youning said , Walked over and sat next to Zhao Xin, and opened the game simulator on the computer.

"Anyway, you help me kill him first." For Yu Youning, Zhao Xin can be said to have one ear in and one ear out.

"Okay, I'll kill him for you..." Yu Youning finished speaking, pursing his lips and smiling. When he looked at Zhao Xin, his eyes were full of petting, even though he knew that Zhao Xin was a little unreasonable in this game.

"Yuko, when do you have a boyfriend?" Zhao Xin asked while staring at the screen while having fun.

"I don't know, but my Weibo female fans say that I am good at teasing. There are also many girls who call my husband and say they want to have a baby for me. Or, I will bring you one back?" Yu Youning moved the mouse to knock Hit the keyboard and talk casually.

"I still hope you bring a man back." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he opened his eyes wide and continued: "Wow, he is disgusting! Be careful!"

"I also hope to bring a man back, but I always feel that I can't do it." Yu Youning shrugged.

"Then forget it. Insurance is good."

"What?" Yu Youning looked back at her.

"Buy insurance so that if you accidentally end up lonely in the future, you will have a bottom line." After Zhao Xin replied casually, she patted her daughter on the back nervously and said: "Gee Lao Zi is here again, hurry, concentrate on the fight! "

"The queen mother is really different." Yu Youning straightened her back, and then hummed a little song while helping her mother to kill.

In other words, how does it feel to have a mother who has poor skills and loves to talk and play games?

It's probably kind of pitted but interesting.

After taking revenge, Yu Youning turned off the computer, pushed Zhao Xin's shoulder to leave the study, slapped Zhao Xin on her forehead, then turned Zhao Xin towards her bedroom and said, "It's late, go to bed."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep... By the way, tomorrow morning, I want to go to Linglong Pavilion to drink Hong Kong-style morning tea. You have to accompany me, you know?" Zhao Xin yawned and walked to the bedroom.

"Well, I'll accompany you." Yu Youning looked at his mother and smiled, raised his hand to caress his neck, and then turned back to the study to get the phone.

On the other hand, after Qing'an came home, she just boiled a bowl of **** soup for herself in time when the signs of a cold came out. She was sweating and felt a little refreshed.

After that, she grabbed the phone, turned around, lay on the bed, and raised her hand to caress her forehead.

At the class reunion, the words everyone said still seemed to be echoing in their ears.

Yes, once, she and Ikuko were so good.

Yuzi is very gentle, loves to laugh, and smiles very beautifully, like a ray of sunshine.

Most importantly, she is far better than herself.

The students said that they and Ikuko were the best and most outstanding people in the class that year.

But in fact, Ikuko is born excellent.

However, it was an unreliable effort that I could barely stand next to Yuzi, and saw what could be seen at that height.

Originally, I was relatively clumsy.

Before meeting Ikuko, her grades were not outstanding.

Later, under the leadership of Ikuko, a good deskmate in China, Qing'an took the road. Moreover, after becoming the same table with Yuzi, she not only no longer thinks that learning is boring, but that learning is a very interesting thing. Even the self, who was always negative energy, became full of positive energy, and became quite positive in everything.

But at the beginning... when I was angrily questioning the love letter incident, Yuzi should be very sad.

Thinking of these past events, Qing An closed his eyes, and the sad emotions seemed to invade the blood, flowing along the meridians all over the body.

After a while, he noticed that the phone was vibrating, so Qing'an opened his eyes, illuminated the phone in front of him, and unlocked it.

Ning: "I passed your friend verification request. Now we can start chatting."

Seeing that the other party passed his friend request, Qing'an cleaned up those emotions he had just received, then pulled down the emoji list and sent an emoji first: "Hello."

Ning: "Is it the listening language of "Listening"?"

After Qing'an met, he replied: "Yes, it's me."

Ning: "Sorry, I've been using the computer before, and I didn't notice that someone added a friend on the phone. I only saw it now. Why did the listener add me suddenly?"

Qing'an replied: "Fuck fans."

Ning: "The anchor of Listening Language really has a different hobby."

Qing'an smiled after seeing it, and replied: "Just kidding, don't mind. The reason why I added you is because I saw the photo album of your circle of friends. Are you playing color and shadow?"

Ning: "I really want to play color and shadow."

Qing An: "...Photography..."

Ning: "Ha. Yes, I am a photographer."

"I watched your film and it did a good job. I feel that you can tell the story of the characters in the photos only." Qing'an is not a flatterer, but when he encounters something he really likes, he can give the other person a point. Like the truck.

Ning: "The anchor of Tingyu has won the award."

"You are humble." Qing An really feels that Ning's films look very good, so don't be too humble.

Ning: "It's not modest, but I didn't think so much when shooting, so after being described so literary and artistically, I felt a little panic."

"Then you are even better. I didn't think so much when I was shooting, but I can still shoot people so interesting." After Qing'an sent it, after thinking about it, he continued to ask, "What style are you best at shooting?"

Ning: "My style is that there is no style. The so-called style is mainly adjusted by the potential temperament of the guests."

"For example?" Qing'an asked curiously.

Ning: "Roughly speaking...for girls, those with more handsome personality, I will shoot cool styles. For more girls, I will shoot small fresh styles. For more **** ones, I will shoot..."

Ning got stuck and seemed to be organizing language.

"Emotion|Sex and wind?" So Qing An asked.

Ning: "Ha, when you said that, I found out that I have never filmed eroticism. How about listening to the host to guide me?"

"Then you take it off and I shoot." Do you want to be more silly? Qing'an decided to accompany him.

Ning: "Yes. I take you off and shoot."

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