Almighty Star Daddy

As soon as the word "yes" fell, Zhang Mingli's cheers came from the receiver, and then there was the sound of things falling to the ground and crackling.

Han Mo shook his head helplessly.

"Brother Han, it's so late today, I won't disturb your rest, so, tomorrow morning we will still be the same place, we have already cooperated for the second time, as long as the price is within the range we can bear, Director Hu said. No problem. Tomorrow we will directly sign the authorization." After Zhang Mingli finished speaking, he smirked innocently.

The two had a brief chat, and Zhang Mingli asked something about Han Mo's song and the competition, and then hung up the phone.

Han Mo knew that Zhang Mingli was anxious about the show, so he quickly sorted out the story and prepared to bring it to him tomorrow.

After all the work is done, it is almost twelve o'clock. Before going to bed, Han Mo will look at the time and space forum. Before, he only read other people's posts and never commented. He was a tourist. This is the first time to register for the poetry competition. , this time, I opened the account of the Royal Horse Knight directly.

He won the first place in the competition last time. The moderator sent him a congratulatory post, as well as some netizens' thread. The content was similar, and Han Mo didn't read it carefully.

Suddenly, a small white envelope hung in the upper right corner. It was a private message. Usually, it was posted in a public place on Tieba. Private messages were rarely sent. Most of the private messages were spam text messages, advertisements, etc. Han Mo didn't take it seriously, and opened the small envelope casually.

"Hello, Royal Horse Rider, it's because of your "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" that I met you, and I like this poem very much. I am usually a simple and honest and happy little joker in everyone's heart, everyone. If you are unhappy, you want to talk to me for comfort, but I am also human, and I am also unhappy. Now I am in pain, but I don't know who to talk to. Horseman, are you there? I can talk to you. Tell me?" The sender's nickname was Spicy Little Crab.

Originally, Han Mo wanted to turn it off at a glance, but when he saw the nickname, he slowly retracted his action.

The person who sent this private message was none other than Meng Si's assistant Pang Xie. Because his name happened to be homophonic with crab, everyone always made fun of him. Fortunately, Pang Xie always looked like he was heartless. Also used to it, often calling himself a little crab.

His Weike nickname is also, Spicy Little Crab. Coupled with the love that Pang Xie showed in front of Han Mo this morning for the knights on the horse, Han Mo can almost conclude that this is the little assistant, and there is nothing wrong.

Han Mo glanced at the time of the private message. It was fifteen minutes ago. He didn't know if anyone was still there. He tried to reply, "Of course."

The message was sent successfully, and Han Mo was waiting for the other party's reply.

Indeed, as Xiao Pang himself said, in the company, everyone usually takes him as a funny person, simple and honest, and very easy-going. The more such a character, the more people will ignore his feelings.

Soon another small envelope hung in the upper right corner of the screen, which was Xiao Pang's reply.

"I was so excited to see your reply. I really didn't expect you to reply to me. You are my idol. I can already memorize that poem. Hey, but I'm really in a bad mood right now, because The girl I like is in love, but my boyfriend is not me. I have been a single dog for more than 20 years, I don't care about being single, I just want to like her silently, but she has a boyfriend, but I don't even have the qualification to like her silently It's gone. I'm so depressed and my heart hurts, but I still like her, I know I shouldn't, but I can't restrain myself and don't know what to do."

After reading Xiao Pang's private letter, Han Mo was indeed a little surprised. He didn't expect an optimistic little assistant to be troubled by emotional matters. He thought for a while and replied, "You didn't affect her life, just silently pay attention. She likes her, nothing wrong." Click send.

After a while, Xiao Pang's message came, "But she already has a boyfriend, I should give up, but I just can't control my heart.

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Han Mo could understand Xiao Pang's mood, but he didn't know how to persuade him to make him feel more comfortable. He suddenly thought of a poem, which seemed to fit Xiao Pang Xie's mood right now. He is also a poetry lover. I hope He can untie the knot on his own, and he has to tie the bell to untie the bell. He has to figure it out on his own so that he can stop worrying.

Han Mo's slender fingers tapped on the keyboard.

"I love you, it has nothing to do with you"

i love you, nothing to do with you

Even the endless thoughts of the night

only my own

won't bring to dawn

Maybe it can only exist in the dark

i love you, nothing to do with you

Even if I stand by your side right now

Still behind my eyes

I don't want you to see

just let it hide behind the wind

i love you, nothing to do with you

Then why can't I remember your smiling face

but see infinitely

your upset

bloom when i come

i love you, nothing to do with you

Missing can't survive the dawn

So I choose to sleep

see you again in a dream

i love you, nothing to do with you

longing to hide

So I run away

Don't you see me flustered

i love you, nothing to do with you

really

it only belongs to my heart

as long as you are happy

my sadness

You don't need to care"

In other words, Han Mo didn't say anything and sent the whole poem directly. He believed that Xiao Pang could understand it. As a senior poetry lover, he would not fail to understand the meaning contained in this poem. This is a poem of Han Mo's original world, the author is the German poetess Kasen Katzitz.

The other side of the screen was silent. Just now, it was almost all messages returned in seconds, but at this moment there was no response. Han Mo guessed that Xiao Pang Xie must be thinking about the meaning of this poem.

More than ten minutes passed, but Xiao Pang didn't reply. Han Mo was about to leave the forum when suddenly a private message floated over.

This time the reply was short, with only a few words, "Thank you, Horse Rider."

Han Mo guessed that he might have figured it out, and said casually, "You're welcome."

Just after it was sent, Xiao Pang's letter came again, "Knight on the Horse, can I share this poem of yours on Weike? I will write your name and add the words just reprinted."

This is not an excessive request, and Han Mo didn't care, and replied directly, "Yes."

After replying to the last two words, Han Mo exited the page, turned off the computer, and went to sleep.

At this moment, Pang Xie is still facing the computer screen, and the table is full of empty beer bottles. He drank a lot of wine today, and if he hadn't felt really uncomfortable, he wouldn't have thought of sending a private message to the knight on the horse. I was in a daze just now, until the poem suddenly popped up on the screen.

Xiao Pang read the poem over and over again, the original sad expression gradually eased, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Yes, I love you, it has nothing to do with you."

Suddenly, Xiao Pang Xie felt that his mind was unusually sober, so he opened Weike, copied the poem, and wrote the name of the knight on the horse. This time, he didn't write a lot of recommendations, he just said one sentence: Those who understand will understand.

To be honest, I haven’t slept yet at this time. The key is to hang out on Weike, except for single dogs, or single dogs.

Xiao Pang appreciates this poem very much, because he wrote his mood, he never thought that anyone would resonate with him, and after reprinting it, he read it carefully by himself, and couldn't help but admire the horse rider's ability to write books. , Is this a live poem? Just for him? Thinking of this, Xiao Pang was a little excited.

A message appeared at the bottom of the screen, and Xiao Pang clicked it casually. It turned out that someone had reposted the poem. He didn't expect it to be forwarded so quickly, so he clicked in and took a look. Weike is an open platform, although he is his fan, But I don't usually interact with each other, and I don't know each other. Xiao Pang's eyes fell on the forwarded text.

"I open my eyes in a daze every day, and the first thing I do is to pick up my phone and send you a message. Although sometimes it's just a simple good morning, I remind myself every day that I must not stay up late, but I still stay up late at night, just to make peace with myself. You talk a little more. You like to avoid it, you are always so indifferent, I dare not say that I love you, because I have no confidence, every text I send for you starts from loving you. Even this love, only Buried in my heart."

Looking at the avatar's nickname, it should be a girl, and Xiao Pang doesn't know how to comfort her, but he can empathize with her, and he must be silently liking someone.

That is, in two or three minutes, Xiao Pang returned to his homepage again, and this poem has been forwarded more than 300 times.

Each retweet is accompanied by text, which may be out of emotion, and everyone has their own story.

"I never thought I could be that person in your heart, I just hope I can contact you every day, just like now, contentment is enough."

"I know you're holding her in your arms at the moment, but you don't know that I love you."

Xiao Pang was surprised to see the reposts one after another. The speed at which this poem was reprinted was faster than that of "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blossom". Every time it refreshed, there would be thousands of reposts. Xiao Pang was shocked but felt it was reasonable. , maybe the last song is from the perspective of everyone's appreciation, but this one can resonate more with everyone.