Chapter 60: The Male God Who Writes Poetry
In most people's eyes, Fu Wenxin is indeed like a blank piece of paper, but I can understand that this piece of paper is actually written with cute content and casual graffiti. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Yuan Zheng didn't see it clearly, what he coveted was just a blank piece of paper, not the content of the paper full of caution and aura.
The so-called love in my eyes, two people are each other's wordless books, they don't write anything, but they can read each other thoroughly.
If my college life was a movie, it would have to be directed by Bergman, and everything ends there, with no ending. There is, of course, an erotic part, limited to do-it-yourself - a personal that has accompanied me for more than a decade since adolescence.
Physical loneliness is always easier to deal with than psychological worries, and I am willing to be a child who does not want to be hurt, hiding and isolating myself.
Yuan Zheng said that I am inferior and selfish, maybe he is right. Since high school, I have fallen in love with a girl who has dreamed for twenty years and never confided the word "love" in front of her.
Yuan Zheng is different from me, he is extremely aggressive, and he is obsessed with the things he identifies, and he does not give up when his head is broken and broken.
He once told me that when he was a child, his father took him to an aunt's house to spend the night, and he had to come home in the middle of the night, and he didn't want to stay at that aunt's house.
His father opened the door, pointed to the stairs and said you can go, but at the age of five or six, he walked more than 10 kilometers from Haidian to Chaoyang in the middle of the night and returned home.
Yuan Zheng said that he did not have the slightest fear on the road because he wanted to go home, which was a decision that no one could stop.
Because of this, his father was scolded by his nanny and aunt, saying that it is better for you to raise a child like this than to raise a Wang Xingren, and he threw a baby on the side of the road.
This nanny aunt brought up Yuan Zheng since she was a child, she is closer than her mother, has a straightforward personality, and dares to act. His father nodded and apologized when he was scolded, saying that he would never dare again. This is the best nanny aunt I've ever met.
Later, his father told him that he had been following him all along, and he had been led into the house by the nanny.
I asked him why he fell in love with Fu Wenxin.
He said that he didn't know, and that love that was clearly said was not called love.
I was fascinated, and slowly believed that his liking to deal with Wenxin came from the heart, so I lived more sincerely and fearfully, and I was terrified in the spear and shield.
On the one hand, I hope he can catch up with Fu Wenxin, at least Yuan Zheng really loves her at the moment and can support her in her career and life. On the other hand, I was afraid that a boy would get her, and that day my thoughts would be completely ruined, and everything would be lost, and I could only let time dilute the unbridled emotions.
But I knew that day would come sooner or later.
Yuan Zheng's Audi R8 was not given away, and he repeatedly asked me to tell Fu Wenxin that this car only represents friendship.
Fu Wenxin said, such a big pie falling from the sky can smash people to death, friendship? Do you believe it?
I said I don't believe it.
She glanced at me and said, "That's right."
In addition to Yuan Zheng, there are still other boys who are crazy about pursuing Fu Wenxin, and some look like the second senior brother in the master and apprentice, but no matter how abstract the parents are, Fu Wenxin politely refuses, so that the family can leave with dignity.
Among them, there is a more prominent rich and handsome man, named Wang Yi, the son of a ministerial-level leader in Beijing, and a celebrity of the School of Finance. Looks like a Korean star, with single eyelids, long legs, and a warm face, and is said to be proficient in violin, viola, violin, piano, organ, harmonica, phoenix piano, and electronic organ...... In a word, anyone who makes a noise will be.
When Fu Wenxin pointed to me, he said: "Do you look like a warm man in a Korean drama?" ”
I didn't cut it and said, "It's not bad, but it's the same as the Korean sissy, it's like I haven't woken up all day, and my eyes have to be magnified with a Hubble telescope to find it?" ”
She glared at me, "Are people's eyes that small?" Is. ”
"Be careful that the child you give birth to in the future will follow his eyes and will have to be propped up with a toothpick to see things."
Fu Wenxin gently hammered me, and said slightly: "I hate it!" Who said I was going to have a baby with him. ”
"Such a good Oba, you just leave the family."
"I want to follow you, my heart already belongs to another place." Fu Wenxin said angrily, "I told him that he is very good but I don't like it, I lack feeling with him, but he said that I chase you is my business, you can not like me, but I have to chase you to the ends of the earth." ”
"Who is he?"
"Of course, it's the king."
"No, I'm asking you where your heart belongs, to whom do you belong?"
"I won't tell you." She "snorted" and deliberately didn't look at me.
Our conversation couldn't go any further, and I was afraid that if I pressed her to continue, it would be too revealing, and that we would both be put in an embarrassing situation at the same time.
We are too similar in our hearts, and we would rather suppress our emotions with each other and not act when we should act.
I lazily said to her: "I don't understand how a bunch of girls put on Wang Yi's body, why does he fall in love with my sister Wenxin?" ”
"I'm ashamed to close the moon and sink the fish and the geese." Fu Wenxin is with me, and I also learn from my shameless narcissism.
I even shamelessly asked Fu Wenxin why he liked to be with me. She said I was cool and fun and comfortable together. I don't know where I'm cool or funny.
This buddy named Wang Yi really scared me for a long time, and I was worried that when I woke up the next day and saw him walking in front of me hand in hand with Fu Wenxin, I would be sad, really fucking sad.
He knows how to attack the heart, unlike Yuan Zheng, a cute fool who can only chase women with famous cars and bags, this is a scheming who has been purely cultivated to the level of devouring heaven and earth.
Every day at six o'clock on time to send Fu Wenxin breakfast, Fu Wenxin slept lazily, he kept standing downstairs waiting, not to mention rain or shine, the atomic bomb falling from the sky could not be stopped.
Sometimes when it rains, I don't use an umbrella and deliberately pour it there, waiting for Fu Wenxin to go downstairs to give him an umbrella.
I think you're going to be drenched in the rain.
Fu Wenxin studied on his own last night, he volunteered to play the role of a scholar, making coffee, delivering tea, and doing all kinds of tea and pouring water before and after being busy, and he did it very happily. The girl next to her was envious and sighed to herself.
The most terrible thing is that he also wrote poems to Fu Wenxin.
I asked, "Can I read the poem he wrote to you?" ”
"That's not very respectful of him." Fu Wenxin was a little embarrassed.
"Got it, don't look at it, don't look at it. Treasure it, and a layman like me would not dare to defile your token of love. ”
"Just look at it, it's not something unsightly." As soon as I was excited, she was immediately hit.
Although this guy reads international economics and trade, his writing is really good:
The water in the forest
The lithe stag and its couple sighed frequently
When they look at each other, they look at each other's shadows
It's as if no one has ever loved you, except me and you
Have you ever heard of the brightness of the sky?
The sliding of the sparkling silver shoes of the proud queen
When the sun lifts his golden crown and searches
No one has ever loved it, except me and you
I read it and said, "It's not bad that a person who studies economics can write this kind of limerick poem, and it deserves praise." ”
"Better than you, a talented person in the Chinese department." Fu Wenxin was a little proud.
I touched my chin and pondered, and Fu Wenxin asked me what was wrong.
I asked her to show me the poem again.
As I looked at it, I asked, "He said he wrote this poem?" ”
"yes, he said he thought about it for five days and five nights before he finished it."
"No, the more I read it, the more familiar it becomes, this poem seems familiar, like I've seen it somewhere," I patted my head, "I remembered, this poem is obviously Yeats's "The Noisy Woods", how did he write it? ”
"Huh?" Fu Wenxin took the piece of paper on which he wrote the poem and looked at it and said, "Really? Are you sure? ”
"Oh, I know, it must be Yeats, who was in a panic in Ireland, and traveled to China to plagiarize Wang Yi's poems, haha." I was as happy as I had discovered a new world, and I thought about how fucking narrow my mind was.
Fu Wenxin checked his mobile phone for a while, and said in disappointment: "It's really Yeats's poetry, why did he lie to me?" ”
"A man chases a woman, he is irrational for a while, forgive others." I said deliberately lowly.