In the villa.

Wu Zeqing put the flowers on the table.

Zhang Ye went up, "I'll help you put it, where to put it?"

Wu Zeqing said: "No, let's eat first, find a vase for a while, if you can't hold it, you can only put it like this, and put it in the yard." ”

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "You're still popular." ”

"It's all from friends and old colleagues. She said.

Zhang Ye asked, "Uh, are they all chasing you?"

Wu Zeqing brought the milk over and said indifferently: "Then I don't know." ”

Come on, fools can see it, don't you know?

As soon as Zhang Ye saw it, he began to step on them, "What do you say about this foreigner's festival, this atmosphere is very bad." ”

"Sit down and eat. Wu Zeqing smiled, "Western Festival, the eldest sister is not enough." ”

Zhang Ye slapped the table lightly, "That's right, what kind of chocolate, roses, it's completely a bad atmosphere, and it should be resolutely resisted, you look at last year's Thanksgiving Day, hey, many people in the Republic are very tossed, and some public figures also post Weibo everywhere, thankful for this and thanksgiving for that, what do you say? How did Lao Mei's Thanksgiving come about? It was the Indians who helped them in the first place, and Lao Mei set up this festival in order to thank the Indians, and our country is grateful! ”

Wu Zeqing smiled, "You're quite excited." ”

"It's not me who stomps on them, it's really not me who stomps on Sister Wu. Zhang Ye actually stepped on the shout, "These atmospheres are too unbearable!"

Wu Zeqing nodded slightly, "I shouldn't advocate it." ”

For breakfast, Zhang Ye despised these people from beginning to end, and made these people feel cold, this is not the end, and in the end, he has to step into the mud a few times!

After the meal, another courier arrived.

As soon as Wu Zeqing took it out after signing it, it was a piece of calligraphy and wrote a poem.

You are the mortal beauty Chang'e.

It's singing and dancing, but it's also the heart.

I ride the wind and waves, and you are at the helm.

The most beautiful is not the passing clouds.

When love is strong, it doesn't take much.

Zhang Ye understood at a glance, "Hidden head poems?"

The first words are connected together, you are my favorite? Phew! Down-stream! It's just too low-stream! Zhang Ye snorted hard in his heart and directly qualified him!

Wu Zeqing shook his head with a light smile, didn't say anything, put away the rice paper, and put it aside.

Zhang Ye stepped on it again and said: "This is a person from the Calligraphy Association? The characters are okay, but the level of this poem is ...... It's very ordinary, it's just a trick, and there is no technical content. ”

Didi, Wu Zeqing's mobile phone text message rang, and Lao Wu picked it up and took a look.

Zhang Ye secretly glanced at it, but he didn't see it clearly, but in terms of typography, it seems to be another poem, it seems that everyone knows that Wu Zeqing likes calligraphy and poetry, this is what he likes, I want to express my heart on Valentine's Day, and I look forward to hugging the beauty!

Lao Wu handed over the phone, "What does this poem mean?" ”

"Hey, I'll take a look at it for you. Zhang Yexin said that this is his old business, so naturally he didn't say anything, took a look, and said: "It's a hidden poem again, and this one is hidden deeply." ”

Wu Zeqing asked, "Tibetan characters?"

Zhang Ye snorted, took it and said:

"The days are long and the nights are short, and there are a few sorrows—the months. ”

"There is no mouth in the high place, and a few people come--bright. ”

"One person roams the grasslands - generation. ”

"Ten Men with long feet and a cloak -- watch. ”

"The swan has spread its wings, and the bird has flown - me. ”

"There is no point in cooking wine with a white spoon. ”

"There is a hook and three points of rain in the spare - the heart. ”

Connected, the moon represents my heart.

This kind of Tibetan poetry is not serious literature, sometimes it is more far-fetched in order to get together, the words are not so clear, and there are many loopholes, no wonder Wu Zeqing didn't understand it at first glance. There are quite a lot of this kind of poems in Zhang Ye's world, so he knows it at a glance.

Wu Zeqing smiled, "You know a lot about this?"

Zhang Ye said: "I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it, this kind of poetry is all small doors, and it can't be on the stage, and I haven't studied it carefully, but I definitely know more than them." "He stepped on Lao Wu's suitors again, and the buddies didn't dare to do it, but you confessed one by one?

Shameless!

Do you still have humanity you!

Zhang Ye is very angry and anxious, looking at Lao Wu's calm appearance, it is estimated that he will receive these things every year, it is estimated that the number of people chasing her will not be less than ten, this is estimated to be less, Lao Wu is in his thirties, he is not married and has no children, it stands to reason that her family should also urge, right? Lao Wu should also be a little anxious, right? This situation is the most dangerous! Don't let any of her tendons loosen, and run away after listening to someone's sweet words, that Zhang Ye has the heart to cry, so he is very anxious!

Lao Wu went to find a vase.

Zhang Ye followed her to fiddle with the flowers, and said tentatively: "Sister Wu, there are so many people chasing you, you haven't seen it?"

Wu Zeqing said: "People are not chasing me, they are all friends, have fun." ”

"You...... Don't you plan to start a family?" Zhang Ye asked boldly.

Wu Zeqing looked at him, "Why are you asking?"

Zhang Ye sneered, "Hey, it's just curiosity, curiosity." ”

She said casually: "Of course I have to get married, but I haven't met the right one yet, hehe, what's the matter?

"Ahem, it's not. Zhang Ye said.

She said, "Okay, the flowers are ready." ”

Zhang Ye said: "...... Well. ”

She walked ahead, "Let's go, go upstairs and take a look at your new chapter, I'm looking forward to it." ”

"Done. Zhang Ye followed, "If you still want to read it after reading it, I will continue to write, and strive to write six more chapters today." ”

Upstairs.

Old Wu boudoir.

After Wu Zeqing came in, he turned on the computer, sat down, and started to connect to the Internet, while Zhang Ye pulled a chair on the side and sat down, and his heart was still at war.

Lao Wu landed on the meager first, "It's really lively today." ”

Zhang Ye also looked at it, all the Internet was confessional, there were couples who proposed, there were secret love confessions, and even celebrities showed happiness and affection, and scandals continued, at least two public figures have been photographed by reporters dating a mysterious woman or a mysterious man on Valentine's Day. Wu Zeqing's Weibo is also very lively, although it's just that Lao Wu is not a public figure, so there is no fan attention, which is not very conspicuous, but Zhang Ye is concerned, and when he saw several people on her Weibo confessing with Tibetan poems, he was angry!

A Weibo certification is Han Henian, a high mathematics teacher at Peking University, who even played with the text, and copied a poem from somewhere, @Wu Zeqing on Weibo.

I leaned against the window and thought about it.

The rain sprinkled beaded curtains.

Dancing and dancing.

You smile like a flower fairy.

The first word is connected together, I like you.

Of course, the people don't care about these, everyone pays attention to the stars, but Wu Zeqing's friends and colleagues and students from Peking University are all onlookers.

A female student exclaimed, "Wow! Teacher Han confessed!"

An associate professor from the Department of Physics of Peking University also smiled and sent his blessings, "I wish Xiao Han a beautiful return, come on." ”

Zhang Ye's colleague, Su Na from the Chinese Department, also came to join in the fun, "Hee-hee, Teacher Han's courage is commendable, give you praise, Principal Wu heard that he is going to be transferred, come on." ”

Peking University students also shouted everything.

"Ah, Principal Wu is mine!"

"Poof, you're upstairs, you're so bold!"

"Woo, I like Principal Wu too, when I graduate and work, if Principal Wu is not married, I have to pursue it, Khan, although I know that Principal Wu will definitely not look down on me!"

"Tears! Principal Wu is my goddess!"

"I've also had a crush on Principal Wu for three years!"

"Principal Wu, I love you too!"

"You guys, our age, it's impossible. ”

"Yes, to be honest, Mr. Han Henian, who is still a high math, is a little bit better with Principal Wu, at least the grade is about the same, and Mr. Han is also quite handsome. ”

"I didn't expect Mr. Han to teach high mathematics, and his writing is so good!

"Together!"

"Together!"

"Let's be together!"

Some male students were jealous, and some people blessed and coaxed.

"Principal Wu is so popular!"

"Yes, you see, a lot of people have confessed!"

There is a middle-aged person who is certified by Weibo as a member of the National Writers Association, and he also "flirted" with Wu Zeqing on Weibo, this person is quite famous, he is engaged in literary research, he should know Wu Zeqing, he may have crossed paths at work, he has just divorced and has a child.

He sent a poem to Wu Zeqing:

The tree opened its eyes.

Sleep in the kid's house.

A little lack of conscience.

Sunset remnant rabbit edge.

It is also a Tibetan character, and a few sentences represent four words respectively - seeing each other and hating each other.

The middle-aged man of this writer's association is still relatively subtle, too, at such an old age, he probably can't say it if he shouts a meaty word of love and love, so it is also reflected in the poem, it is just a simple hint, but the meaning of love is self-evident.

As soon as these poems came out, some other people may also be anxious, seeing so many people blatantly confessing in front of everyone, those people couldn't sit still and came. Because Lao Wu's circle is here, she has engaged in propaganda, education, and is also in charge of the Chinese Department at Peking University, or a person from the Calligraphy Association, and most of the people she knows are in contact with this circle, these people can't do anything else, and it's no problem to get some poetry.

Poetry is all over the sky!

A glimmer of love leads to a white head.

Thoughts and sorrows.

Don't blame me for being infatuated.

I see you always in dreams.

If you and I are destined.

Separated from the mountains and rivers.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom in March.

The fruit is the sweetest after autumn.

The usual Tibetan poems, not seen for a day as if every other autumn.

One after another, wave after wave, there are too many people who confess to Wu Zeqing, as if they are coaxing, as if they are competing, they all depend on who is stronger than whom, and they all depend on who can win the favor of the beauties.

"What's going on today?"

"Wow, are you chasing Principal Wu?"

"I don't know who Principal Wu will choose!"

"Looking forward to it. ”

"I'm too interested. ”

"Sister Wu, pick one, hehe, you're not too young. ”

The onlookers and Lao Wu's friends continued to pay attention.

……

Home.

Wu Zeqing smiled and shook his head.

Zhang Ye stared at her next to her and finished reading it, this is called angry, I was so irritable, and finally I couldn't help it, "Sister Wu." ”

"Huh?" she tilted her head.

Zhang Ye hesitated, "What, I'll do it, you ......"

Wu Zeqing said gently: "If you have something to say, what's wrong?"

Zhang Ye gritted his back molars, thinking that if he didn't open his mouth again, he might really have no chance in his life, reduce the difficulty of the dice by five times, give me strength! Zhang Ye took a deep breath, didn't dodge anymore, looked at Wu Zeqing's eyes and said, "Don't bother with them, you can be my girlfriend!"

Depend on!

Finally, it's said!

After saying this, Zhang Ye was not nervous anymore, and looked serious.

Wu Zeqing smiled, "You, like them, what kind of coaxing." ”

Zhang Ye blushed and said with a rough neck: "Hey, what do you mean by coaxing, I'm very strict Sister Wu." ”

Wu Zeqing smiled, "I didn't see it." ”

Zhang Ye let it go, "Just say yes or no." “

"You like me?" she glanced into Zhang Ye's eyes.

Zhang Ye didn't hesitate at all, "Yes." ”

Wu Zeqing said calmly: "The eldest sister will leave her post soon, this time she is going to the south, and her work will definitely not be easy, and she may not be able to come back once a year." ”

Zhang Ye immediately said: "I don't care if I can't see it, and I can also go to you, it won't take long for the plane to go back and forth, besides, even if you don't come back for a year or five years, I can wait, distance is not a problem, Sister Wu, I'm really serious." ”

She asked, "Why do you like me?"

Zhang Ye said: "No reason, I just like it." ”

She asked again, "...... How much do you like it?"

Thinking of Wu Zeqing's gentleness and thoughtfulness, thinking of her respect and unconditional support for herself, such a good girlfriend is really hard to find in eight lifetimes, why do you like her, do you still need to ask?

Like?

How much do I like you?

Zhang Ye looked at him and whispered a Zen that this world doesn't have:

"I want to be a stone bridge. ”

"Weathered by five hundred years of winds. ”

"Five hundred years of sun exposure. ”

"Five hundred years of rain hitting. ”

"Just ask for ...... You walk over the bridge. ”

How much do you like it?

As soon as the world-famous "Stone Bridge Zen" by Zhang Ye came out, Wu Zeqing's eyes immediately changed and he was stunned!

Five hundred years of wind blowing?

Five hundred years of sun exposure?

500 Years ...... Rain hitting?

Compared with the Tibetan poems sent by those who pursue Lao Wu, Zhang Ye's "Shiqiao Zen" is obviously countless grades higher than them, it is no longer at the same level, not only is it not at the same level in terms of content and literature, but it is also impossible to compare with the above and the strength!

There are no sweet words!

There is no promise oath!

But the feelings in this Zen poem are more amazing than any verbal confession! After 500 years of suffering, I just want one to go through?

Wu Zeqing closed his eyes and opened them again, "Are you serious?"

Zhang Ye said: "There is no more serious time than today!"

After about a few seconds of silence, Wu Zeqing hummed, "Okay." ”

"Okay?" Zhang Ye was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Wu Zeqing smiled, "Aren't you going to fall in love with your eldest sister?" ”