No matter whether the denomination of the banknote is large or small, even if there is no change in your pocket, the old man will thank him with a smile on his face. He and the stories he told are as calm and beautiful as the West Lake behind him.

Of course, the wild mouse was not in the mood to hear any stories. He stood outside the pavilion, constantly looking at every girl passing by, especially carefully distinguishing whether the other person had a secret code like him, holding two roses and a golden scent. It was not until this time that the wild mouse began to regret it. He should have a video of the taste of the apple in advance, even if he wanted to put a photo and remember her appearance, it would be better than being so anxious as an ant on a hot pan, with his eyes dripping around the girl's hands.

Perhaps girls would waste a lot of time on makeup and dress up before meeting the boy they like. Wild rats wandered around the cold spot for an hour, but they did not see a girl holding a "code" like him.

"She wants to give me a surprise..."

The wild mouse tried hard to convince himself in his heart, and then continued to turn around with the small pavilion as the axis. He turned around for three or four hours, but after so long, the wild mouse's heart rose again and again, and was filled with disappointment again and again.

When night came, fewer and fewer tourists came to this pavilion to rest. Even the old man who told everyone stories in exchange for living expenses put away his stool. No matter how many times he exasperated himself in his heart, the wild rat finally had to face a possible reality: the taste of apples may not come.

When the pavilion no longer had the daytime noise, the wild rat noticed that a person who had been standing in the pavilion for a few hours ago had not left yet.

He is a very handsome boy with a scent of sunshine all over his body. He should be two or three years older than the wild rat who was just eighteen years old. Although his height of 170 cm is not as tall as a tall and tall, his warm mouth and soft eyes all give him a trait that is closer to neutral beauty.

He looks more like the protagonists in campus comics who combine gentlemanly demeanor and aesthetics.

Wild Rat has never had any good feelings for this kind of boy who is much handsomer than himself. But today's long wait has consumed too much of his spirit and physical strength. The deep sense of loss in his heart makes him really need to talk to alone. He couldn't help but approach the boy, and then said a very boring nonsense: "Are you waiting for someone too?"

The boy nodded.

The wild rat who was full of words rushed to his mouth, faced with a stranger, an otaku who was born in an otaku left the Internet and had almost no idea how to contact the outside world, and didn't know how to express his grievances. After holding it in for a long time, he said again, "West Lake, well, it's beautiful at night."

The nights at West Lake are indeed very beautiful.

Looking around, under the night wind, the water of West Lake continues to gently shake, and fine silver moonlight is reflected on the water surface. Even the colorful neon lights reflected on the water surface have become more colorful.

In the distance, a few girl's chuckled faintly. The lake water hit the shore and made a "cry" and "cry" sound. The two mixed together to form a unique natural sound. Standing in the pavilion, looking at everything in front of you, listening to the light sounds around you that were a little blurry but could be heard, the wild mouse felt the anxiety and grievance deep in his heart, and was being pulled away by the surrounding environment at a speed that he could detect, until he finally calmed down again.

The boy stood quietly behind the wild rat, accompanying him to look at the night view of West Lake.

Suddenly, the wild mouse's body trembled involuntarily. He turned around and looked at the boy behind him. His eyes finally fell on the boy's right arm. Three ribbons were tied to the boy's right arm, two of which were red and one yellow. These three ribbons were tied into unique style, making him look more casual and casual, and more neutral. The most important thing is that when the wild mouse calmed down, he could finally find that the three ribbons tied to the boy's arm in front of him were clearly the shape of a flower.

"You are...the taste of apples."

Looking at the boy in front of him nodded slightly, the wild mouse was really smiling bitterly. The "wife" he had known each other since he was fifteen years old and began to like was actually a boy, a boy with such a handsome boy who probably had an absolutely amazing number of suitors around him.

"Is it interesting to be a shemale in the online game and even enjoy it. Is it interesting to trick me into being a fool?"

The wild mouse tasted a faint sweet smell in his mouth. He, a liar who was rogue in the online world, tasted the taste of being deceived for the first time.

It hurts, it’s so fucking pain, heart-wrenching pain! It’s because he’s home-home enough that he’s spent three years to weave a love myth on the Internet. It’s because he’s home-home enough that he’s not calling the other party for three years, or even asking for a photo. So, when he finally muster up the courage to meet the other party, he has to bear the risk that the other party may be a shemale!

"I really don't plan to lie to you."

The apple tasted down, but his voice still reached the ears of the wild mouse. "I didn't know anything at first. I chose a female character in the game just because I felt that among all the characters, she was the most beautiful and best for my wishes. I was spinning around in the game. Just when I felt bored and wanted to quit the game and never came in again, someone maliciously pk me. They clearly had the upper hand, but they refused to stop and kept saying bad words. At that time, I was really angry. I even thought that as long as someone could come out to help me, I would be grateful to him for the rest of my life."

Of course, Wild Rat remembered this experience, and he said miserably: "At that time, a fool happened to pass by, and that fool was a master in the server. He was really bored at that time and rose up together, so he helped the little fairy who was bullied so badly. That fool, even though he was not a ball, he dared to help him when he saw injustice. He really wanted to suffer!"

Apple Shi shook her head vigorously, "I have been loved by everyone since I was a child. My family spoiled me and the people around me gave in. From the fifth grade of elementary school, every Valentine's Day, my drawer will be filled with chocolate. Even when it is on duty, there will be girls rushing to help me do it. I always take these for granted, but on that day, you suddenly appeared and helped me drive away those people. I suddenly realized that it was so good to be treated as a girl and protected by others. I originally thought that we would know each other like this, and then we would slowly forget it, but a few days later, you suddenly proposed to me. I hesitated for a long time, and finally agreed to your proposal. From that time on, the reason why I remained in this game was that there was you in this game."

As an otaku, the wild rats give their taste of apples on the Internet. The truest feelings of a man, and the taste of apples have also received the most intense feelings transmitted through radio waves. This kind of surging emotions and strong protection are all things that a man can never feel in reality.

Therefore, even though they are a normal boy, the taste of apples is still sinking into this virtual reality. They must not be exposed in love and marriage in reality, and they enjoy it. They exchange love tokens with each other on Valentine's Day, and they do various tasks together. Even if there is nothing, they put their game characters in a beautiful scene and stand side by side, and they will drink wine.

When all this was finally faced with reality and all feelings were destined to turn into ashes, the apple became frightened, and an indescribable impulse made him suddenly reach out to hug the wild rat, and then buried his head in the wild rat's chest.

The wild rat was really scared by the way the taste of the apples were smelling. He tried his best to push away the person who was holding him tightly, lowered his head and ran away. No matter how the taste of the apples was shouting him from behind, he did not dare to look back.

I don’t know how long it took to run, but it was not until the lung lobes were almost exploding due to lack of oxygen that the wild mouse stopped panting. At this moment, his cell phone rang, and it was Apple that sent him a multi-message.

There are several photos in the MMS, and the protagonist of the photo is the taste of apples. The difference is that the taste of apples in the photo is even light makeup. His taste is very good. After applying light makeup, his face, which is originally soft in lines, looks even more... Well, beautiful?!

If he hadn't just met him and had confirmed his identity, the wild rat could not even tell whether the person in the photo was a man or a woman.

"I have been waiting for you to ask me for photos, and even videos with me. Sorry, in order to deceive you, I learned makeup secretly. I tried to make my photos look more like a girl, but you have never made such a request. I was relieved and felt dissatisfied. Today, I can finally send you these photos calmly. Yes, I lied to you, but... this result is really not what I want to see. Perhaps, my biggest hope is that the relationship between us can stay on the Internet forever without transitioning to reality."

As I read the words in the text messages over and over again, the wild mouse's mouth was full of bitterness. Ten years ago, when online videos were not yet developed, everyone said that 90% of netizens met were killed in the light, but between him and the apple, there were 10% of them.

The next day, the wild rat took the train back to Taiyuan. No matter how Lu Zhenzhong forced him to confess, he did not reveal any details about the taste of meeting with the apple. However, when the wild rat was bored, he habitually logged into the online game and saw that the name of the dark color was revealed because the owner was not there. A sense of indescribable fear hit the wild rat's heart in an instant.

The "Apple taste" in the network that exists only because of his existence will never reappear when he pushed "her" away.


Chapter completed!