Meng Chuan'er has been in a state of excitement and excitement since she heard Yu Xiaoshan's sentence "You can drink a drink", like recovering the state of a little girl many years ago, more like an ugly daughter-in-law finally seeing her in-laws, a little tangled, excited and a little shy.

On the day I agreed with Yu Xiaoshan, I put on makeup three times and removed it three times, but finally decided not to put it on, of course, not because Xiong Xiang'er forced "Women shouldn't wear makeup, natural beauty is the most beautiful." "It's this face, which can be disguised in front of anyone, but I don't want to have the slightest disguise and indifference in front of Yu Xiaoshan, who has been waiting for two years.

It's the same for the clothes I want to wear, I deliberately went out a few days ago to buy two new dresses and T-shirts, but I changed them again and again, and in the end I still rejected them. Just wear the usual jeans and white shirt, which is the most natural and comfortable.

This Yu Xiaoshan, although she is seeing it for the first time, is not a stranger in her heart, like an old friend who has known her for a long time, and she is definitely a confidant. Needless to say, words don't deceive, the humanity that permeates there is a real thing, and she believes her understanding.

Everything is ready, there is still an hour before the agreed time, the place to drink is set by Meng Chuan'er, Yu Xiaoshan is specially flown from C City, and he has come all the way to have a drink, and it is absolutely not allowed to be late.

The main thing is that her heart is also anxious at this moment, of course, it is not all because of the person she is about to meet, but this person is related to a period of experience and past in her life, which has become a complex that cannot be pulled out in her heart, and these need to be solved, otherwise she will always have regrets and unwillingness.

But there is another goods, who is it? Xiong Xiang'er~ She put on her shoes and turned to Xiong Xiang'er and said, "I'm going to see my idol today, can you not follow me?"

"You are a girl's family, or my girlfriend, go to drink with a man, I have to follow, men are dirty, what if he is drugged if you drink too much?"

"You get away from me, don't force me to scold you!" Meng Chuan'er was too lazy to talk to him, and went out alone to take a taxi and went straight to the place where he was drinking.

This is a mid-range clubhouse, Meng Chuan'er has eaten here a few times before, and knows more about this place. In the middle of summer, you can eat at the table on the lawn, and the biggest advantage is twofold, the first is that you can smoke outside, otherwise they will both suffocate to death after drinking for a long time.

Second, there is no time limit, open 24 hours, and you can drink as much as you want. The tables on the lawn are far apart from each other, so there is a lot of space to have a good chat without having to take care of other people's eyes and not be disturbed by others.

At this moment, Meng Chuan'er is excited, like a tired bird wanting to go to the forest, and a dry whale entering the sea, you must know that if there is no this person, there will be no "Faint Sadness" that haunts her dreams.

In fact, that book does not tell any profound truths, but the sentences in it are inexplicably sonorous and powerful, and at any moment of frustration and pessimism, bound and ignored, those seemingly cynical words are like a kind of power, which can easily break through the obstacles of the world, and do not care about the eyes of others.

Because Yu Xiaoshan in the book lives so openly, big things, even in the face of life and death, in the face of prison, you can laugh over, the kind of return to the basics of reading thousands of sails is similar to ridiculing the ease is really a kind of support, supporting Meng Chuan'er to write her own book, and also supporting her in the face of every unhappiness in life and work.

There are some thoughts in life that have nothing to do with the wind and snow and come from the depths of the heart, few people can know, and she doesn't expect others to understand. But she knew that the person she was about to meet would understand, all her feelings and thoughts, and all those thoughts were already known to each other through words, and there was no need to say much.

What she never expected was that Xiong Yang drove the car and kept following the taxi she hailed, and as soon as she got out of the car, she walked over with a smile and said, "I'm still not at ease, so I'll come along." ”

Meng Chuan'er glanced at the time on her mobile phone, it was about to be time, and she glared at Xiong Yang and said, "Come on, I'll come, but I'll tell you, it's best to control your broken mouth, otherwise I'll cut off your tongue when I go back." ”

There is no way, Meng Chuan'er can only walk in with this burden, she doesn't want to waste time on irrelevant people, and besides, it's not suitable to quarrel with this thing here and now at this moment, forget it, don't worry about it.

Entered the hotel, walked through the lobby, walked to the dining area outside, and looked at it from a distance, there was a man: thin, with short hair close to the scalp, melon seed face, a little dark skin, with black-framed glasses, wearing a black short T, the lower body was a dark blue shorts, one foot on the stool, the other foot on the ground, at the moment with a cigarette in his mouth looking at a few grazing horses on the lawn. Meng Chuan'er's mind was like a bunch of broken drums and hammers, and at a glance, Meng Chuan'er knew that it was him, Yu Xiaoshan.

Meng Chuan'er slowly calmed down, tried her best to calm her emotions and walked over, and sat down on the chair opposite him, Yu Xiaoshan turned his head to look at her at this time.

"Just like I thought. When Meng Chuan'er said the first sentence, he wanted to bite off his tongue, something has no head or tail. Unexpectedly, Yu Xiaoshan stared at him for a while, then nodded calmly, and said with a smile: "Me too." There was ruthlessness in this man's eyes, a stubborn ruthlessness that refused to admit defeat, even when he was smiling.

At this time, Xiong Yang followed behind Meng Chuan'er, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Xiong Yang, and I am Meng Chuan'er's boyfriend." Meng Chuan'er twitched the corners of her mouth and wanted to scold back, but she gritted her teeth and held back, she was too afraid of ruining the atmosphere when she met Yu Xiaoshan for the first time, at least she couldn't speak without covering up a bunch of dirty words.

Yu Xiaoshan snorted his cigarette, looked at Xiong Yang, and didn't take his outstretched hand, but politely replied, "Hello." ”

""Smoke Love" is well written, it should be selling well, how many editions are there?"

"The writing imitates you, just don't draw a tiger and not become an anti-dog, and at the end of the paragraph, I quoted a lot of your words to pay tribute to you, the second edition. ”

Xiong Yang looked at Yu Xiaoshan in surprise, and then at Meng Chuan'er: "Have you ever written a book, and how much money can you make from this book?"

Meng Chuan'er never told him about writing a book, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he rolled his eyes and chose to ignore it directly.

Yu Xiaoshan replied: "Books can't make a lot of money, words are just a carrier, but they can be passed on after they are written." ”

"No wonder they all say that literati are poor and sour, a truly rational man understands his wife and children's hot kang head, a man's responsibility is to support his family, and a woman's responsibility is to teach her husband and children, so as to conform to the law of yin and yang. ”

Xiong Yang actually dragged the words, and he dragged them so abruptly. Meng Chuan'er sneered: "This is the law of your bears! Doesn't a woman's responsibility also include helping men repay loans and being filial to men's fathers?

Xiong Yang coughed embarrassedly, and was about to say something, when Meng Chuan'er raised his hand and shouted: "Waiter, order!"

Meng Chuan'er didn't ask Yu Xiaoshan what he wanted to eat, but ordered a few dishes casually and directly asked for three bottles of liquor. Today's point is not in what you eat, or what you drink, but mainly about what you talk about.

Meng Chuan'er finished ordering, and before serving, the waiter poured a cup of tea for each of the three people, and Yu Xiaoshan took a sip and said, "Xiao Chong." ”

Meng Chuan'er continued: "By the way, I know that you understand tea, this must be average, so you will drink it! What kind of tea do you like?"

"There is only Shengpu, how many years of broken habits, I can't change it. Shengpu is bitter in the mouth, smooth in the middle, and sweet in the aftertaste, just like a process of life, and the longer the storage time, the longer the years of tempering, the more mellow this tea will be, and the connotation and taste can be fully revealed. It's the same as people. ”

"I don't know much about tea, I just know that the taste of Shengpu is a little thin, and I prefer black tea, which is sweet and has an endless aftertaste. ”

Yu Xiaoshan was about to say something, Xiong Yang interjected next to him: "The so-called doorway of tea is blown out by some people who pretend to be grandchildren, in fact, what kind of tea is not leaves? I used to use this as firewood in the countryside? My monthly salary is more than 8,000, I think the best drink is boiled water, I don't spend money on tea, I heard that some tea is very expensive, even hundreds of thousands of pounds, it is better to use that money to buy a house, hundreds of thousands of dollars can be paid in second- and third-tier cities, what is the use of tea?" The people live on food, clothing, and shelter, don't you say?"

Yu Xiaoshan frowned, glanced at Meng Chuan'er but didn't squeak. Meng Kuan really wanted to shoot this bear to death at the moment, but considering the first impression, she hugged it strongly, her teeth were already clucking, and she looked at Yu Xiaoshan apologetically and helplessly. As a result, the goods were not finished, and Yu Xiaoshan asked in a swishing voice: "Dude, what are the names of the books you wrote before?, I'll take a look when I have time." Do you still write now?"

It could be seen that Yu Xiaoshan was a little annoyed with him, but he still said lightly: "I forgot the title of the book, and I haven't written it for many years." ”

"Then why don't you continue to write?"

"Jiang Lang's talent is exhausted, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, he is stupid, and he can't write. ”

"And what are you going to do now?"

"Don't do anything, stay, eat and die. ”

As soon as Xiong Xiang'er heard this, he immediately found his confidence, and said with a little face: "Oh, then you are a little too negative, you can't do anything else without writing a book, men always have to prove their worth." I used to like to read, when I was in school, I watched Qiong Yao, Jin Yong, and Gu Long, and I was crazy at that time. I have always felt that Jin Yong is the best writer in the world, writing so many classic works, writing so good, do you think I said it, right?"

"I don't want to judge others by my own standards, but how much writing has nothing to do with good looks and literary quality, it's not on the same line at all, Emily has only written one book of Wuthering Heights in her life, Mitchell has only written one book of "Gone with the Wind", and Seigrin has only "The Catcher in the Rye", who dares to say that they are not awesome?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I remember reading poetry when I was in college, and I read Xi Murong's poems every day, you know Xi Murong, right?"

"Of course I do, I like it too. Meng Kuan'er couldn't help but laugh, her mouth was really poisonous, and if she said that people were naïve, she would say that people were naïve, but it was estimated that Xiong'er couldn't hear it.

Xiong Yang frowned unconsciously when he heard the word "masturbation", and a sense of superiority arose in his heart, "I have written a book and am still so vulgar, far inferior to me". Relaxing himself slightly, he leaned back in his chair, raised his chin and asked condescendingly, "Then who do you think writes the best poems in China?"

"Li Dubai. Yu Xiaoshan has lost his patience, purely for the first meeting with Meng Chuan'er, he doesn't want to be rude, he is too lazy to speak, he knows that the goods in front of him are going to be foreign, but he doesn't even bother to say a word.

"Who is Li Dubai? I haven't heard of it. Are you mistaken? How can there be such a poet? I only know Li Bai. ”