Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info A month ago on the night, the north wind was blowing in Shanghai, it was almost ten o'clock, Confucius was tired and anxious to rush to the last subway in the effect area.

Although Confucius was wrapped in that thick tweed coat, and in this clammy southern city, she still felt a burst of cold coming, she waited for the subway in the subway hall, in order not to let the cold erode herself, she stomped her feet from time to time, and wiped her hands from time to time.

"Quack", the subway arrived at the platform on time, Confucius quickly walked into the carriage, although the carriage is not very crowded, but for Confucius Na halfway, it is still not the turn to sit down, she can only find a guard pole to lean there.

Then the subway started slowly, probably because of the cold outside. Confucius kept steaming at her hands, hot for a while, and rubbing her hands for a while.

Shortly after the subway started, there was a sudden emergency brake, and a loud "quack" broke the silence of the night.

Confucius, who was standing by the guard pole by inertia, staggered two steps, fell on a middle-aged man who was concentrating on writing on the computer, and overturned the middle-aged man's computer to the ground.

Looking at the computer that landed on the ground, and Confucius who was lying on top of him, the middle-aged man reprimanded with displeasure. What are you doing?"

Confucius Nahua got up from the man's body with a disfigured face, looked at the middle-aged man who was at a loss, and immediately apologized to the man continuously. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Of course, no one knows that she didn't mean it, and if you want to blame it, blame the subway driver who killed a thousand knives, and brake the car for some reason. You knocked over my computer, what do you think I should do?"

"I'll pay." Confucius said with a guilty face.

"You pay." The middle-aged man said disdainfully. Can you afford it?"

These words were like a bombshell exploding in the entire indifferent carriage, so that the originally indifferent eyes were all focused on the middle-aged man. They all shot at him, and at the same time seemed to cheer for Confucius, telling her not to be afraid of him.

Seriously, a brand of the best computer, not ten thousand pieces, in this city, as long as there is a job, do a month in March and May, a computer will come, so the middle-aged man despises the words, causing many people to disdain, and the middle-aged man is using the high-end brand computer Apple.

"How much, you say, I'll pay it." Confucius replied a little timidly.

Listening to Confucius's words, the middle-aged man came up with something that made the entire carriage feel inexplicable. Do you lose money on the computer, but can you lose on inspiration?"

"What inspiration?" Confucius asked inexplicably.

"The Poet's Inspiration." The middle-aged man replied to her.

"You're a poet?" Confucina looked at his bearded scum and a decadent look on his face, and couldn't help but say. Look at your scum, you really look a bit like a poet."

The middle-aged man ignored her, but bent down and began to pick up his computer, due to the inertia, the middle-aged man's computer has basically been scrapped, and the LCD screen is also broken. Brother, you've been with me for so many years, and you're finally leaving me."

"I can't live with you" Listening to these words is like a parting of life and death, which makes many people's hearts feel uncomfortable, and also makes them feel the depth of the middle-aged man's affection. I don't need you to pay for the computer, you can just help me deal with it."

"What should I do?"

"Whatever you want."

"Then I'll take it and fix it, and I'll pay you back."

"Whatever." As if everything didn't matter to him, Confucius's confusion was confused.

Then the door of the subway car "quacked" open, and people in the clouds and fog flocked out of the car, and the deserted subway platform began to become lively because of people's curiosity.