Anya skillfully opened the wow chat software and logged into her account. Only a few unread messages popped up. Han Xuan found a message she sent to her more than two months ago. Her face looked speechless and said:

"If other young people were like you, logging in to wow only once a few months, then my company would have gone bankrupt. Did you not use the new bebook laptop I gave you when school started?"

She smiled cutely and replied, "Well, I don't usually use a laptop, so I keep it at home. I occasionally need to check information or news before I use it.

I almost forgot about it. I only remembered it before I went to Italy to pack up my things. I still kept it in my apartment in London. Because it was too heavy, I didn't bring it.

Even if no one comes to chat with me when logging in, it’s the same. Just send a message to you on your mobile phone and call me. However, this chat software is really popular in our school and I often hear my classmates mention its name. The couriers of the Os company will arrange a car to our Royal Academy of Arts to deliver express delivery every day. Every time at that time, there will be people standing next to you.

Once in the library, I heard that after a few years, even if you don’t have to go out, you can buy all daily necessities, including food, from the Internet…”

The sense of the times is coming.

Silently speaking, the situation is already pretty good. A few years ago, Han Xuan had worried whether she would refuse to use modern technology equipment like Mrs. Cecilia. As early as three years ago, Anya's house in Williamsburg, without even a telephone. The only technology product in the house that can be distinguished from traditional society is... electric lights.

If Han Xuan, a trendsetter in the high-tech field, does not know how to use computers and mobile phones, that would be a joke. At least now Anya can surf the Internet proficiently and will not be out of touch with the times.

He wrote his name in the input bar of the destiny browser at a speed. The difficult typing method made Han Xuan laugh out loud. Seeing her looking for letters on the keyboard, she wrote a name for more than ten seconds and said mockingly: "Don't you remember the position of the keyboard alphabet now?"

Anya was obviously a little embarrassed: "When I was studying in Xueshan Middle School, I occasionally used computers during computer classes. Other times I rarely type, and I would practice after I returned to school.

Don't laugh at me, it's much better than my mother. She doesn't even know how to use the music player. After teaching her, she heard it from morning to night for several days. Later I realized that there were only two songs in it.

Okay, let me find it. I remember a few reporters told me that they would publish news about me on the Internet news website, and they should be able to find it right..."

She had far underestimated her influence. When she saw more than 200,000 search results about her name, Anya's expression was a little scared. The picture was displayed at the front, and various photos of Anya were loaded. The clarity was not high, but it was much better than a few years ago.

For a moment, she forgot what she was planning to do just now. She clicked on the picture column and started to look at it. She was walking on the street, eating photos, smiling photos, and reading books in the free library. She was a little scared. The scenes were very familiar, and she was definitely not wrong. But she didn't know how these photos came about. She turned her head and said to Han Xuan: "Why are there so many photos of me? Did you arrange them?"

"I don't have that great ability. I have nothing to do. What do you do if I have something to do? These are all spontaneously transmitted to the Internet by netizens from all over the world." Han Xuan was interested in checking Anya's photos, took the computer from her hand, and continued to browse. He could also see old photos from a few years ago. He pointed to one of the baby photos of the baby. From the purple pupils, he laughed and said, "Last year, someone spread rumors that your eyes were not purple, but only when you wore a tinted contact lens, it showed the purple effect that appeared.

To refute those remarks, I called your mother and asked her for photos of you when you were a child. She was so cute at that time and was wearing diapers."

The last sentence successfully angered Anya. She was so angry that she reached out to block the screen and said louder, "You are not allowed to look at this picture!"

"Okay okay, you were beautiful when you were a child, and you won at the starting line as soon as you were born, and you were far behind other women."

Han Xuan continued: "I have been together for so long, what's so shy about you? Don't you know that I will never forget you? It's useless to block it, I can imagine it."

“…

Some photos are ugly.

Sometimes they took photos of me, and I actually knew that there were so many, many of them taking photos with you.

This is our swimming on the beach in Pisces Island in Maldives, this is at the Plaza de Concorde in Paris, and this is your company's annual meeting. I was so young at that time."

"It's almost the same expression, why don't you smile more?

It seems that we don’t need to make photo albums for souvenirs, so we can just search online in the future, and the materials are very rich.

I really don’t want to see when I was a child, such as this one, when I attended the premiere of "This Killer Is Not Cold". I was a little bit old, but I was wearing a suit. I don’t know what I was thinking at that time. This was a stupid decision and looked so stupid."

He said silly, but his expression was smiling. The two people's names were closely linked. When searching for Anya, many photos of Han Xuan appeared, even the photos of him who had just gone to Brown University in Rhode Island, full of memories.

It took more than twenty minutes to see the photos. During this period, the two of them kept chatting with smiles and recalling what happened behind the photos. Old Butler Elner gave them rose tea. He accidentally heard the chat content and sighed deeply.

Two children who were just over teenagers actually said that they were old. This was a huge blow to him, who had already buried the soil on his neck. He walked to the fish tank where three top-quality arowana fish were raised alone, and rubbed the glass while feeling melancholy...

After quitting the Destiny Gallery, Han Xuan helped to retrieve the content of this exhibition. The first one was news about the exhibition. Internet technology is changing with each passing day, and the Internet speed is no longer so slow that he wants to hit his head against the wall.

Click on the news to view the content. There are not so many messy news on the web page now, which is quite concise and clear. When he saw the first oil painting, Han Xuan was stunned and his eyes gradually widened.

He saw a cartoon character with the image of Guan Er Ge, riding on a fat rabbit. The box next to his mouth said, "Kill!!"

"My God"

Han Xuan continued to see the second oil painting and murmured in a daze, he finally understood the theme of Anya's creation this time 8)
Chapter completed!