Yesterday I told the starting point writer Mr. Huang Chrysalis, I said big brother, I posted a few of your articles in the VIP chapter, don't say that I pirate.

He said, haha, erhu, you don't have to tell me such things in the future. A few years ago, some of the things I posted on forums and even in publications and newspapers were plagiarized. Occasionally, when I find out, I laugh it off. It's a joy to think about your own children, who others like and take them home to raise. And you, this one, has nothing to do with that kind of plagiarism.

He said it was okay, and I was cheeky enough to say that it was okay, after all, it was just because of the number of words. I'm adapting to a new work task.,There's no time to code words.,Wait for the end of this exhausting month.,A few brothers and sisters who subscribed.,Reading piracy or other channels.,Sorry...

I have recorded three of his articles, and I wrote "Captain" when I wrote "Controlling the Crane and Capturing the Dragon".

Mr. Huang Pu's "Old Memories of Hometown" includes a part, perhaps because of his energy, many of his works have not been hung.

In the eyes of today's people, these short novels of Mr. Huang Chrysalis are completely like a fault line of the times, and some of them are also rejected by literary works.

This time, I picked up another "Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Roses", and after reading it, I wanted to hit the author's short story.

It was a Sunday.

As soon as I had breakfast, I received a call from my husband.

Dufu is my closest friend in the small town.

Twenty years ago, the lone husband was eighteen years old. The day before taking the college entrance examination, he came to my unit to play with me.

At that time, I was working in a bank office in the countryside.

Dufu was looking for a literary colleague, and he heard from a classmate that there was a man in the bank who loved literature.

The lone husband wrote poems, essays, and novels in high school, but he didn't write homework.

I was twenty-seven years old, and although I had not published a single word after six years of hard work, the literary fanaticism in my heart continued unabated.

My husband and I immediately fell in love with each other.

Dufu's father was a celebrity in that township at the time, managing a government farm tool repair factory.

Dufu said. He didn't want to listen to his father's arrangement to go to college. He had no interest in going to university.

The words of the only husband are exactly what I want.

I told him that since he was not interested, he should simply devote himself to literary creation.

Dufu said. Right. If you don't believe us, you can't be a great writer.

Afterward. The only husband really didn't take the college entrance examination, and after he had a big fight with his father, he squatted at home and started literary creation.

Of course. He's been doing it for 20 years, and like me, he's not making a name for himself.

I also have a job, and he's a vagrant.

Over the years, whenever I was with my lone husband, I thought of my support for him back then, and I regretted it in my heart.

The only husband has no regrets, and often says, this is the life I should have, I like it.

The lone husband said on the phone, Brother Zhang, do you have time? If you have time, come to my house immediately, and I will introduce you to a friend, girlfriend, hahaha.

My husband often jokes with me, but I also know that he has nothing to do and will not ask me to go to his house, and he knows that my rest time for a week is precious.

On my motorcycle, I went to my husband's house.

I rang the doorbell, and a skinny, twenty-something girl opened the door for me.

Without waiting for the introduction of the single husband, the girl asked me with a smile, are you Li Bai?

I was stunned, my mind turned, and then I joked with her as well, saying, how do you know?

She said, haha, who doesn't know that Du Fu's good friend is Li Bai?

Haha-haha, she laughed with me and the lone husband.

This girl loves haha, I love haha with my single husband, three men and women who love haha together, the atmosphere is naturally very warm.

The lone husband introduced me and said that the girl's name was Rose.

However, the lone husband said to me again, who knows whether it is true or false? She also said that she is our fellow countryman, don't talk about us, it seems that we don't have a surname on the Jiaodong Peninsula, right?

Rose said, I've told you a thousand times, my surname is plum blossom plum, and my name is the ghost of ghosts, you don't believe it.

Rose turned to me and said, Brother Zhang, do you believe it or not?

I hurriedly said, "Faith—Faith, I believe your word completely."

Actually, I don't believe it in my heart, don't say it's those two words, even the word rose I don't believe it's her name.

It must have been when the lone husband fished her, and she made up such a nice name.

The lone husband has not made much achievements in literary creation over the years, but in women, he has achieved extraordinary results.

There are countless lovers and sexual partners of a single husband.

The only husband announced last year that the number of women who had a skin-to-skin blind date with him had reached 300.

After Rose made a few jokes with me, she pulled one of her husband's ears and said, tell you, you will have no drama in the future, I like the new and hate the old, I am in love with Brother Zhang.

Dufu asked, why? It has been less than ten minutes since you met Brother Zhang.

Rose said, there are too many people who fall in love at first sight, I like Brother Zhang, there are two reasons, one is that Brother Zhang believes in me, and the other is that Brother Zhang's surname is good, if your surname is really Du, then it's okay, but you are alone, no one likes it.

Dufu said that a big surname is not necessarily a good surname.

Rose ignored her, and suddenly recited a poem aloud:

Orchid leaves are springy

Osmanthus autumn is bright

Shin Shin this business

It's a festive season

Who knows the forester

Smell the wind and sit with each other

Plants and trees have their hearts

Why ask for a beauty to fold

Rose spoke to us in the vernacular of our town, but when she recited poetry, she spoke in standard Mandarin.

The recitation of the rose made me a little intoxicated.

After reciting the poem, Rose squinted at Dufu and said, "How about it?" Even if your surname is Du, hahaha, in the three hundred Tang poems. It's still Brother Zhang's ancestors who are in front of your ancestors.

I couldn't remember whose poem this was for a while, and the lone husband said, haha, Zhang Jiuling!

Rose was silent, groaned slightly, and began to recite the words again:

The sky is not old

It's hard to get rid of

The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it

The night is over, too

The east window is not white, and the lone light is out

I know this word is a sentence in my family Zhang Xian's "Qianqiu Sui".

Rose seemed to have come to memorize poems, she ignored me and my husband, got up from the sofa by herself, and recited poems one by one.

I don't have a study of poetry. Those poems that were recited to the roses. Except for a few famous sentences, the others don't know where they came from.

Dufu memorized thousands of Tang and Song poems by heart, so he was my "translator". Say. This is Zhang Xian's "A Bunch of Flowers". This is Zhang Xian's "Qingmen Yin", and this is Zhang You's "He Manzi".

Hehe, the roses recited one by one. It turned out to be the work of the predecessors surnamed Zhang.

However, these poems recited by Rose are all nostalgia and resentment.

Filled with admiration and emotion, I listened to Rose recite poetry with my eyes closed.

After a while, the lone husband said, okay, Brother Zhang, come, let's croak, thank Miss Rose!

The lone husband slapped first.

Rose stopped reciting.

I opened my eyes and saw that Rose's eyes had lost concentration, and she looked over the heads of me and my husband to a wedding photo of my husband and his partner on the wall of my husband's living room.

Two large teardrops flowed down Rose's crimson cheeks.

After staying for a while, Rose smiled and said, forget it, don't memorize it, don't memorize it, sing a song to Brother Zhang.

Rose sang the popular song "Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Roses" a few years ago:

The past is like the wind

Infatuation is just hard to understand

Borrow wine and send it away

I can't send it away

Frog projection

I can't reflect your face

I still see you alone in the photo

The night wind is cold

Looking back on the past is like a dream

The heart is like freezing

How can you not meet each other?

It's hard to give up the heartache

The unrelenting affection is like the wind

I can't give up your indulgence in my heart

I have already planted it for you

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses

From the day of the breakup

Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses

When the flowers are withered, the people are haggard

Thousands of alliances and oaths are annihilated with flowers

After singing this song,

Rose burst into tears again.

Dufu walked up to Rose's side, put his arm around her shoulder, and whispered, Okay, okay, okay, stop singing, Brother Zhang is here, let's talk about work.

The only husband is a famous love saint, and he has worked girls for more than ten years, so he is naturally very good at comforting girls.

Rose sat down, and though she looked a little absent-minded, she didn't shed any more tears.

The lone husband said to me, didn't you ask me to find a young lady for your neighbor a few days ago?

One of my female neighbors was laid off from the Food Bureau and rented a small hotel called the Olympic next to the stadium gate, and within a few months of its opening, the guests were satisfied with everything else, but they regretted that there was no lady in the store to do that.

The male neighbor had a drink with the husband at my house, and I remember that the husband said that he knew a lot of young ladies, so he asked me to ask the husband to help him dig up one of those young ladies from other hotels.

I said to my husband, I guess I haven't found it yet.

The lone husband said, can you look at the roses?

I glanced at Rose and scolded him with a smile, why don't you kid look serious at home?

The lone husband said, seriously.

I was afraid that if he talked such nonsense again, Rose would be angry and wanted to divert the topic.

Who knows that Rose said, Brother Zhang, take a good look, am I suitable? Hahaha.

I was confident that I had seen a lot, but I was still surprised by the suddenness of the situation.

Could it be that Rose is a chicken?

Rose flew and said to me, Brother Zhang, I am also learning from you, I want to have sex with any man in the world.

Listening to Rose's words, I was dumbfounded.

Rose said again, I read your novel called "The Feeling of Flying", and I know that you want to have sex with any woman in the world.

Rose walked into the lone husband's study and took out the novel I had given him to read and give advice.

Rose flipped through a few pages, pointed to the text with her fingers, and read it to me:

I guess our big brother has that desire to run around and shout where no one is.

I guess our big brother has that desire to have promiscuous sex with any woman.

I guess our big brother has that desire to fly freely in the universe.

In reality, every human face is the face of the big brother's soul keeper, and every man-made object is the stake net falling kite line when the big brother takes off (to be continued............