Chapter 364: I Like You to Be Silent

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Cheng Xiaoyu spent another day without being shocked, he is now a dangerous element in the school that most girls smell and change, as if Cheng Xiaoyu sweeps their eyes with their own perspective function, and they must cover the **** tightly to resist.

Only Duanmu Linsha maintained a consistent attitude towards Cheng Xiaoyu, but she was quite happy to see Cheng Xiaoyu's current embarrassing situation. Duanmu Linsha herself has inadvertently become the center of the class, and was recommended to join the student union as an officer, she does not refuse to enrich her life experience, and she will not refuse to contact all kinds of interesting people. It doesn't matter how many friends she has, as long as you don't overly enthusiastic about her, she will be happy to communicate with her and help out as much as she can.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know that these days, Mu Linsha was pestering her uncle, Dong Qingyun, the director of SH Radio and Television, every day, asking for justice to Xia Shamo, and Dong Qingyun was also entangled by this niece who was loved by him, so he had no choice but to help ask.

When Cheng Xiaoyu went to the library in the evening and passed by Pei Yanchen, she heard her muttering softly, "Someone wrote a haiku as a love poem, I'm afraid that I can't write a love poem without love in my heart!"

After Cheng Xiaoyu heard this, he was silent, and after he finished translating the moral education magazine "Gramophone" in a long silence, he went to the library to search for Nie Nuda, and sure enough, he did not find this modern poet in the computer.

So he returned to his place, pulled out a stave and began to write "I Like You Silence".

I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared.

You listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you.

As if your eyes have flown away,

Like a kiss that seals your mouth.

It's like all things fill my soul

You emerge from things. Fill my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams,

You are like the word sorrow.

I love that you're silent. It's as if you're far away.

As if you were lamenting, the whispers of your butterflies like the call of a dove.

You listen to me from afar. And my voice can't reach you:

Let me be silent for your silence.

And let me take your brightness as a lamp,

It's as simple as a ring of silence to talk to you.

You are like the night, silent and full of stars.

Your silence is the silence of the stars, as distant and real as that.

I like that you're silent, as if you're gone,

Distant and sad, as if you were dead.

At that time, one word. A smile is enough.

And I'm going to be happy, happy because it's not real.

In order to be more beautiful, Cheng Xiaoyu's version is a synthesis of the two versions of the translation of his own change, after writing Cheng Xiaoyu felt that he was a literary youth, copying poetry in this way seemed to be a bit too out of style, but he especially liked Nie Nuda's poem, because it was very suitable for his mood at the moment, and even he felt that this poem must be written in such an atmosphere to be written.

But Cheng Xiaoyu was still uneasy, so he racked his brains and wrote a poem himself. Although it is unsatisfactory, it is not plagiarized. He wrote this passage of his own, although it was not all a good one. But he felt that he had fully expressed his tangled feelings, which made him feel a kind of self-release and found balance, and also made him feel a kind of straightforward expression of happiness and satisfaction.

Against the backdrop of chaos, between the steps of one hundred and ninety-nine, I see you

Those who haven't yet come out of your lips and teeth are as clean as the color of blush

You are wearing the same cold clothes and have a warm smile, which makes me suddenly shy

In fact, I can write the saddest love poems tonight, such as "The night sky is full of stars, and the blue stars tremble in the distance." The wind at night swirls in the air. Sing. ”

But I don't want to be so hypocritical and don't make up sentences. Don't trade with dreams, don't be touched by time, joy and adversity

I want to sue you. About my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart.

I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.

There are more women like you in this world, how reasonable it should be for people who are promiscuous

Though there is a night of milky ways and eighty-eight keys between me and you, how safe the distance is

It was as if the snowy plateau that I couldn't reach was perfect in my imagination

Now your fingers have touched my pupils, and thoughts have woken up like a drop of dew

Maybe I'll get you, and while kissing you, I've lost a green grass from my childhood

You sit silently in the corner, and to a mortal like me, you are prey

Or one of the prey, like those admirers, I am a fox or a wolf, and not necessarily kinder

I will defile you as an accomplice in this world, just like them

And in the heart of the greatness of hunting, in the name of beauty

But I vaguely hope that after that, you will have a hard essence and bloom again from the bloody bones

Cheng Xiaoyu carefully looked at the text on the two pages of stave, there were no mistakes or omissions, it was not too early to see the time, so he sandwiched them between the translated manuscripts, and when he passed by Pei Yanchen's desk, he handed the magazine to Pei Yanchen along with the translated manuscript and the two pages of love poems and said, "After the translation, you can take it back to the school team." ”

Pei Yanchen took it and said, "Oh." ”

Two people don't need to say "goodbye", just a natural separation, this kind of communication that is out of the ordinary, there is a tacit understanding that can only be formed for a long time that is difficult to shape, as if a piece of music has reached the end, and the calm and slowness disappear in your eardrums so naturally.

Cheng Xiaoyu heard the "whoosh" sound of the manuscript paper turning behind him, and he wanted to sneak a peek at Pei Yanchen's demeanor when he saw the poems he wrote, but he couldn't help but didn't look back, put his hand in his pants pocket, and squeezed into the flow of people queuing up to leave the library. The library's huge four wooden doors were open to both sides, and the cool wind swished inside, and Cheng Xiaoyu walked out of the library unobtrusively in the crowd.

Usually Pei Yanchen is almost the last to walk out of the library, sitting in a small and hidden staff area, which is difficult for ordinary students to reach, but today she walked out in advance, for this girl who is already a former school flower, although everyone feels that they have been overturned off the altar, but for Pei Yanchen, she has never sat in the clouds in the past, and now she has not fallen into the dust.

In fact, no matter how many people slander on the Internet, and how the rumors in reality disturb her, the violin genius who used to keep an appropriate distance from everyone with a polite smile is still rooted in the hearts of most opera students, but now she is more difficult to approach, because her smile has turned into a withered flower, and when she meets someone she knows, she just bows her head and is silent. Most of the time she disappears from view, carefully avoiding the crowds, missing the peak, and putting herself in untouchable corners.

But today, Pei Yanchen chased Cheng Xiaoyu out of the library at the most crowded moment, and those words crashed into her heart like bullets, stirring up bright and boiling blood flowers, leaving dazzling scars. She tightened the strap of the one-shoulder canvas bag containing Cheng Xiaoyu's manuscript paper, and searched for Cheng Xiaoyu's back in the crowd with some anxiety.

And in the crowd, her waterfall hair and slender figure are like huge magnets, attracting the eyes of the surroundings, admiring, coveting, envious, and jealous all kinds of emotions and eyes clearing a small safe distance for her around her.

She saw Cheng Xiaoyu who had walked out of the library and was going down the steps, Pei Yanchen walked a few steps quickly, and the stairs were also in a hurry, and when she was about to catch up with Cheng Xiaoyu, she carefully slowed down her pace, and at the moment when she passed by Cheng Xiaoyu, she said in a subtle and inaudible voice, "Writing poetry is just a few gorgeous sentences, and the style is still a little, but if someone dares to write a love letter, I will promise to go to the party on the weekend." After finishing speaking, Pei Yanchen pressed the accelerated heartbeat, gently, and deeply inhaled the somewhat cold air, the night was dense, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the faint wood and soap on Cheng Xiaoyu's body mixed with the clear smell of the sun. The surrounding teaching buildings and various buildings have not yet turned off the lights, with street lamps and sycamores, which makes people think of the words "campus", "first love", and "beauty" at a glance.

Cheng Xiaoyu calmly said, "Oh." He added, "It's just a deal." ”

"Of course it's just 'exchange', don't get me wrong, it's just that the campus monthly magazine "Art Soul" cooperated by the library and the literary club recently needs articles, and I can't find a suitable one!" Pei Yanchen changed 'transaction' to 'exchange', and aggravated the word, she temporarily thought of a reason to hold back, which made her feel justified.

"Tomorrow to you. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't look at Pei Yanchen's unnatural expression, because he didn't mind if it was a lie.

The two walked side by side for less than a minute, and they were separated by a long distance. But this short contact also made people feel weird.

A "underwear thief", a "black/road girl", such a combination should spread what kind of stormy gossip.

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