"Aren't you curious about me? I'll tell you more about me," she began, "and you're going to let me say myself, I really don't know where to start, my dorm girlfriend often says that when I don't speak, I refuse people thousands of miles away, and when I speak, it's like a spring breeze." I remember when I graduated, a boy left me a message saying that I should be called Cold Frost, because I was too cold like frost, and said that even if I had all kinds of emotions, my eyes would be gray when they saw me. I was still angry when I saw it, isn't that tricking me?! He never made a show of affection to me, but abducted my girlfriend from the same dormitory, which is unreasonable! I felt a sense of pride in my heart, which further proved the correctness of my theory. But it's my nature to joke (and not paying attention to the occasion is also my flaw), and I couldn't help but tease her: "Are your eyes not good-looking, too scary?" ”

"Phew, why don't you say something like this, this girl's eyes, I dare not say that they are as bright as meteors, they can be regarded as a pool of autumn water, the characteristics are clear and bright, and it will only be a beautiful enjoyment, how can it scare people?" She was a little angry. I laughed, and said all day long that I had a small heart, and her heart was not big, and she couldn't tolerate others to say half a bad sentence, so I was busy with me: "Oh, so that's the case, but you know I'm joking, I can't take it seriously, I know that although he has ten thousand kinds of affection, but as soon as he touches your clear and bright big eyes that don't contain a little tenderness, in contrast, he feels humble and trivial, so he is discouraged." She continued: "You seem to have a point in saying this, but he is really handsome, very good-looking, and one of the best boys in our class, and he didn't look for me but my good sister, and I was a little sour at that time." If you're right, he had to have had the courage to be the two of us. One day I went to see how they were doing, and I hadn't seen each other for a year. ”

A sour breath came straight up from my stomach, and for a while my heart was abnormally sore, and I was busy typing on the keyboard: "Is there something between you, won't you really look for them?" It is shameful and pathetic to be a third party. "Hehe, you are really, you mention the height of morality at every turn, I don't mean by the way, even if you really go to play with them, it's human nature, don't forget that we are good sisters, good sisters are not used to betray (girlfriends are). Besides, if I really use this to catch up with my male classmates, will you be jealous again? She said it so easily, and I listened very badly, and I felt uncomfortable at the thought that she really went to them, and that they were not married, and that boy, no matter how stupid he was, would definitely give up the fish and ask for the bear's paw. No, the bear's paw is mine, you can't snatch it, otherwise you will solve it by force, I couldn't help but say it out loud, my face was red, there was no one else in this room, of course, I also half-truthfully lost a sentence: "What kind of vinegar do you eat, big man, if you want this, I will jump directly into the vinegar vat and drown." "Hahaha," she must have laughed loudly, "that's all you need, don't worry, I really haven't taken a fancy to him, or how can I have your share?" But then again, it's worth it to be jealous of me. ”

I suddenly remembered a poem "Resentment Poem", which is rumored to have been written by Zhuo Wenjun to Sima Xiangru, and the original text is as follows:

After a farewell, the two places hung on each other, and it was only said that it was March and April

Who knows that for five or six years, the lyre was played unintentionally

The eight-line book has nothing to pass on, and the nine links are broken from it

The ten-mile long pavilion is eager to wear it

Hundreds of loves, thousands of thoughts, helpless to resent

Thousands of words can't be finished, and a hundred boring ones rely on the column

Heavy nine climb high to see the lonely goose in mid-autumn in August, the moon is full, and the people are not round

In July, half burn incense and ask the sky

In June, everyone shook my fan, and I was cold

In May, pomegranates are like fire, and they encounter gusts of cold rain to water the flowers

In April, the loquat is not yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror

Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water

Drifting Zero February kite string breaks

Oh, Lang, Lang, I wish you were a woman in the next life, and I would be a man