Miao Le has recently become obsessed with writing poetry, and that day she saw a picture of a very sad vignette, presumably a boy who died and lay quietly on the ground, and the girl ran to his grave in a heartbroken state and lay on the soil covering his body.

She was very sad when she saw it, picked up a pencil and immediately wrote a poem on the paper: "If there is no return, why not forget, since there is no fate, why swear, today's all kinds are like water without a trace, tonight and night, you are strange!" After reading it, she found that her behavior was very poetic, so she raised her head and suddenly chanted: "The crying is bursting into people's ears, heartbroken and tear-jerking......" Wu Xiaoge, who could still bear it, turned his head and looked at Miao Le very depressed after hearing such hypocritical and neat words: "Are you stimulated?" Miao Le touched her eyes without tears as delicately as Sister Lin, and said softly: "The life of the widow is different from yours, it is not a simple life, but full of poetry. Wen Ruojin shook his body and asked, "You don't know how to talk about poetry and distance, right?" Miao Le just wanted to nod, but he only heard Wu Xiaoge sneer: "She's long-term and improvised." ”

"I don't like to hear what you say!" Miao Le said very unhappily. Wu Xiaoge didn't care: "Do you think you write very well?" ”

"That's good!"

"Do you know why the brain is the smartest organ in the human body?" Wu Xiaoge suddenly changed his words, not only Miao Le, Wen Ruojin and Qiu Ci were also stunned, and their eyes were instantly attracted by her.

"Why?" Miao Le really asked with a blank face. The corners of Wu Xiaoge's mouth rose slightly, looking like he had already seen through the red dust, looking at everyone and smiling: "That's because it's the brain that makes this judgment!" Qiu Ci was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood that Wu Xiaoge was beating around the bush and saying that Miao Le's subjective judgment was inaccurate.

It's just that Miao Le didn't seem to understand, and asked: "So what does this have to do with me writing poetry?" Wu Xiaoge rolled her eyes at her, lowered her head and took out her mobile phone to dial a string of numbers, and after three seconds, she said with a smile: "Is my dear free now?" I want to eat crayfish, well, okay, I'll go now. Then I saw that Wu Xiaoge didn't drag the mud and water at all, changed his clothes and put on his bag, leaving Miao Le with a big and very chic back.

Miao Le obviously felt her face twitch inexplicably, she glanced at Qiu Ci, and sat on the bed with some resentment: "Do you say she's too much." ”

"Which one are you talking about?" Qiu Ci pursed his lips and asked helplessly.

"Every one." It seems that Miao Le is annoyed, and he walks with a bang, and he can't wait to kick through the wall with one kick.

Although Wu Xiaoge's temper is not delicate enough, they can all understand it, but sometimes it is really a headache, and the most important thing is that Wu Xiaoge feels that these are nothing at all, so when they get angry because of one of her actions, she doesn't react at all, because she doesn't know where she provoked you.

Qiu Ci also thought that Miao Le would restrain some poetry because of Wu Xiaoge's attitude, but what she didn't expect was that her poetry became more powerful.

Then she picked up the brush and crouched down in front of the table to write, but for a moment the white paper was densely filled with Chinese characters, but to be honest, Miao Le's brush writing is really beautiful.

The book said: The words of the son are like needles, hurt my heart, happy only love poems, often think about the ancients, so follow their words, if you are annoyed by my trip, you can also clearly say, I hope you can have read today's mistakes, the apology of the beard, and the love of the son, so do not investigate its fault, however, do not commit it again!

Seeing this, Qiu Ci gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good writing! Wen Ruojin watched disapprerovingly as Miao Le very flexibly pasted this letter on Wu Xiaoge's pillow, and then returned to her bed very calmly, and proudly raised her brilliant head.

"It's just a matter of chewing words." Wu Xiaoge still didn't come back at night, he locked the door at half past ten and it was almost ten o'clock now, according to the past, no matter how crazy Wu Xiaoge was, he wouldn't come at this point, even if he didn't come back, he would make a phone call to notify him, and now this situation is a bit abnormal.

Wen Ruojin was still very worried, picked up her mobile phone and said, "I have to call and ask, she won't come back tonight." Miao Le said disapprovingly: "She must have found that what she said today was wrong, and she was ashamed to come back to face me." ”

"Who are you when you are, Wu Xiaoge hasn't said anything, no one has been damaged, because I don't dare to come back because I'm afraid that you will be angry, this excuse can't convince me." Wen Ruojin said casually, but quickly dialed Wu Xiaoge's number in his hand.

Seeing Wen Ruojin, who was alone with him, his mind suddenly fell on other women, Miao Le couldn't help but be a little unhappy, and turned his attention to Qiu Ci, who was reading a book: "Sister, is my status really so low?" ”

"Not low, not low, in my heart you are the first." Although Qiu Ci was responding to her, his eyes kept falling on the book, and he didn't mean to look away.

Wen Ruojin frowned: "The phone can't get through." "It seems, it seems...... Something must have happened!

Qiu Ci said: "You're fighting a few more." Originally, Miao Le wanted to complain about Wu Xiaoge, but when she heard their nervous voices and felt this strange atmosphere, she was still nervous for no reason.

Wen Ruojin put down the phone and shrugged helplessly: "She hung up my phone." ”

"Wait a minute, I'll call her, she may be trying to figure out a way for me to tell her to forgive her for her mistakes." Although Miao Le said stubbornly, the movements in her hands told them that she was also worried about Wu Xiaoge.

In their minds, Wu Xiaoge is a person who will not be afraid, as if nothing can stump her, but Miao Le is the kind of person who has no heart and lungs, and nothing can enter her eyes to shake her firmness, so they Wu Xiaoge and Miao Le are quite similar at some point, maybe it is precisely because of this unreasonable resemblance that Miao Le will worry about Wu Xiaoge!

After making two phone calls, Wu Xiaoge finally connected: "Press hands-free." Wen Ruojin reminded. Miao Le nodded, as soon as she turned on the speakerphone, she heard Wu Xiaoge's ghost-like voice on the phone, fluttering: "Isn't it annoying for you to call over and over again, I can't even die of a clean point, are you kraft candy?" So clingy. As soon as the words fell, the three of them were shocked, and Miao Le hurriedly shouted: "Wu Xiaoge, where are you going to die, tell me quickly, I will record it for you and burn it for you after you die." ”

"You're sick!" Wu Xiaoge scolded.

"You're sick, death is a major event in life, only once in a lifetime, I don't make a record, I'm afraid you'll regret not seeing this scene." Miao Le said sneeringly, but everyone knew that she was worried that Wu Xiaoge would really do something stupid.

Wen Ruojin took the phone and put it to his mouth and asked, "What's the matter, come back and talk about it." ”

"I don't want to go back." Wu Xiaoge's voice sounded thick nasal, the wind outside was still blowing, she should be very cold.

Seeing this, Qiu Ci glanced at them, don't mention the matter of coming back, she said, "Then don't come back." As soon as the words came out, the two of them were stunned, including Wu Xiaoge on the other side of the phone.

"Xiaoge, do you know that I have a person I like, I didn't cherish him when he was so good to me, and then when I realized that I liked him, he didn't remember me, I chased after him all day like a fool, trying to help him get back his memory and make him like me again, but how can the memory be so easy to get back." Qiu Ci said and cried unconsciously.

When I heard the voice, I thought it was quite touching, but Wen Ruojin and Miao Le, who were watching at the scene, couldn't cover their eyes directly, and sighed silently in their hearts, Qiu Ci's acting skills were so good, and the tears came down when they said it.

In fact, everyone has a more or less schadenfreating heart, which is not a kind of mentality of watching the excitement, but a kind of glad that they have not experienced that kind of thing, but will give a little comfort to the helpless heart.

Qiu Ci grasped this kind of heart, and deliberately said that he was miserable, so that Wu Xiaoge found that someone was worse than her, even if Qiu Ci didn't know what happened to her, but it was right to use this trick.

Wu Xiaoge suddenly forgot the grief in his heart when he listened, and began to comfort Qiu Ci: "Don't be sad, the memory will come back, if he loves you, he will definitely remember you." ”

"Little Pavilion." Qiu Ci suddenly stopped Wu Xiaoge: "I'm so sad now, I want to drink and want to use wine to kill my sorrows, can I go to you?" Can you take me to indulge in it? Wu Xiaoge hesitated, but nodded: "Okay, let's stay at my house at night." ”

"Well, thank you Xiaoge, you send me the address, and I'll go find you." After hanging up the phone, Qiu Ci let out a long sigh of relief, wiped away his tears and smiled at them liberatedly.

Miao Le gave a thumbs up: "I really convince you, you will lose if you don't act." ”

"No way, if you want her to hear that I'm sad, you have to cry, pack up your things and go find her." Qiu Ci said and began to get dressed and put away.

"Are we all going?" Miao Le looked at Qiu Ci in surprise and asked.

"Otherwise, you think I, a weak woman, can deal with a black belt master like Wu Xiaoge." Miao Le reluctantly moved off the bed.

Although they didn't know what happened to Wu Xiaoge, they knew that Wu Xiaoge needed their company now, no matter what happened, they were on Wu Xiaoge's side.

There was a biting breeze blowing in the winter night, Wu Xiaoge stood on the crowded street corner, wandering alone and watching, the cold wind blew across her face, cold as her heart, she had forgotten the cold, she just knew that it hurt somewhere, like a sharp sword.

And that pain gradually dissipated when she saw the faintly visible and familiar figures of the three people in the crowd, and instead of the cold, it was the warmth that melted from her heart, inch by inch, from her bones and her meridians all over her body.

That kind of warmth, people call it friendship!