What is it that attracts Qi Yuwei? Or is Qi Yuwei too curious?

She suddenly wanted to see what else was inside besides the gift boxes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of the boxes is wooden and beautiful. Thick, it's a bit heavy to pick up.

Qi Yuwei put the box down, and the buttons on it were unbuttoned, and it was a drawer-like package. When the drawer was opened, there was a commemorative book-like thing inside.

What is this?

Qi Yuwei's heart was a little thumping.

Looking at Huajin's things like this, isn't it a bit of a thief?

Think the other way around, in the trunk of a car!

Important, confidential things, who would casually put them in the trunk? Of course, they are all unimportant things!

I'm just curious.

Qi Yuwei opened the commemorative book.

I opened it casually, and inside it were lines of beautiful words.

Qi Yuwei had never seen Hua Jin's writing. Is this the word of Huajin?

The flow of clouds and water is general, and it is a very beautiful word!

Qi Yuwei's hands trembled a little. Are you peeking at other people's secrets?

It can't be a diary or something.

Qi Yuwei wanted to put it down quickly. But let's take a look. At least let's see if it's a log.

Qi Yuwei flipped the page casually.

"Oh," she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a poem! not a journal.

Does Hua Jin like to read poetry, or write poetry? Or did someone else write it and give it to him?

Qi Yuwei looked at it, what is that poem about?

……

"Tonight, I'm thinking of you,

Thinking of a strange you.

The theme of Chongyang is long-lasting,

And I, on the other hand, was thinking about the theme of love!

The wind has come from me,

Then it departed like the wind.

All my cares are like the moonlight,

I miss you, but I can't take it with me.

How do I judge myself,

In this elusive solar term.

Joy or boundless sorrow,

It's all in your hands.

The cup is filled with incomparably luscious wine,

But there is a gloom that cannot be dissipated in the wine.

The psalmist said that concern is a kind of beauty,

I want to say that without you, life would have turned into frustration.

……

It seems to be a love poem written during the Double Ninth Festival.

Hua Jin is missing a girl.

He seems to have fallen out of love?

Haha, you also have today?

No way. Don't gloat. This is not a good quality.

No matter who it is, even if it is a casual person like Hua Jin, his feelings are worthy of respect. After all, for a person, whether it is a man or a woman, as long as there is affection in the heart, it is lovely.

It seems that Hua Jin likes this girl very much.

"A girl like the wind?"

"Strange to you?"

"What the hell?"

Qi Yuwei didn't dare to look any further.

It's something that's private. Take it with you, and if you have a little emotion, you can recall, be sad, or feel sad yourself.

Sometimes people like to enjoy pain.

People like Hua Jin have lived too happily in their lives. So find some pain to kill yourself.

Where is like Qi Yuwei, a handful of mud and a handful of water, suffering has long made her a steel and iron skeleton! Even if she loses such an unforgettable love, forget it.

Whoever leaves, I, Qi Yuwei, can live well!

……

Qi Yuwei put her things away, closed the trunk, and locked the car door. Then he came back quickly, opened the room, and boiled water for Huajin to make tea.

"Are there any other uncomfortable feelings?" Qi Yuwei asked.

"It's okay!" Hua Jin was still frowning, his head resting on the pillow and thinking about it.

Qi Yuwei took out the tea leaves, made a little tea, and brought it to Hua Jin.

Hua Jin tasted it and reproached and said:

"You're really capable, too. Good tea, you make it taste like this! Can you still drink it?"