The next day, Fu Wenxin found Wang Yi and asked him if you wrote this poem. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yi still insisted, yes, of course I wrote it to you.

Fu Wenxin said, I will only give you one chance, and say it again, otherwise we won't even be able to be friends.

This buddy finally couldn't help crying, saying that he was too anxious to make a big mistake, but his heart loves you as always, and he can dig it up for you.

Fu Wenxin said to him, don't waste your energy on me, you are so good, there are more and better choices, I am not suitable for you.

But that buddy still insisted on his own principles, saying that you can dislike me, but I still chase you to the ends of the earth.

During that time, Yuan Zheng encountered the strongest opponent, and he was very annoyed, and asked me which one Wang Yi was better than himself.

I told him: "Wang Yi knows how to attack the heart, and wants Fu Wenxin to rely on him in various details, which you can't compare to him." ”

Yuan Zheng was interested, and looked at me with a glare: "Attacking the heart? So how to attack it? ”

I said, "Mencius said, 'Those who convince others with their strength are not convinced by their hearts, and they are not supported by their strength; Those who convince people with virtue will be happy and sincere in the center, such as Confucius in the service of the seventy sons. 'You used to engage women, all of them were to convince people with your strength, that is, to use your financial resources to complete the great cause of picking up girls, but Miss Wenxin is not so simple, do you think she is a person who loves money? ”

"Of course not." Yuan Zheng thought about it and said, "No, I don't rely on financial resources alone, I am so handsome, and I am ...... suave."

Before he finished speaking, I shook my head at him helplessly: "You can't teach me, it seems that you don't want to listen to my advice." ”

Yuan Zheng immediately shut up and sat upright: "Brother Xiaoyu, I won't interrupt, you should say it quickly." ”

"If you don't love money, you have to attack her weaknesses and convince people with virtue," I continued, "Don't talk about Confucius's apprentices, what hooligans like Wang Yaqiao and Du Yuesheng during the Republic of China, did they really rely on guns to fight the world?" Of course, the gun plays a little role, but the most awesome thing about them is not that they can use the gun, but that they can attack the heart, as long as they win the hearts of the people, the brothers are determined to play with you and follow you, so what are you worried about? Falling in love is similar to employing people, and the ancient courtiers always compared themselves to the emperor's lover ** or something, that's the truth. Some women can give her a sense of security with money, this kind of low-level woman is not difficult for you, while some women care more about spiritual dependence, which is a challenge for you. ”

"I see, you're trying to make me a thief who steals my heart." Yuan Zheng said seriously.

"Oh, that's right. stealing her heart, she put a Gu in her heart, and in the end, it's hard to miss you. ”

"Then how should I put this Gu into her heart?" Yuan Zheng was ready to go, and he couldn't hold it back.

I asked, "What are you good at?" ”

"Does it count?"

"Is there anything else?"

"Well," Yuan Zheng thought for a moment and said, "drag racing." ”

"Do you have any literary specialties?"

Yuan Zheng thought about it again: "Music! ”

"By the way, let's start with music."

I didn't know where my soul had gone, and my brain was convulsed, helping my roommate chase the girl I was haunted by. It's like cutting meat from oneself to taste a wolf cub, knowing that the wolf cub will eat itself alive when it grows up.

I'd rather Fu Wenxin be chased by Yuan Zheng than chased by the one named Wang Yi.

However, only I understand that under the singing of my hippie smile with Yuan Zheng, I am really tired and tired. I had a hunch that in this seemingly banterous game, no matter how it ended, I would end up with no skin.

Stealing the heart is still a sin, because there is a word for "stealing".

There is a sentence in "The Kite Runner": There is only one original sin in the world, stealing. All other original sins are related to stealing. If you kill someone, you steal a life, the right of a wife to have a husband and a child to have a father; If you're lying, you're stealing someone's right to know the truth.

But stealing hearts is different from others, and the difficulty lies in the willingness of the person to be stolen. Trying to steal the heart of someone who has a heart is tantamount to leading a cow to climb a soaphorn tree, and you can't do it at all.

But Yuan Zheng wants to challenge it, he always likes to do things that can't be done.

At my suggestion, Yuan Zheng formed a band with a few fox friends who played music.

He has played music since he was a child, and often shows off: "Brother takes the powerful route." ”

He does have a little bit of strength, he arranges and lyrics by himself, and composes more than a dozen songs, and hides at home and howls when he has nothing to do. He never thought of using music to pick up girls, and after a little plucking by me, his intestines repented, and he shook his head and sighed: "Why didn't I think of it before?" ”

Our level of appreciation of music is basically the same, and when we see Korean and domestic products, we stay away and laugh at a few words. Our common music idol is called Michael? Jackson, the man of God who can put his hand on the crotch of his pants can make countless singing fans stun.

I admire the humanity, justice, and purity and strength that is rooted in Jackson's soul.

Yuan Zheng talked farther away, saying that his childhood was very similar to Jackson, and he was trapped in a cage that he didn't like.

It was the time when the five or six-year-olds were in full swing, hide-and-seek, and water guns, but Jackson had to take his envious eyes off the laughing children and return to the boring sheet music in his hand. His childhood was colorless, and he loved music.

However, music became everything in his childhood, occupied his private world, and his natural impulses were suppressed, causing him to suffer from an incurable psychological disease - he liked children, and wished his childhood to last forever.

Rick James, a famous black singer, said, "He's a rich and famous black man, and they can't think of a better way to get rid of him!" If you're rich, famous, and black, you're ready to be out of luck! "As a child, you will inevitably be hurt.

Yuan Zheng said that when he was locked in the house by his father and watched by the nanny, he experienced the same loneliness and hopelessness as Jackson, and he said that he had no freedom, no vitality, and that if he had been exposed to music earlier, he would be Jackson of China now. I kicked him, and he screamed.

I asked him, what would happen if Jackson had died? He said he would commit suicide. At that time, I had an ominous premonition.

The band finally took shape, and Yuan Zheng paid for all the equipment out of his own pocket, and he could only pay for it. The first time I auditioned in the school dance room and asked me to be an art director, I excused myself and said that I didn't even have half a musical cell on my body, I could only listen to music, I didn't know anything about music theory, and I was a fucking pure music idiot.

Yuan Zheng insisted that I go, asking me to be the spiritual leader of the band.

I said, have you ever seen a fool who has never carried a gun leading his troops into battle? It's also a spiritual leader, a neurotic leader.

He said, "I saw it today," and pointed at me and said, "You! ”

In desperation, I had no choice but to follow.

People who play music are more coarse and emotional than those who play words, and they are sloppy and unkempt in appearance.

There are a total of five people in the band, and at a glance, Yuan Zheng is entrusted with a prince charming. The others are either punk with long hair or fat like Japanese sumo wrestlers.

I whispered to him, "You're really a scheming, find a bunch of green leaves to set off your red flower." ”

Yuan Zheng said mysteriously: "Don't underestimate these rabbit cubs, all of them are the masters of the family, let you see it later." But then again, it's enough to have a top grandson in a band. ”

"What do you mean by Jiansun?" I don't understand.

"I am!" Yuan Zheng pointed to his chest and never told me what a "sharp grandson" was. Later, I learned that this is a local dialect in Beijing, which means handsome guys and beautiful men. If I had known what it meant, I would have kicked him a few more times.

The first song they played scared Lao Tzu stupid - "Two Tigers". Yuan Zheng said that this song seems to have a simple rhyme and childish lyrics, but in fact, it is the most cooperative, as long as one of the five people can't keep up with the rhythm, it will be ruined.