It was from a poem written by Zhang: He is like dad, but gentler than dad; he is wise, I tell him all my troubles, and he makes me enlightened in just a few words; he has taste, is a gentleman, and respects women; and more importantly
He is rich, and he will always pay for being with him. I decided to marry him immediately.
My heart suddenly went cold. After thinking about it, I replied to her with a text message: You'd better have a good talk with your father. You have to give him a chance to talk to you, right? I hope you will always remember it.
, he is your father, he gave you life, and everything in your life before now.
She didn't send me another text message. I didn't tell Principal Zhang about this, because I still had a glimmer of hope: maybe things would turn around after they talked.
Without any further hesitation, I called Wu Yaru directly. Because I suddenly worried about something in my heart: Did I hurt her that day? I discovered one thing from Zhang Shiyu’s incident. After a woman is hurt by her hand,
It's easy to do some incredible things. Wu Yaru was hurt by Lin Yi, and then what happened that night made me start to worry.
So, although I was very frightened, I still felt that I should make this call to her. Sometimes there is no escaping. And since that night, I have never contacted her again. In fact, I know that I am completely
It's escaping.
She has never contacted me, which makes me even more panicked. Because I think there is only one reason why she did not contact me after what happened, and that is that she hates me in her heart.
I hope it's not too late to call her now. I said to myself.
The phone wasn't busy and the other party hadn't answered yet. But at this moment, I suddenly started to panic. I wanted to hang up the phone right away, but I held it back.
"Feng Xiao..." Her voice came from the phone. It was soft and made people feel a kind of warmth. And... I can't describe the feeling. I just felt that there seemed to be something in her voice.
A kind of magic that can make all my internal organs feel comfortable.
Her voice seems to have a kind of maternal warmth. Yes, that's the feeling. Her voice is so gentle, releasing a kind of warmth and maternal love, which makes my whole body feel enveloped and melted by warmth.
feeling of pleasure.
"Sister Yaru..." I couldn't help but call her in a low voice.
"You finally remembered me." She sighed softly. Her sigh made my heart contract suddenly, my breathing suddenly became rapid, and at the same time I felt a stinging pain in my heart.
While talking on the phone, she murmured: "Sister Yaru, no... I'm just afraid, afraid that you'll be angry with me."
"You idiot, I am already yours, how can I be angry with you?" she said to me coquettishly on the phone.
The warm feeling in my heart suddenly came back, and I immediately asked her: "Sister Yaru, are you okay now?"
"Not good." she said.
My heart tightened again, "You...what's wrong with you?"
"Sister, I haven't been able to create works that I like recently. I feel very upset. Can you come and see me?" she said.
"I'm in Beijing on business. I'll come see you when I get back." I said.
"If only you weren't a doctor." She sighed.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with me being a doctor?" I was confused.
"If you are not a doctor and you have time, we can go to Tibet together. I really want to go to a place like that, because I think it is a rare pure land on our earth. Perhaps, a place like that can inspire
Come out with my inspiration," she said.
I was silent for a moment. It's not that I don't have time, but that I can't leave. It only takes a day or two. A long time is impossible for me, because I have children at home and Chen Yuan.
"I know my idea is ridiculous. It's just a thought." She sighed.
I suddenly became excited and said, "Sister Yaru, I will definitely find a way to find time to accompany you to Tibet."
"Feng Xiao, don't be like this. You are a man, don't make promises to women casually. Do you understand?" She was still sighing.
"I..." I said, "I will find a way to arrange the time. But sister Yaru, I hope you can give me some time to arrange it."
"It's okay. If it doesn't work this year, then next year. Don't take it too seriously." She chuckled and then asked me: "Feng Xiao, do you really like the "Morning Song" I painted?"
"Yes. That painting of yours is so beautiful, I think it's even better than the original." I replied, not flattering, but my true thoughts.
"Can I, Wu Yaru, just imitate others?" Her faint voice came over the phone, "Okay, you can take your time in Beijing and come see me when you have time."
"Yeah." I said, and then I heard a busy signal from the phone. But my heart was still warm.
After paying the bill, I left the coffee shop and stopped for a while when I passed the piano. I felt that the sound played by this girl was far inferior to Chen Yuan's.
"Where are you?" I called Liu Meng after leaving the hotel.
"Still eating, here in Quanjude and Wangfujing," she said.
"Did you really go to eat roast duck?" I asked, secretly feeling funny.
"Yes. Have you eaten?" she asked me.
"I ate, but I'm not full. How was it? How does the roast duck taste?" I asked her with a smile.
"It's very good. Much better than what I had in Jiangnan. How about it? Would you like to have some too?" she said. I could tell that she must be in a very happy mood now.
"Okay. I'll be right there. You have to wait for me there." I said. My mind was filled with the yellow and orange colors of the roast duck, its aroma, and the possible crispy feeling when chewing it in my mouth.
.Suddenly his index finger moved.
I'd better take the subway. I don't dare to take a taxi anymore in Beijing.
Soon I arrived at the Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant in Wangfujing. When I entered, I found a lot of people inside. The people inside spoke with accents from different places. I thought to myself: These people are attracted by the sign here just like me.
Come.
I really couldn't find Liu Meng, there were too many people. I started to call her. Suddenly I felt someone slap me on the shoulder, and I was so frightened that I suddenly turned around and found that it was Liu Meng. She
He was standing there looking at me with a smile.
"I looked at you as soon as you came in." She said to me with a smile.
"Then why do you let me look for you everywhere?" I couldn't laugh or cry.
"I like to see you looking for me like this." She tilted her head and said, then smiled brightly, reached out and took my arm, "Let's go. I've already ordered half a roast duck for you."
"Does it really taste that good?" I asked her, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"You'll know after you eat it," she said, and asked me to sit down. I saw that there was roast duck on the plate on the table, but it was already in pieces, and there were several other dishes. There were several kinds of condiments on the side.
"I asked for one, and half of it was left." She smiled, "I don't want half for you alone. I don't know if they sell half and half here, but I was too embarrassed to ask for fear of being sold.
People think he is a country bumpkin."
"We are country bumpkins. Now that we already know that we are country bumpkins, why are we afraid of what others will say?" I said with a smile, while looking at the spices, and then asked her: "How to use these spices?"
"These are three kinds of seasonings, and three ways to eat them. The first way to eat them is to use chopsticks to pick up a little sweet bean paste, spread it on the lotus leaf cake, put a few roast duck slices on top, and put a few green onion strips, cucumber strips or
For radish strips, roll up the lotus leaf pancake. This is the most common way to eat it. You must have eaten it like this, right? The second way to eat it is minced garlic and soy sauce, which can also be paired with the radish strips in the small plate. I found this
Garlic paste can relieve greasiness. Dip slices of roast duck in garlic paste and soy sauce. It adds a hint of spiciness to the fresh aroma and makes the flavor more unique. The third way is to dip it in the fine sugar in the plate and eat it, which is sweet.
Anyway, I don’t like it.” She immediately introduced it to me.
I immediately tried all three ways of eating it and found that the taste was all ordinary. I was disappointed and shook my head immediately and said, "The legendary Peking duck is nothing more than that."
"It is indeed. The taste is very ordinary." She smiled.
I immediately glared at her, "Then why did you tell me on the phone that it tastes good?"
She kept laughing, "That's because I want you to come with me, and I also want you to taste the authentic Beijing roast duck. You have to taste it to know what it tastes like, right? Otherwise, you will always
I'm thinking about this in my heart. If you don't eat it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
I muttered: "After eating it, I feel very ordinary. I feel like I will regret it for the rest of my life."
She laughed immediately, her shoulders trembling, "Yes. That's it." Then she leaned her head towards me, and whispered in my ear: "This is just like when you meet a certain beautiful celebrity, and you feel like
I always want to make love with her, but when you have the opportunity to really make love with her, you will feel boring after you do it. Because the person you imagined in your heart is too beautiful."
"Don't talk nonsense. When did I ever think about falling in love with a beautiful celebrity?" I couldn't laugh or cry.
"Wanting to have sex with beautiful celebrities is the dream of every man. Don't you admit it? There is nothing embarrassing about it. If you don't like those beautiful celebrities, it would be very abnormal. Most of you men
The object of sexual fantasy is actually a kind of perfect woman. How to make it perfect? In layman's terms, it means that she has the gentleness and generosity of a good wife and a loving mother, and the rippling love of a pink and pink girl, while also maintaining the purity of an innocent girl. She
Maybe she has lost her virginity in body, but she has never lost her virginity in soul. Outside she seems to be incompatible with everyone, but behind closed doors she is only loyal to him. Sometimes she is as coquettish as a slut, and sometimes she is like a mother.
Extremely tolerant...but those beautiful celebrities can satisfy your men's sexual fantasies precisely because of their own beauty and the roles they have interpreted, which often makes it difficult for you to distinguish between themselves and them.
The characters I once played are truly separated. But this is normal, after all, any normal man will have such fantasies." She said with a soft smile. (To be continued)