Confession to Qingmei was rejected, and I met the yandere senior!

Starlight dotted the dark red sky, fireworks fell, and red flags were planted on street lamps, fluttering against the wind.

Lin Chen, who returned home, knocked on the computer, and heard Xia Mengxi next to him angry through the wall.

The two are childhood sweethearts, live in an urban village, the house is old-fashioned, the cement quality is not good, and they often hear indescribable things.

And in Lin Chen's room, the computer desk is facing Xia Mengxi's bedroom, so he can hear her when she talks often.

"Dead Lin Chen, who are you getting along with?"

Xia Mengxi jumped on the bed, her calves shaking.

"What senpai? Who is she?

She also took pictures with Nokia, opened the gallery little by little, and saw the appearance of the other party, with a beautiful face, about 1.73 meters tall.

It looks extremely innocent, and the most important thing is her breasts, which are inevitably too well developed.

At the same age, why is it so old?

"Slut!"

At this time, the TV set played Meteor Garden, and Daoming's mother scolded Shancai slut.

"Lin Chen!"

Xia Mengxi muttered.

I just refuse your confession, why don't you find an unknown senior sister to bully me?

On the other side of the wall, Lin Chen didn't feel much after listening to it, but he accidentally wrote the word "Lin Chen" on the computer page.

Sure enough, people are always affected.

Their feelings about Qingmei's relationship are that they took off their pants and saw that the other party was too small, and then confessed impulsively.

Yes, once hazy is not called love.

Now it seems like nothing more than a joke.

After Lin Chen finished three chapters, he didn't come to the station to sign a short contract, to be honest, this novel dream has been doing all along.

Back then, Tudou still had more than 300,000 words signed on the shelves, and could he make some money in this book of divorce?

The first 200,000 yuan in your hand, which is equivalent to the original capital, engaging in the entertainment industry, just hundreds of thousands, you seem to think a little beautiful.

"It's okay, I'm still fine!"

Lin Chen sat up and turned the uncooled computer back on, the songs of this era are like nostalgic golden songs.

What don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend.

Golden Carnival DJ.

An MP3 per person, a Walkman....

In this era, writing a random song is very popular.

Lin Chen sneered, and suddenly thought what was going on with the copyist? Douyin has not yet appeared, and smartphones have just emerged.

Or do you grasp both.

The first people to eat meat and drink soup.

"Dididi..."

It was late at night, Lin Chen was intoxicated writing "Cantonese Love Story", how could he know that QQ pop-up messages.

At first glance, it was Guo Rui, the kid, who shouted that he was all night.

Lin Chen replied lightly with two words: "Not available. In

the Internet café, Guo Rui is rushing for the CF rank, can't he get friends?

As soon as he saw the information, Guo Rui complained in non-standard Cantonese: "Youmu made a mistake, why didn't you come?" "

Anyway, the two of them once swept through the line of fire.

As a result, this person has changed, either boxing to earn money or busy earning money.

"Lao Chen, you look useless like this!"

Guo Rui is willing to fall, and he works hard to make money.

How can the difference between people and people be different?

...

The next day, the light slightly passed through the bedroom window, and Lin Chen stayed up all night to make up the song.

This Cantonese love story tells the story of a wandering drifter drifting in Guangzhou.

Love on the assembly line.

People have been adrift in Guangdong for ten years.

The most famous is Foxconn in Shencheng, where some people contribute their youth, ruthless assembly lines, endless screws, and endless Longjiang pork knuckle rice.

Yes, this song is about the wandering experience of the drifter.

Combining Cantonese and Chinese, you can taste different flavors of life.

It's like Pearl River beer with ice, which is refreshing, but the throat is dry and boring.

"Beautiful!"

Lin Chen licked his lips and quietly looked at the computer screen in a daze.

Ideal, it's beautiful, but who do you think this song should be sung?

Who has this smoky voice?

"Son, are you up? It's time for breakfast! "

Oh."

Lin Chen dragged his tired body and walked into the toilet to wash up briefly.

The boxy table is filled with sweet potatoes, soy milk, and Cantonese rice rolls.

"Your dad packed it and brought it back, add soy sauce."

Chen Qiu was like a broken thought, and Lin Chen looked at all this with a dull gaze.

"When my son grows up, he should practice more."

There were words in the words, Lin Chen smiled: "Do you want me to arrange to go to your factory to get some screws and come back to fight?"

Chen Qiuru smiled smartly: "You are really smart."

"It's like pounding a wall on a boring assembly line."

"There's no way, no one does this job, the factory can't do it, and your mother will lose her job."

Chen Qiuru felt a little deep emotion in her heart, and she had been in the factory for about six or seven years.

I want to leave, but I don't know where to start.

Picking people outside requires not only seniority, but also youth.

People, the most feared is middle-aged unemployment, to the end of the day there is nothing.

Lin Chen waved his hand: "Mom, I won't go to the factory to work as a part-time worker this summer." "

Chen Qiuru knows his virtue.

I will definitely regret it later.

Because others also enter the factory to make money.

"I'm not reluctant, other people's children are very powerful."

Lin Chen said narcissistically: "No one is more powerful than your son. He

knew what his mother meant by that.

You can't stay at home all the time, mom will envy others.

Yes, this sentence is too lethal.

Children from poor families are sensible and in charge of the family early.

Chen Qiuru put the peeled egg into his bowl and yawned casually: "Mom is going to work."

"Not enough pocket money to go to the bedroom, the third drawer of the crimson cabinet, I listen to the wooden box box to take the money."

Lin Chen couldn't cry or laugh: "I'm not a child, spend the money yourself, I'm going to earn money."

Chen Qiuru was dumbfounded: "..."Lin Chen

slipped away so fast that he even closed the door.

"What's going on? Is this my son?

Chen Qiuru muttered to himself and stuffed the leftover egg yolk into his mouth.

...

The sun was shining, and the summer morning was already hot.

Lin Chen rode his bicycle to the nearby song and dance halls, and some of the buildings had an 80s style at the door.

There are Teresa Teng's songs inside.

It's kind of nostalgic.

At this moment, a beautiful figure attracted him, and Lin Chen greeted people shamelessly.

"Senior Sister Jiang! Brother, I'm here! "