"Didn't go to class today?" Cheng Wenjin was not used to talking to people condescendingly, and when he saw that there was an empty chair next to Wang Bo, he pointed with his finger, "Don't you mind if I sit next to you?" Cheng Wenjin said to the boy in front of him with a smile.

"Aunt Cheng, you sit!" Wang Bo hurriedly leaned over and pulled the chair next to him away. While pulling out the chair, he didn't forget to close the notebook on the table with his other hand, and said to Cheng Wenjin, "Most of today's class is over." In the second class in the afternoon, my stomach was a little uncomfortable, so I asked for leave and came out to buy some Huoxiang Zhengqi water. Thinking that the time is still early, it can't be wasted, Aunt Cheng, you are quiet here, it is a good place to study, so I just rode here by bike. ”

Cheng Wenjin looked at the little guy's "small actions" in front of him quietly, and was even more sure that the other party came to the library today not to do business.

"Thank you!" Cheng Wenjin thanked Wang Bo and sat on the chair that Wang Bo pulled out for her. After Wang Bo saw the "future mother-in-law" sit down, he sat down.

Wang Bo's move of being a few seconds slower made Cheng Wenjin nod secretly, and her good impression of the little guy in front of her deepened a little, and it also strengthened her plan to put on a good "shelf" of the elders today and lead the other party from the "wrong way" to the "right path".

"Then is your stomach better now?" Cheng Wenjin asked with a smile, not wanting to expose the other party's lies as soon as he came.

"Much better. Thank you Aunt Cheng for your concern. Wang Bo nodded, and his face did not change. As he spoke, his eyes naturally glanced at Cheng Wenjin a few times. I saw that the other party was still wearing the small suit and pencil pants that they wore when they met last time, but the color was changed from black to navy blue. The hairstyle on the head has also changed. Wang Bo remembered that last time the other party used a black hair bun to form a ball, and now it was tied into a bun, and two hairpins like chopsticks, one red and one blue, crossed and pierced. It is both simple and refreshing, which makes Wang Bo inexplicably think of the word "postmodern", which has a strong academic taste.

Because the hair is pulled high, the neck naturally shines out. The other party's neck is slender and fair, like the neck of a white swan. The skin is also delicate, smooth and does not show any wrinkles. Collarbone. Between the neck, several tiny, pale blue veins are faintly visible. It also sets off the flawless whiteness of his skin. A small golden necklace surrounds it, and the lower part is submerged into the central placket under the action of gravity, bringing people infinite reverie.

"Damn! I can't control my eyes. Start looking east and west. The other party is Xiaoya's mother!" Wang Bo scolded himself secretly, quickly withdrew his habitual gaze, looked at his nose and nose, and sat up.

Cheng Wenjin saw that the big boy in front of him, who was taller than himself, opened his eyes and said nonsense, he was amused, but he didn't say anything. She has long learned the other party's ability to lie and tell the truth, and her face is not red and her heart is not beating. Not too surprisingly.

"Okay. It's winter now. Pay attention to the warmth and cold of food, and it is best not to eat anything too cold. Otherwise, it is easy to have diarrhea. Cheng Wenjin followed Wang Bo's words.

"Auntie is right! I was thirsty at noon today and drank half a cup of herbal tea. That's probably why you have an upset stomach. Wang Bo also said on the snake stick.

Cheng Wenjin's heart wanted to laugh again, and he was "extremely impressed" by the ability to open his mouth to the other party's lies, and almost wanted to applaud. Cheng Wenjin glanced at Wang Bo's notebook, and said casually: "Wang Bo, are you writing...... Diary?"

"No, Aunt Cheng. I haven't kept a diary since I was in high school, so I don't have that much time. Didn't I tell you last time that I was going to write science fiction. I started writing last Sunday and have now written more than 10,000 words. Today, I encountered several technical problems in the process of writing, and I needed to come to the library to check the materials. After checking the information, I suddenly found that the reading room was a pretty good place, quiet, and you can check the information at any time, so I stayed and continued to write for a while. Wang Bo said truthfully, and as he spoke, he turned over the three reference books on the table.

Cheng Wenjin looked at the movements of Wang Bo's hand, and saw a book on the top, which was a popular science book about cosmology.

Is this little guy really writing a novel?

Cheng Wenjin was surprised. Since the last time she saw Wang Bo and his tablemate Liao Xiaoqing in the reading room, she thought that this little guy the size of her own daughter came to the library just to sell dog meat on a sheep's head, and the beautiful female classmate in his class was real, and the information was false, including the first time she saw him just now, she also thought that the other party was writing love letters for further pursuit of female classmates or something.

Cheng Wenjin, like her daughter Liang Ya, has seen and received countless love letters in her life, and the contents and themes of the love letters are also varied, varied, and written in a lofty manner, at most they are nothing more than some kind of landslide and earth crack, what kind of sea is rotten, and what kind of ends of the earth is like the ends of the earth, but I have not heard of anyone sublimating the little thing between men and women to the "solar system", the "galaxy" system, and even the entire "universe." "To the point of that!

Is this little guy really writing a novel?

Cheng Wenjin once again had a question in his heart.

"Wang Bo, then can you show the things you are currently writing to your aunt to appreciate and appreciate?" Cheng Wenjin thought about it, and finally couldn't suppress his curiosity, looked at the notebook that Wang Bo closed, and said to Wang Bo.

"Not yet, Aunt Cheng!" Wang Bo smiled, "I haven't finished writing yet." It's about three days away. When I'm done writing and correcting it, I'll bring it to you and get it right. ”

Wang Bo's words made Cheng Wenjin, who just felt that he had misunderstood the other party, become suspicious again, thinking that the little guy was using delaying tactics, three days later, in case the other party couldn't disappear, even if he mentioned today's incident in the future, the other party would come to an excuse such as "I was not satisfied with the writing, it has been burned", and today's lie will be fully completed. And with her understanding of this little guy's adaptability, if the other party wants to do it, he must have this kind of "wit".

Thinking like this, Cheng Wenjin had the urge to reach out and grab the notebook that was closed by the other party just an arm's length away. She knew that with just one move, she could immediately verify how good the little guy in front of her was in what she said to herself today.

However, with Cheng Wenjin's upbringing, of course he would not do such a faux pas. Seeing that the little guy didn't want to show it to her now, he didn't force it, and said with a smile: "Okay! After you finish the manuscript in a few days, Auntie will read your masterpiece!"

"It's not a big deal, Aunt Cheng! It's just a small article that I use to pass the time when I'm bored, and it may not be able to get into your eyes!" Wang Bo began to be "shy".

Since it is impossible to determine that the other party is writing a love letter for the time being, Cheng Wenjin is not good at using this as a breakthrough for her to persuade the other party to "change the evil and return to the right" and "turn back to the shore". She suddenly thought of the "Great Gatsby" that she had returned to the bookshelf just now, and remembered that Wang Bo had strongly recommended it to her, so Cheng Wenjin felt a kind of desire to talk to the other party about this novel that brought her great reverie, and a lot of sighs and regrets, as if she had made a gorgeous long dream.

"Wang Bo, I've finished watching "The Great Gatsby" you recommended to me last time. It is indeed a rare novel that can be called 'great'. Can you talk to your aunt about how you felt when you read this book?"

Cheng Wenjin's words made Wang Bo's eyes light up, and there was clearly an unexpected surprise.

"You've finished reading Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby, Aunt Cheng?"

"Well, I just finished reading it today. I feel a lot, I want to share it with you, who has also read this book, don't you mind?" Cheng Wenjin suddenly winked playfully at Wang Bo.

"It's my pleasure, Aunt Cheng. Wang Bo nodded, his face humble, but the excitement that came out of his heart was like a volcanic eruption, fast and intense. The last time he recommended this book to the other party, it was just a coincidence, and he said it casually, and he didn't expect the other party to actually read the book.

However, what he didn't expect was that the other party really went to read this book, and he felt a lot, and wanted to share the "feeling after reading" of this book with him! For Wang Bo at this time, the surprise and excitement in his heart were no less than buying a lottery ticket and winning the jackpot.

Aunt Cheng, Aunt Cheng, if you want to talk to me about "War and Peace", "Anna Karenina", "Red and Black" and so on, I really can't talk about anything significant, but "The/Great/Gatsby"? Do you want to talk about the book's place in the history of American literature and world literature, or do you want to talk about the drunken banquets and extravagant pomp of American high society in the 20s? Or do you want to know what "Jazz/Age" or "The/Lost/Generation" is?

Or do you want to gossip about the tragic fate of the handsome Fitzgerald and his beautiful wife Zelda?

In this regard, "your son-in-law" is quite looking forward to it! )