Do you always make typos when chatting?

"It is painful to love deeply, and it is also moving to the extreme."

Mr. Wen

201February 26th, 8

When I was chatting with my friends the other day, I always made typos from time to time.

Every time I find a typo, I will immediately resend the correct vocabulary.

The friend said: Actually, there is no need to send it again. I know what you are trying to say.

But I found that I don't necessarily have typos when chatting with anyone.

Chatting with friends I don't know or have a working relationship, I always check the message again before sending it. I usually don't pay attention to "good places" when I write, and the subject, predicate and object will all appear in my error correction ranks at that moment.

Expression is a wonderful thing. Facing different people or different things, you will choose different ways to face them.

When chatting with my girlfriend, there will always be a big basket of typos, and the messages sent are not large paragraphs.

Sometimes I divide a simple sentence into several paragraphs.

Emotionally, I am always so impatient.

I was afraid that she would put down her cell phone and do something else the next second, so I broke the sentence "What are you doing" into four parts.

It seems that only through constant message reminders can she know that someone is thinking of her across the screen.

Sometimes, this punctuated chat is also quietly proving how close you are to the person you are chatting with.

This is the same as chatting with typos.

Maybe people's little habits are not to prove how bad he is, but to tell you that people, a perceptual animal, always use magic to tell each other in the perceptual world:

How well I know you and how much I care about you. ...

But it is this kind of emotion that hurts people.

I met Li Dabao when I was eating hot pot alone in Nanjing.

Someone once asked a question:

"How lonely it is to eat hot pot alone."

But I don't feel lonely.

I went to eat hot pot alone because I was too greedy to make an appointment.

My only purpose is to satisfy my own desire, which has nothing to do with loneliness. I ordered a table of dishes and looked at piles of red and white meat brushes, and my mood was bursting.

But Li Dabao is different, because his feelings are frustrated.

He sat opposite me. After the waiter came and poured him a glass of water, he sat for fifteen minutes without meaning to order.

He didn't move, just looked at the teacup in front of him with glassy eyes.

As a human who wants to eat hot pot, I enjoy myself and he cries alone.

I couldn't help it, and then the hot pot smelled spicy. I called him, but I didn't answer. I went straight to sit opposite him and asked him if he was eating hot pot alone.

He said yes.

That moment just drove me crazy. This product was originally for hot pot, and I sat alone for more than twenty minutes. I ate two plates of mutton.

After the waiter added a seat, I asked him to come over and brush the meat together.

"Anyway, is a person. By the way, build a platform. " This is what I thought at that time.

Half an hour later, both of them were flushed with spicy food.

I asked him why he came to eat hot pot alone.

He stopped chopsticks and shit all the beer he had just finished on the chair.

Li Dabao is short and a little fat. After studying in Nanjing, he made friends in Guangdong. Because it looks like the clay pot rice used by Cantonese to make clay pot rice, it is nicknamed Dabao.

He is good at guitar, playing and singing Jacky Cheung and Beyond.

At a departmental hot pot party, Li Dabao got to know his ex-girlfriend.

In the closed private room, the hormone breath from men and women quickly filled the whole room, except Li Dabao.

He doesn't talk much, so he eats quietly, says what he should, and drinks when he comes. The rules are outrageous.

The girl just noticed him.

At the end of the party, the priest suggested that everyone sing a song to end the party tonight.

Seeing the opportunity of performance, Li Dabao immediately stood up, took out a guitar and directly played a tune that everyone is familiar with at ordinary times.

The climax of the party was brought up by him, and the atmosphere was as strong as two urban men and women who got drunk after drinking XO.

After the party, Li Dabao just said hello to the minister and left without any unnecessary actions.

Just like the pottery pots in Guangdong, Li Dabao's honesty with men and women is ridiculous.

When everyone goes to a party with the purpose of knowing the new opposite sex, only he is there, just to attend a party.

Girls like this purity.

A week later, the girl added Li Dabao's WeChat through the minister.

"Hello, I am a person in a certain position in a certain department."

This artificial machine-like reply is simply a clean stream.

In this way, the girl and Li Dabao started chatting with each other.

As expected in all stories, Li Dabao took off the bill and no one chased anyone. Only after two people went out to play together, the girl asked Li Dabao if it was appropriate, and he said it was appropriate.

Li Dabao's only romance is to pick up the guitar and sing love songs in front of girls.

"I'm not good at chatting with others on social software. I finish my work, but when she comes, I will learn step by step. I don't want my girlfriend to be unhappy because she can't talk. "

UC browser, Baidu Encyclopedia and WeChat official account are all skills that Li Dabao learned when getting along with his girlfriend. He even spent a week on food and bought a set of courses to pick up girls online.

From "wussy" to "old fox", it only took him a month to fall in love.

A year later, Comrade Li Dabao, sitting opposite me, picked up a piece of mutton and threw it directly into the hot pot. He said, "It's over, it's hopeless."

Depressed, he said that this hot pot restaurant used to come with his girlfriend. He also said, "She doesn't like onions. Every time I eat, I will remind the waiter that this dish does not add onions. "

"She often falls when she walks in rainy days, so I will be careful when it rains."

"She drinks coffee with a lot of sugar. Every time I eat McDonald's, I have the cheek to ask the waiter for an extra bag of sugar. "

"She has rhinitis and can't smell anything irritating. I always prepare a mask in advance before going out. "

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Love a person, sometimes really don't need too much substance to express.

A word, a word, an action, and a little bit of love are no less than an expensive gift bombing.

But love will come to an end, either grow old together or give up halfway.

Li Dabao loves it so much that all his memories are in the past. Thought of here, I only have deep pain.

In the book "If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come", the sentence about young people's love is described like this:

"It is painful to love deeply, and it is also moving to the extreme."

I said Li Dabao, you cried.

But Li Dabao said: I just came to recall, feel sad, and let bits and pieces of the past pass through my mind, that's all.

A long time ago, some people said that the stars were shining, which was tantamount to chatting with the moon.

Of course the moon is happy, because someone is chatting with her.

But suddenly one day, the star next to it stopped flashing, and the moon was very unhappy, but the stars around it were still flashing, so the moon soon figured it out, and there was no reason to give up other flashing stars because the star next to it didn't flash.

So you think the world is beautiful?

There are thousands of Li Dabao in Qian Qian in this world. I will, and you may.

Man is the most touching creature, not because he can make long guns and short guns, nor because he can make a spaceship fly into space or even further, but because behind all the high technologies he has created, he can have his most emotional side.

We will love, we will cry, and we will accommodate and compromise for our other half. ...

Love is like Tai Chi. We know that there are no two identical leaves in the world.

They have different values, world outlook, thinking, emotion and wisdom. ...

But we also look for common ground in our differences.

Find a reason to continue with each other.

It's like chatting on social software.

A few tiny details can tell whether you care about me or not.

When you get out of the screen of your mobile phone and put on your skirt, he can help you press the rope pulled up by the supermarket to facilitate you to cross it;

When you wear a suit to a cocktail party, she can help you arrange your tie and make it as centered as possible;

He told her, he told her that every word and deed, even a subtle action, is a living translation of "I love you".

Everyone wants to meet a person who can interrupt sentences when chatting, and a person who can talk to himself in life without correcting typos.

Maybe we will brush hot pot with tears like classmates, but we always believe in the beauty of love.

"Hey, why do you always type wrong words?"

"Because, I am afraid that if I reply slowly, you will be gone."

Seize every minute with you, even if it is chatting.

"I typed the wrong word. Can you help me correct it?"

"Of course."

Above, good night.

"Appreciate each other"

Editor-in-chief Mr. Sany

The dream is to be a people's policeman.

But because of 800 degree astigmatism and myopia

A cavity of blood can only be transformed into a pen tip.