After driving for more than 20 minutes, Yang Zijian rode into a newly built commercial street, which was clean and tidy, with fashionable shops such as "Huanzi", "Guomao", "Giordano", "Parknshop" and "McDonald's", but there were obviously not many customers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as they entered the door, a beautiful waitress very enthusiastically led them to a small cubicle to sit down, where they were decorated with warm colors of orange and goose yellow, and green plants such as Jianlan, evergreen, and spider plants were placed on the windowsill, cabinet top, and table.

After a while, the waiter brought two cups of coffee and put them on the small table according to Wang Yun's request.

Wang Yun already knew that Yang Zijian was an omnivore, he could basically eat anything, he was not taboo about anything, and he was very good at feeding, so he ordered five dishes and one soup plus fruit juice drinks on the menu according to his preferences.

Yang Zijian looked left and right, there was actually an air conditioner here, and when he was blown by the air conditioner, the heat of his bicycle riding along the way was quickly blown away, but the sweat condensed on his face, back and armpits, which was a little sticky and uncomfortable.

"This is where my mother often takes me here," Wang Yun said with a smile, handing over a tissue, "However, this is the first time I've come here in a school uniform, and the student costumes always feel a little out of place with the atmosphere here." ”

Yang Zijian looked at the fashionably dressed customers around him, and he was indeed a little awkward, he asked a little embarrassed: "It's very expensive to consume here!" ”

Wang Yun glanced at him and said, "Today is still my treat--in fact, my living habits are more like my father's, I like to be pragmatic and simple." It was also the first time I had come here with someone other than my mother, because today is a very important day. ”

Yang Zijian understood, took out the paper bag, first took out a bouquet of flowers that was quite fresh, five or six strings of red, small daisies, and allium orchids put together, wrapped them in pale yellow government lattice paper, and gave it to her: "Happy birthday." ”

Of course, Wang Yun knew where these flowers came from, and took them with a smile: "Thank you." ”

Then, Yang Zijian handed over the exquisite notebook with both hands and said: "I wish you a day every year, and a future every year!" I wish you eternal longevity and longevity! ”

Wang Yun's eyes lit up, and she quickly took it, the notebook was nothing, probably only three or five yuan a copy - of course, she didn't care about the value of the gift, but the intention inside, so she opened the cover, and immediately saw Yang Zijian's poem "The World's Farthest Distance" written to her personally on the title page.

"The farthest distance in the world

-- I wish Wang Yun a happy birthday and eternal age

The farthest distance in the world,

Not the distance between trees,

but branches that grow from the same root,

But they can't cling to each other in the wind.

The farthest distance in the world,

Not a trajectory between the stars,

But even though the trajectories intersect,

But in an instant, there is nowhere to be found.

The farthest distance in the world,

is the distance between the bird and the fish,

One in the day,

One dives deep to the bottom of the sea.

The farthest distance in the world,

Not life and death,

But I stand before you,

You don't know I like you! ”

The content of the poem is fresh and timeless, and it is clear at a glance, when Wang Yun chanted softly, he felt a little sentimental and a little sad, just like all Yang Zijian's works, always a little negative and depressed, until she read the last sentence, the heartstrings "popped" and vibrated violently-

"The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I am standing in front of you, and you don't know that I like you!" She chanted repeatedly, a kind of sadness and ecstasy collided with each other, is this Yang Zijian's confession? Is this true? These words were like lightning, like thunder, and this hopeless sorrow of infatuation instantly pierced her soul.

Her whole body was light and fluttering, as if she was wandering outside the clouds, floating in the bottomless sea of clouds, the joy of abundance wrapped her like a clear lake, and happiness and joy bathed her like the morning sun.

"Thank you, this is the best poem I have ever read, no less than Wang Guozhen's work, and it is deeper and more touching!" Wang Yun held the notebook to his chest, his eyes were full of water, and he looked at Yang Zijian with affection, "Actually, Zijian, I know your mind!" ”

Yang Zijian smiled dryly: "As long as you like it, I'm relieved." ”

Wang Yun was serious, his face was crimson, and he kicked Yang Zijian from under the table with his toes, and said with a little stuttering: "But, Zijian, we are students, we, we have to maintain a pure ......" She groaned like a mosquito, "Pure love to the college entrance examination...... We can't be distracted, middle school students are not allowed to fall in love, not to mention that I am a class cadre, so I have to lead by example...... However, we can have a platonic spiritual communion......"

Yang Zijian hurriedly interrupted: "I understand, everything is done according to your wishes, as long as you like it, I am willing to do anything." ”

Wang Yun was very relieved by Yang Zijian's reasonableness, the corners of his mouth smirked, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Yang Zijian was a little uncomfortable, he thought he really liked Wang Yun, but not today, not at this moment.

Today he hurriedly went into battle, dealt with embarrassment, and also "borrowed" the famous poems of later generations, which was a little insincere and irresponsible, so he didn't want to "start" Wang Yun so quickly, at least when he was more famous, more confident, and had a certain economic strength, he showed love to her, hugged her into his arms, and loved her in every way.

At this time, the waiter brought the dishes, sweet and sour pork ribs, casserole beef, anchovy white shrimp, dry fried cauliflower, shiitake mushroom rape, and a large pot of healthy bone broth.

Yang Zijian drooled when he saw it, he studied hard in the morning, and rode a bicycle with a beautiful girl for more than 20 minutes, his stomach was already hungry, he looked at Wang Yun pitifully and said: "Lovely birthday star, longevity savior, can we have dinner?" ”

Wang Yun pursed his lips and smiled, his beautiful eyes flowed, looking charming, and he snorted coquettishly: "I know how to eat, the soil is rustic, and there is no interest at all!" Alright, alright, let's eat! ”

Since the birthday star agreed, what is polite, Yang Zijian is like flying knives and chopsticks, forks and spoons, dealing with delicious food like a wind sweeping leaves, and soon his stomach is half full, and then his physical strength recovers a little,

Wang Yun eats very elegantly, which is completely different from his behavior when he was in a small fried restaurant.

In fact, the farthest distance in the world is money and identity! Yang Zijian secretly said in his heart, fortunately, this is the nineties, and the official family has not yet taken shape, otherwise he would be written as Guo Jingming and the Tang family, and he would not be able to touch the little finger of the real family celebrity.

Then, while eating vegetables, Yang Zijian chatted with Wang Yun about the literary club and the journal, because of Yang Zijian's fame, plus the lead printing of the journal, the whole school students submitted a lot of contributions, as well as the manuscripts of the members, Yang Zijian's requirements for the amount of manuscripts have already been reached, the first issue of the 16 pages is 15 pages, a total of 30 prose sketches and 10 poems.