Chapter 117: What I Want to Say to You (2)
"Who stipulated that Cinderella had to be saved by the prince? Has anyone ever asked Cinderella if she would like to? No one has ever asked her if she loves the prince, and as long as her feet can fit into those crystal slippers, should she be grateful to go back to the palace with the prince, and then be sincerely afraid in happiness forever? It's ridiculous! ”
Simba expressed her opinion to Bai Zezhi indignantly, and then chased after Bai Zezhi to ask her to express her attitude: "Yes, you should talk about it." ”
The two of them were standing at the door of the auditorium of the Science and Technology Museum at this time, and today was the old maniac new book signing. The old madman is the physics maniac classmate in Bai Zezhi's advanced class, because he wrote popular science books, Bai Zezhi once introduced him to his close friend Simba, who was working as an editor in a publishing house under the Association for Science and Technology at the time.
After Simba took Bai Zezhi to ** that year, Bai Zezhi came back, but she didn't come back, but traveled around the country. When she came back, she held her own photography exhibition, and the old president took her in again and asked her to go back to editing.
And the old madman has also written a lot of books over the years, including popular science books and science fiction, and his fame is getting bigger and bigger. When it comes to this new book, it is even more popular than ever.
"You're right? How can there be such a reason! Simba refused to give up, as if he wanted to ask Bai Zezhi to help her judge.
Bai Zezhi said: "My dear, it doesn't matter if what you say is right or not, it doesn't matter whether I agree with your opinion or not, no one cares." All your mom cares about is when you find your prince and put on those crystal slippers and walk the red carpet of happiness. Oh no, it's supposed to be Superman, you like Superman, and when one day your Superman gives you his cape, your mom won't bother you again. ”
Simba bites the straw hatefully, and the straw is cracked by her. She simply threw away the straw, opened the lid, and took two big sips.
"Why do you have to get married? Isn't it a failed life not to get married? Is the only meaning of life left to be married? The daughter of the next-door neighbor, who works as a cashier in a company, earns only a quarter of my monthly salary, and goes from work at four o'clock to buy groceries and take my son home from kindergarten. My mother whispers about her in my ear every day, which is not an exaggeration, and she says it every day, and she is so envious that she is simply a model of success and an example for me to learn. I don't see anything to envy about such a boring, monotonous life. ”
Bai Zezhi smiled and said: "That's also a kind of success, don't underestimate it, happiness is success." Your mother wants to see you happy. ”
"Everyone has their own way of living, and no one should force anyone. Besides, I'm not celibate, but I haven't met someone who is excited, so what can I do? Improvise to find a suitable marriage? I can't do that. ”
When the two were talking, someone walked behind them, and Simba saw it first and said to Bai Zezhi, "Your friend?" It seems to be looking for you. ”
Bai Zezhi looked back and saw that it was Kong Yueying. It's really a place in life where you don't meet, it's not that you don't get together.
Kong Yueying spoke first: "Zoe, we met again, are you also here to wait for an autograph?" ”
Bai Zezhi was surprised, "You actually came to wait for an autograph?" ”
"yes, I'm a sci-fi fan. Zoe, it seems that we are really alike, and the things we like are always the same. ”
Bai Zezhi got goosebumps when she screamed "Zoe" one by one, and said in her heart Who is the same as you. Simba, who didn't know why, said enthusiastically, "Do you want an autograph?" I'm going to sign it for you, otherwise it's going to be a long queue. Do you want to take a group photo, I'll go talk to the old maniac, and wait for us to meet in private. ”
"Okay, okay, is it really okay? Thank you so much! ”
Kong Yueying's face was happy, like a little girl, she handed the two books in her hand to Simba, and said, "It's okay to write my name?" He took out another business card of his own and handed it to Simba.