"Do you know why I've been writing love stories so little lately?" Miao Han asked suddenly.

"I'm a part-time model!" I guessed.

"Yes," Miao Han said with a smile, "since I came to Beijing last year, everything I have arranged has been arranged by you, and I know that you are good to me......"

"I'm afraid you'll be hurt again!" I said it seriously.

"I know that," said Miaohan, as if resentful, "but the more you do this to me, the more I feel like a bird in a cage, and I dare not fly away!" Therefore, in the past six months, many modeling companies have asked me to sign contracts and ask me to be a full-time model, but I have refused one by one. ”

"Since you've just spoken of cages and birds," I said to Myehan in all seriousness, "I'll tell you a little story!" ”

"Let's talk about it!" Miao Han smiled and nodded.

"There are two birds," I recounted earnestly, "one outside the cage and one in the cage." One day, the bird outside the cage said to the bird in the cage, 'I envy your easy life!' The bird in the cage replied: 'I envy your free life, so let's change it!' The bird outside the cage agreed. Soon the birds that came out of their cages died of starvation because they had not acquired the ability to hunt; The birds that walked into the cage died of depression because they could not adapt to the small life. ”

"I know what you're trying to say," Miao Han said with a smile, "Actually, the way to achieve happiness is very simple, just don't envy the happiness of others." ”

"Yes," I said deeply, "he who turns a blind eye to his own happiness is pitiful, he who envies the happiness of others is pathetic, and he who exchanges his own happiness with the happiness of others is blind and foolish." The greatest happiness in life is to live in an environment that suits your own survival. ”

"So I want to find the most suitable environment for my own survival," Miao Han said with a serious face, "In other words, I want to develop a good career in modeling and see how far I can go!" ”

"I'm for it!" I still said deeply, "Everyone is like a mine, with a lot of wealth. As long as you know your strengths and talents, and then do your best to discover and use them, then you can achieve excellence in something. ”

"Actually, you don't approve of it at all," Miao Han said half-disgusted, half-happy, "I told you before, but you rejected it!" That's why I want to part with you and find my own happiness! ”

"I'm especially in favor of you finding and pursuing your own happiness," I said in all seriousness, "but I still want to tell you a little story!" ”

"Whatever you want," Miao Han smiled, "Anyway, let's just talk about this night!" ”

"An Austrian girl who majored in oil painting at university," I told with a smile, "was encouraged by her boyfriend to participate in the Miss World pageant in order to finance her solo exhibition. Unexpectedly, she was successfully elected as Miss World in 1987! Her name is Wig. After becoming famous, she never thought about holding an art exhibition anymore, nor did she want to continue with her boyfriend. She committed suicide after marrying 6 times in a row. ”

"Don't stop," Miao Han said with a smile, "the little story is finished, it's time to tell a little bit!" ”

"Actually, the way to pursue happiness is very simple," I said seriously, "just don't make money in a way you don't like." ”

"I'm done talking," Miao Han smiled, "It's time to talk about a little insight!" ”

"Luck or misfortune," I said in a deep voice, "it wasn't decided for you by others, it was all self-inflicted!" ”

"Let's finish!" Miao Han said with a smile, "After getting rid of your control, even if I fail, I will never regret it!" ”

"Then I'll tell you first," I pretended to say, "give you half a year to a year, and if you really can't fly, you might as well honestly enter my cage, okay?" ”

"Okay!" Miao Hanjiao said with a sneering face, "You keep the cage for me!" ”

I smiled slightly, with mixed feelings.

Miao Han seemed to be smiling but not smiling, thoughtful.

"Actually, no matter which circle you are into," I said to Miaohan after thinking, "it's not easy, and it's all inseparable from others!" If someone holds it, it will be polished shiny even if it is a piece of rusty iron; If no one holds it, even a piece of gold will be buried in the soil, and a few more shovels of soil will be patted on it! ”

"I believe this," Miao Han smiled, "When I used to be in the thieves' den, everyone called me Sister Miao!" ”

"Sister Miao," I said with a playful smile, "don't mention that bit of your history in the future!" ”

"Okay!" Miao Han smiled slightly.

"As the saying goes," I pretended, "behind a successful man, there must be a great woman; Behind a successful woman, there will definitely be men who sacrifice for her! ”

"Then behind your girlfriend," Miao Han thought about, "I guess it's already a messy grave!" ”

"Don't tell the truth," I said with a playful smile, "I'll tell you an essay I used to write, called 'The Upskirt Poet and Her Short Poems,' about men who are willing to sacrifice for beautiful women!" ”

"That's an interesting title!" Miao Han smiled.

"Then I'll start talking," I said earnestly, "sheep have sheepfolds, pigs have pigsties, and those who play with poetry have poetry circles." Miss Lin has been writing poetry for many years, but she has never been able to enter this circle, and she is puzzled. One day, I was instructed by a master in the circle: 'Don't just bury your head in writing poems, but communicate more with famous people in the circle: a compliment, a flattering eye, or even an intimate contact can play a miraculous effect of getting twice the result with half the effort. Miss Lin understood. That night, one after another enthusiastic love letters flew around with youthful jade photos and sycophants. Sure enough, her poems began to appear frequently in newspapers and magazines. ”

"I believe this!" Miao Han laughed.

"I believe in this," I smiled and continued, "the poetry circle's annual newcomer and new writing contest has started again. This time, it was a contest to recite a short poem of his own creation. Miss Lin changed her simple image of long clothes and trousers, round-toed cloth shoes and braids, and a plain face, she applied grease and powder, sprinkled perfume, and appeared in a super sexy outfit with her breasts exposed, back, thighs and one-third of her buttocks exposed, and the pointed scalp shoes on her feet were terrifyingly pointed. When it was her turn, I saw her swinging her willow waist lightly, lotus steps with fragrance, floating in front of the microphone like the model on the catwalk, bowing deeply, and the two objects on her chest almost fell out; smiled charmingly, and the scene was suddenly silent and surprisingly quiet. ”

"What's the two things on your chest?" Miao Han asked curiously.

"You knowingly asked," I smiled, and continued, "'Untitled, a common disease of modern popular poetry,' Miss Lin had just pronounced the title in a coquettish voice, and was about to start groaning, when she suddenly felt a strange itch in her throat, eyes, and nose, and opened her mouth, 'Ahhhhhhhhh She let out a long, loud sneeze. She knew she had been dressed too little when she came, and now she was cold. She was embarrassed when the audience burst into applause and praise: 'Wonderful, the metaphor is so subtle! ''Good poetry! The sarcasm hits the nail on the head! ''High, really high!'' What a pioneer rookie! ’…… Listen to the authoritative words of the famous poetry critic 'Shi Kelang' from the bottom of his heart: 'Using two simple words to satirize the shortcomings of popular poetry is really unexpected, refreshing, and shocking! Ah, the words are straightforward and progressively getting better; The peak of the sneeze turns and ends smartly; The perfect combination of the two words, one up and one down, not only brings a strong impact to the sense of hearing, but also brings a strong shock in the heart, and the ironic effect shown is incisive and incisive...... The novelty of its conception, the uniqueness of its metaphors, the strangeness of its vision, the profundity of its irony, the shortness of its poetry, and the truth and naturalness of its expressions during recitation make it truly unprecedented, exquisite, and should be a classic! The artistic appeal brought by this poem, just like the allure and charm brought by Miss Lin, is impossible to refuse! The Live Poetry Association has decided that Miss Lin's work workshop will be held in a month's time! ”

"This poem is indeed shorter than a miniskirt!" Miao Han laughed.

"Don't interject, listen to me," I smiled and continued to preach, "When the award was presented, the famous old poet and the chairman of the Poetry Association cordially held Miss Lin's little hand, and he looked at Miss Lin's high chest and asked solemnly: 'Excuse me, how do you feel now that you are wearing such a sexy miniskirt and creating such an excellent ultra-short poem, and you have won the award?' ’”

"What did the upskirt poet say?" Miao Han asked with interest.

"Miss Lin smiled sweetly," I said solemnly, "and then her wink flew so that the old poet and president of the Poetry Association, whom she respected, staggered at her feet, and finally she said in a snort: 'I wonder if I need to come in clothes for the next competition?' ’”

"You disrespect the poet so much!" Miao Han laughed.

"I used to be a poet," I said, pretendingly, "because poetry doesn't respect poets anymore, so I decided not to be a poet!" ”

Miao Han smiled, her cheeks were smiling, and her tenderness rippled.

I smiled silently.