Chapter 534: Greetings (2)

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I decided to listen to my husband's advice and have an online relationship with the post-90s generation who wrote online novels. I guess he's a pistachio.

I don't like the kind of bitter and hateful people who are dumped by their girlfriends, beaten by their parents, and cheated on by their friends...... Bankrupt, unemployed, and owed a lot of money...... It's all this type of person who comes to talk to me, and the mood is very frustrating.

However, maybe this is a fake post-90s generation. The web novel he wrote is the kind of fantasy or science fiction plus martial arts alternative, pure blind and full of typos, it's really hard to judge the real age, but no matter how old you are, people who can still fantasize must have a childlike heart, right?

I wrote fantasies before I was 16 years old. Ever since I started writing and interviewing people on my own, my illusions have been shattered.

There has never been a time-traveling or fantasy novel that I am interested in reading, maybe because I want to understand him, I can read those strange words. Maybe a month, maybe three months, when I straighten out those absurd and uninhibited words, that nickname will disappear, and my online dating will be over, so I don't have to worry about not being invisible, I will jump out of a meaty word, and let my husband beat me as a handle.

Suddenly, I decided to say that I like you or I love you to my favorite netizens before I started online dating, so that I can scare people away and love someone with peace of mind.

Sure enough, as expected, or you went too far, or closed the space to me, and stopped actively talking to me. At least it shows that my vision is still correct, and I am not a random person.

I hung out the stealthy Q again, kept silent about the newly added strangers, and only answered one person's question seriously.

It's been a year and a half on the Internet.,There's no nickname that has continued to appear for more than three months.,Although some people say it's with other numbers to continue to follow.,Others say, "I've seen all the photos you posted, don't you know?"I really haven't noticed.,My space log is not set to show recent browsing.,Only the person who posted the comment left traces.,And,Most of the time I don't have to visit back.,Because it's all not updated or reprinted space.,There's no need to comment.。

I set up a reminder for the person I like, but I refuse to comment and reply, I like the feeling of despair without any news, and it is also to prevent my husband and his lover from finding out, sending a processed "Belly Bead photo album" to harass people.

Greeting or scolding people on message boards, initiating conversations and sending pornographic images, and asking for voice or video are all too lazy to bother. Forty is not confused, naturally self-aware. In this world, the only thing that can tempt me is the so-called love that does not change my heart. It is not uncommon to have any fame and fortune, and it doesn't care about slander, ridicule, or retaliation. Love alone is something I've never seen before, and it's said to be thrilling.

Last year, when the nickname said that I was going to give me a 10-year birthday, it was a bit shocking, but I was past the age where I was curious about people in real life, so I refused to video chat, and soon the nickname started cursing.

After half a year of writing incognito, Tencent rewarded me with a VIP reading card, which allowed me to read the books on the website for free for half a year. But because my parents were there, I was forced to eat a lot of food every day, and I had to go out to visit various tourist attractions in the capital a lot, and it took two months before I started to study.

Suddenly, I wanted to read some youth campus literature that I had not paid attention to before, but what is the university that the post-90s generation is entering like? Because of the entangled relationship between my husband and those female college students, I don't have any good feelings about universities in the new century. When my son was in college, if he was still in the same situation where he could live together and get married, he would never dare to let him go to college. I wonder, is it that the female classmate's pride in being a second wife has also begun to spread to the male classmate?