Chapter 119 Eight, the little girl's marriage

When Yan Song knelt down in front of her uncle with a plop, her little uncle knocked Muyu's eyelids without even lifting them. "Buddha, save me." The girl grabbed the gray monk's robe, snot and tears. "What is the benefactor doing?" The fair and handsome Buddha spoke softly, but his tone was not very sincere, and he gently pulled back his robe. "Buddha, I fell in love with two boys, and I don't know who I should choose." "donor……" "Buddha, the thing is like this, A is a senior in my same college, and he also works as a priest part-time, so I often go to him to confess, complaining about my two brothers who are too popular, because of them, I suffer in the girl group The pressure, sugar-coated cannonballs, and courtship that I shouldn't have to bear at such a young age made me wonder whether my popularity is because I have two good brothers or my own charm."

"Benefactor, according to the poor monk, your good popularity comes from your second brother, after all, he looks better. Your eldest brother, to be honest, is really too ugly. He was carved out of the same mold as your father, which is really good... …ugly." "Buddha, that's not the point. The point is that senior A always comforted me patiently and gently, so I gradually fell in love with him. Then, on the day I was about to confess, I met alumnus B, He ate a bowl of Malatang silently in front of me, yes, I also eat Malatang, that Malatang is quite delicious, but I ate it with a runny nose and greasy mouth, and he ate it full of demeanor Bai Yueguang. He is... the best-looking boy I have ever seen eating Malatang. Then, I fell in love with B... Now, I like senior A and alumni B, so, Buddha, what should I do."

Buddha gently stroked his niece's fair little face, which was so young and lovely.He asked her: "According to the poor monk's opinion, things should be simple and easy, and things should be light and light. If it is too difficult, it is not the most correct. So, here comes the question, A or B, who likes the benefactor?" The little girl wiped her nose with her monk's robe, just like she was when she was a child. She told the Buddha in front of her seriously, and replied seriously: "Actually, maybe, actually, they don't like me. So, Buddha, what should I do?" manage?"

The Buddha remained silent for a long time, closed his eyes, opened them slowly after a long time, and said softly: "Those who don't like you, uncle will help you curse them to become toads in the next life, and let them all be fucked up, stupid." Yan Song asked Buddha, and went back to school very distressed. Her alma mater was also her mother's alma mater, but her mother's name is still engraved in the school history, and her name is just a name.Yan Song's looks and personality are very similar to his mother, but his academic performance is absolutely inferior to her high school mother. Since she was a child, she was spoiled by her father's heart and soul, and she was even more difficult to study hard. After the college entrance examination, she barely read Z University, the major of study is also very reluctant - philosophy.

The Department of Philosophy has been wonderful since ancient times. It is said that there are three and a half crazy people in the history of University Z, three of whom study philosophy, and half of them come from the law school, a good neighbor of the School of Philosophy that has not changed for a century.The so-called environment affects personality. The students of the Faculty of Philosophy agreed that Yan Song had a ignorant face, and ignorance is a more polite word, but in fact, it was a face that was always in a state of ignorance. For example: "Yan Song, do you like Nietzsche, Rousseau, Hegel, Voltaire, or Aristotle? Nietzsche is too crazy, Rousseau is too ideal, Voltaire's personal morals are not good, and Hegel personally thinks that he is too highly sought after. Aristotle was born in the wrong era, don't you think?"

Yan Song: Confused. Another example is this: "This era is complimented as an era of freedom. Ideals are free, love is free, and there is a lot of quality space to choose from for everything in basic necessities of life. But in the end, ideals cannot be realized. In line with Quan, you can choose everything you need but you can’t afford to choose everything, and you are still limited to your ability. And human abilities are related to innate genetics. From this point of view, is freedom always empty talk? Equality and justice advocated Although we have the soil that can be realized, it can only become a fashionable concept because of the poor seeds. So what is the meaning of our progress? The progress of thought is far from saving mankind. What do you think, Yan Song? "

Yan Song: Confused. Another example is this: "Student Yan Song, I discussed it with my parents yesterday. Although your mother is an academician and your father is a legend, your two brothers are very good. Delicate, but we still agree that you are a bit stupid, and you don’t seem smart enough to get along with others. Obviously, you are not a good match for me. Therefore, I unilaterally inform you that I have decided not to have a crush on you. Please don’t harass me in the future .” Yan Song: Confused. Of course, the most common ones are like this: "Yan Song, what does your elder brother like to eat, what to wear, what movies to watch, what songs to listen to, what, your elder brother has a girlfriend. What song are you listening to?"

Yan Song: "..." In view of the endless emergence of such characters, Yan Song often goes to confess to a senior who claims to have been baptized in a seminary. The senior is as gentle as a breeze and as handsome as a pine willow. He can understand what she says, and he can pick up what she says , Every word of comfort is like a firm iron, making people feel extremely submissive. But there is something wrong with it. The senior's surname is Gu. Her father said, if you meet someone surnamed Gu at school, you will run away, stupid. Why, Dad? Because our family has a feud with the Gu family.

Although Gu Xuechang's eyes are bright like stars, his lips are red and his teeth are white, he is very attractive. Looking at her, he looks like he is encouraging her to confess, but... I have to listen to my father's words, so the little girl Yan Song has been hesitating, whether to confess, what? Confession, until one day, when Yan Song was going down the stairs while listening to a song, when he staggered and slipped into Gu Xuechang's arms, his eyes met, his feelings were as strong as wine, and his love as mellow as tea, the little girl felt that the time had come.For Romeo, even if it is Juliet.

She stayed up three nights and wrote a love letter.The love letter said: "No one has ever seriously said, Yan Song, you are a cute girl who can shine, but you have said; no one has ever talked to me seriously, just because Yan Song is Yan Song, not because of anything else, But you did it; no one has ever seriously told me, Yan Song, look, spring is here, the wind is refreshing but not clingy, the sparrows are gray but plump, the grass turns green and the flowers are budding, There are peaceful smiles on everyone's faces. It's great that we go to work hard and go to the inside of life, isn't it?

"I did a proof question to prove whether I can like you, the answer is as follows: "You can and you like it, or you can't and you like it. "So, yes or no, I like you." Yan Song thought she had written a touching love letter, and the script looked serious. She planned to stuff it into Senior Gu's desk when there was no one in the evening, but the spicy meal changed everything. A storm. Yan Song ate Malatang on the way to the classroom.A small table by the side of the road with one leg broken, two people sitting opposite each other.The person across from him also ate a bowl of Malatang, but this was a simple bowl of Malatang, compared to Yan Song's bowl filled with rice balls that added beef balls and fish balls and fish tofu instant noodles, that bowl There are only green vegetables and radishes in it. But Yan Song felt that the Malatang on the opposite side was more delicious, at least the appearance of being eaten by that person made people feel that it was very, very... delicious. Yan Song was enticed by a bowl of Mala Tang, and the love letter she was holding was passed to the person opposite without anyone knowing it. When she came back to her senses, the boy who was as beautiful as a mountain and as beautiful as a brocade and as bright as the sun had already seriously extended a white and strong hand, and he said: "I promise to date you, Yan Praise classmate." When she came back to her senses, she had another boyfriend. On the second day, Yan Song consulted his little uncle, who had been a monk for many years and suffered from alcohol and meat, but he didn't get any good advice, so he called his mother again at night. "Mom, I'm in love." There was silence on the other side for a while, and then Yan Song heard screaming: "Stupid what are you talking about?! You have a boyfriend?! Who abducted you! Damn I'm going over now, I'm going to fight him? ! No! I want to call the police! You just stand there and don't move!" Apparently her dad secretly answered her mom's phone. Yan Song sighed and acted like a baby: "Father, Daddy, I miss you so much." The other end of the phone was full of tears: "Dad, Dad, I really want to be stupid, your elder brother and second brother are not fun, not as cute as stupid, my son, when will you go on vacation? Dad misses you so much, my son. Dad came from France yesterday. I brought you a small skirt when I came back, come back quickly." Yan Song's heart was about to melt, he coaxed his father with soft words for a while, and then hung up the phone. Yan Xi on the opposite side was sentimental for the little girl who went to study in H City, and seemed to have forgotten the beginning of this conversation. Ah Heng called his daughter back at night, and Yan Song told his mother what had happened again. Ah Heng thought for a while, and made a suggestion: "Mom suggests that you at least see clearly who you really like." "What's a real liking, Mom?" "A need." "how is it like?" "When we are busy, we may forget everything, but when we are busy, the first person that comes to mind is the deepest need established in consciousness." "Dad you fell in love with because of need?" "Falling in love with your father at first sight is the most irrational thing I've ever done in my life. It's not just need." Yan Song had an extra boyfriend for no apparent reason, and only later did he find out that his name was Song Yan, who happened to be a different name from hers.But compared to the name "Yan Song", Song Yan's gold content is much greater.Song Yanao entered the school with perfect scores and studied in the Department of Computer Science. He once led a team to create many functional robots, represented the school in international competitions, and won prizes and soft hands.Yan Song often saw his name in various newspapers and periodicals, but he had never seen him, only heard his voice. Now after inquiring, I know that the most famous one is his face.Girls are so affordable, as long as they have a good-looking face, other things related to IQ, personality, and character can be automatically soft-lighted.Therefore, even if Song Yan's personality is unknown to outsiders, there are still a lot of people pursuing him. Although Yan Song and Song Yan exchanged phone numbers, there was no movement between them at first.A few days later, Yan Song was clearly still hesitating whether to take the initiative to contact, return a love letter, and formally apologize, but Song Yan had already called and asked her to go to Wulihe outside the city to play. As soon as Yan Song heard Song Yan's voice, his legs went limp, and the dizziness from watching him eat Malatang returned, and he nodded like a chicken pecking rice. When she arrived, Song Yan was already sitting by the river fishing like an old monk in meditation.Next to it were willow trees and peach trees, and the breeze was smooth. Yan Song smiled slightly, and his tense mood just now relaxed instantly. She said: "The weather is really nice today, Song Yan." Song Yan said: "Yes." Then he continued to stare intently at the water and the ripples that would come at any moment. Yan Song didn't bother him, and sat quietly. When he turned around, he saw a small windmill made of delicate hard-shell colored paper beside him, so he looked at it curiously. Song Yan handed over the small windmill: "Today, the south wind is at the second level, and the airflow is constant. I just folded it and gave it to you." Yan Song was stunned, and took the small windmill, facing north and south, and sure enough, the small windmill began to spin slowly.Yan Song seemed to recall the good memories of his childhood, stood up, ran towards the direction of the wind, and the small windmill turned even faster. For the first time, she felt that running is also an interesting thing, so she smiled unconsciously. Song Yan caught four fish that day, two were grilled and two were stewed.Yan Song felt that the grilled fish was fragrant and tender, and the boiled soup was delicious and sweet, and then he looked at Song Yan with unusual softness. When the sun was warmest, they lived in a corner by the tree and fell asleep soundly. Yan Song had a dream. She dreamed of herself in her mother's arms when she was a child.When he woke up, he was inexplicably moved. Song Yan is really a warm person, although he is a bit quiet. It seems that on this day, the mode of getting along between the two started.Song Yan always asks Yan Song to come out on weekends, Yan Song accepts the appointment, and the two spend a day together in a comfortable mood and environment. Every time Song Yan will give her a small handmade gift, it doesn't look hard, probably right For him, it's all simple things.After all, she was his girlfriend in name, so it seemed right to think carefully about making her happy. At first he was more serious, and when he became more familiar, he would smile at her.When Song Yan smiled, his eyebrows seemed to be smudged by the sun, which made Yan Song feel cute and handsome. Later, when he got more familiar with it, he would even make some simple little robots and bring them to her. Then Yan Song looked at the little robots mechanically walking around on the grass, clicked, turned around, and walked again. Walked away, and then burst out laughing inexplicably. When we were together with Song Yan, time passed quickly, so Yan Song looked forward to every weekend.The classmates who are familiar with her know that she has a date, but they don't know who this person is.After all, it's not just a bowl of mala tang that can casually summon a boyfriend. Let's not talk about such a magical and wonderful thing. This kind of getting along is like a dream. When they were in school, they had never met each other, and there was no chance to meet each other.She always saw him in TV interviews and in various newspapers, and the teenager led his team to gradually gather strength and authority.He aroused the admiration and admiration of everyone around her, but she was still that ordinary person.She became frightened and confused, and always felt inferior and strange.After falling in love for two years, Yan Song thought seriously: Why did he agree to her obviously wrong confession back then. Song Yan's little robot and a whole mountain stream where she can have fun can no longer make her laugh.Song Yanqing was indifferent, as if he would leave this mortal world completely and return to his own paradise if he could not see him one day.But as for her, after getting along like a trickle, she really began to rely on him and need him, well, after falling in love with him, how should she get away? Yan Song didn't even have the right to refuse this kind of unequal love.Planting the spark of doubt, Song Yan's every move made Yan Song into chaos.He never held her hand, touched her cheek, let alone kissed her. If the definitions of "friend" and "lover" are completely different, then "friend" is obviously more suitable for the way they get along. One day, there was a college party.Gu Xuechang, who had not been contacted for about two years and had entered the graduate school, also attended the party.After Yan Song had Song Yan, he drifted away from him. Although he was still so kind to others, seeing him now, she could only nod and smile. A sentence popped up in Yan Song's mind: I am the one who has a boyfriend. There was a slight blush on the little girl's face, like a freshly budded flower.Yan Song has always been considered a good-looking girl, after all she has such a good-looking and handsome father.Therefore, for good-looking girls, everyone feels pleasing to the eye when they see them. And people who have been drinking always love to tell their hearts. They are about to graduate from college, and the boys are a bit like hunters who are unwilling. After all, the lambs raised in captivity will soon go to a wider grassland, which they will probably never touch again. gentle and pure.Therefore, there were also one or two boys who confessed to Yan Song, but Yan Song refused very seriously, and then returned the other party with a glass of wine.The last one, walking with drunken eyes, was Gu Yi.Senior Gu's single name is "Yi". He said: "Yan Song, you probably don't know that every time I confess to you is also the most painful time in my life." Yan Song always thought it was a good memory. "I came to you because of my father's obsession. He asked me to get it because of his obsession with not being able to get it." Yan Song felt that he was in a daze again and couldn't understand at all. "It seems easy for me to seduce you into liking me, because you obviously can't resist someone who is gentle and patient with you and treats you as your own self. Your life is too ordinary, and your parents The older brothers are very dazzling. Their pampering makes you feel your unique value at home, but this value disappears once you go out of the house. So you are at a loss, you are distressed, and you cannot take off the extras that your parents and elder brothers have brought to you value, but you obviously cannot reach the peak with your own ability. You have been trying to convince yourself that I am the daughter of Yan Xi and Wen Heng, so I must be talented and capable, but in fact, you do not have this Kind of thing. You admit it, and then feel inferior. I bring you warm sustenance, let you face yourself, and you like me, it is a logical thing, isn't it? " Yan Song was overturned in the dust by a shocking mood similar to "grass mud horse". Gu Yi continued to speak leisurely and mockingly: "I'm going to get your confession book and then I will reject you and humiliate you severely, and I will also tell my aloof father, the love he wants, the love of soul and dream, But that's all. I'm ready, I'm so excitedly waiting for your confession letter, the joy of arriving soon tormented my heart, I watched you make up your mind and leave, that day, I waited for you One night. I thought you would come with a love letter in the next second, but you didn't. I thought you would tell me shyly that you liked me, but you didn't. In fact, it wasn't just that night, Every day after that, I didn't wait for you. You never looked for me again, and you never confessed to me again. Everyone knew that you fell in love with Song Yan, so I realized that you are your mother's daughter after all, you Inherited the same half-heartedness as her." Yan Song was ashamed to hear it, but everyone knew that the boy was Song Yan, but she thought she was hiding it well.But at the end of the hearing, the girl's face turned pale, she clenched her fists, and instantly punched Gu Yi's face, roaring: "If you say me, I will bear it. Why are you talking about my mother? My mother recruited you? Your father Abandoned my mother because of your mother, my mother didn't say anything, why is there so much nonsense in your family, you try to talk about my mother again, I can't beat you to death, you bastard!" Finally this time, she wasn't confused, it was the other person's turn to be confused. Yan Song reported to her father at night that she had beaten the son of the Gu family, and Yan Xi said, if it is not enough for father to send you to the battlefield, he will send two more bombs. The "two bombs", one reading a book and the other watching TV, rolled their eyes helplessly. They had exactly the same expressions, one was dazzlingly handsome, and the other was as gentle as water. Yan Song called Song Yan, who had a mobile phone between his neck and a pen in his hand.He put down the pen, listened patiently for a while, and said softly: "A Song, it's not important." "what?" "I said, what he said is not important. You are probably angry because you still care about him." Yan Song couldn't laugh or cry, she wanted to use firm words to explain her position forcefully, but Song Yan didn't seem interested, she just said calmly: "Sorry, I'm a little busy here, hang up first, call later." The stupid girl from the Yan family put down the microphone and lowered her head in silence.She doesn't know how to express her affection, but Song Yan, who has always been as gentle and rational as her mother, doesn't seem to care about her clumsy affection. Not to mention that she doesn't care about Gu Xuechang at all now, even if she does, this kind of care obviously does not become Song Yan. Yan's distress. He doesn't bother about her. But she has. She has many, many troubles, all of which are related to the word "Song Yan". She knew what her mother said about liking.She understood the need from the bottom of her heart, not because she couldn't do it independently, but with him, everything became a memory that she could remember. Song Yan is like a marker pen. Where he is, every page of poverty in her life is heavily marked with color, conspicuous and clear. Yan Song finally realized this, when she called Song Yan again, his phone had already been turned off. She waited for the weekend to meet him again, but his name never came out with the ringtone of the mobile phone.The girl was haunted by dreams, but it turned out that the previous life was just a dream. When he reappeared, it was the headlines of national newspapers a month later: "Big Z Song Yan vs Crazy Legion, Chinese Genius Finally Defeats American Robots." Song Yan's team won against the American Authoritative Robot Corps, and all parties have crushing advantages in performance.Yan Song smiled when he stood on the stage and raised the trophy to give a speech.She was proud of him and knew that this secret pride of love would soon be gone.Back then, neither he nor she had grown up, and looked as young as a young man, but now he and her are like a big tree and a mayfly.His brilliance is like a bright pearl, and he must not secretly throw himself into her arms. After Yan Song laughed, he began to cry. After a day or two of tears, he figured out something and cheered up to read.After reading it for a day or two, I became dazed again, sobbing in a daze.Ah Heng called his daughter and heard her cry once. She loved her very much, felt it in her heart, and cried with her sadly. Yan Song was very at a loss when she saw her mother who had never cried before. Instead, he stopped crying and promised Ah Heng to be a child who will always be happy and optimistic. After all, falling in love is just a trivial matter. Afterwards, Song Yan also called back, but both ends of the phone were silent.In the end, the two pondered and spoke at the same time.Song Yan said, you always talk a lot, so you should speak first. Yan Song said, then I told you, Ah Yan.Dear Yan, let's break up. Song Yan was silent for a long time, the girl bit her hand with her mouth, the snot and tears were all glued to the back of her hand, she cried like a fool. Song Yan didn't agree immediately, although he was silent, he was a gentle person inside.He said, in a few days, if you change your mind, call me. It is conceivable that Yan Song was also raised by a proud little princess, how could she call him like this.If you are underestimated by the person you like, this frustration may be branded for a lifetime. Like other girls, she studied hard and was recommended to graduate school. She changed her major after graduate school, studied psychology, and graduated with a master's degree in psychology. , became a psychological counselor.Mom and Dad retired early, but since they were young, they have been legendary, affectionate, and deeply loved by the world, and they have been loved by the world until now. My brothers all love each other, and they are happy with her, watching All of this is the most beautiful scene of the world's wealth and wealth. Yan Song gradually started to go on blind dates. She had a cheerful personality and was pursued by many good boys. Her parents took care of her and chose a good boy who was as ordinary and cheerful as her.During the engagement period, she picked out the wedding dress, chose the ring, and then made an appointment for the wedding. She was very busy for a happy occasion, but one day, she fainted at a crossroads, and her hurried steps suddenly stopped. At that time, it had been seven years since the youthful romance. Read the newspaper minus the science and technology version, read the news and skip the Z big news, she finally forgot that day.But, finally back to that day. When she woke up, a group of people surrounded her, and the kind aunt was fanning her with a newspaper. The aunt said, girl, you have heatstroke, try to see if you can stand up. The girl stared blankly at the words on the newspaper. A well-known American reporter interviewed the mechanical genius Song Yan and asked him when he was married to the American supermodel Du Rui. Song Yan smiled softly during the interview. The well-known reporter described that this handsome oriental man has stars shining in his eyes. He who has never been rumored to gossip with others probably really met true love this time. Yan Song is like a newborn child who sees a moving object and subconsciously grabs the newspaper lightly. She stands up and says I'm fine, please don't worry about it. But as she starts to walk and cry, the despair from years ago resurfaces. Hate myself for thinking that I could wipe everything away with a smile, but the sense of gap that cannot match him has never disappeared.Yan Song hates herself. She knows that her ability is limited compared to her parents. She knows that she and Song Yan are separated by a universe. does not love her. At least, when he sees her, stars twinkle in his eyes. When she was young, she loved to confess, and always felt that she was in a lot of trouble, but when she really had unconfessed things, those things that could be confessed were nothing more than girls' thoughts, and this unconfessed matter was really the secret of her life suffering. That bitterness is called lovesickness that is deeply in love. When Yan Song returned home, out of nowhere, he fell ill.She had many dreams, and every dream was on the bank of a river as blue as the sky, little robots clumsily walking in the rice fields, each robot walked up to her and handed her a note, a note Said, I love you ah. I love you. The girl who thought she was suffering from lovesickness woke up from the illusion, looked at the reality, and felt extremely bleak in her heart, took a few mouthfuls of Chinese medicine and western medicine, and then fell into a deep sleep again. A few days later, he was sent to the hospital. It was not lovesickness, but an intractable disease that was more intractable than lovesickness. A Heng frowned for a long time, and Academician Wen, who had never been troubled by illness in his life, sighed. Such illness not only caused her daughter's muscles to atrophy and her standing unsteady, but also made her look like a skeleton at a young age, and she was no longer beautiful.She put white clothes on for her daughter again, and returned to the institute when her temples were gray.Yan Xi ran around, traveling around the world, just to find the prosperous medical skills and save his little girl. Yan Song's fiancé is just an ordinary person. An ordinary person can only live with the icing on the cake, but cannot withstand the ups and downs. Naturally, he broke off the engagement in a hurry. Yan Song was very energetic for a while, and she sat up tremblingly and painted her eyebrows and eyes. She was as handicapped as an old woman, and her paintings were not good-looking, but she put on lipstick, sat upright, and asked Yan Xi: "Dad, how can I be?" nice?" Yan Xi smiled, stroked her daughter's head, and looked at her with clear, warm and loving eyes.He said: "Pretty, as good-looking as your mother." Yan Song took a breath and said, "Then I'm relieved. Mom is so pretty, and I'm as pretty as her. That's great." Brothers Yan Qi and Yan Jing took turns guarding Yan Song's window. They treated her as if she was a child, reading interesting books to her, and telling her the name of the newly blooming flower outside the window. Yan Song suddenly looked in the mirror one day, and saw that his hair was gray, and he was in pain. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he sat on the edge of the bed, softly leaned into his father's ear and said, "Dad, I feel so bad, let me go. Bar." Since her daughter was ill, Yan Xi didn't shed a single tear. Now she tried to persuade her indiscriminately, but she couldn't hold back anymore. She quickly walked out of the ward, sat at the door, and burst into tears. Ever since his daughter fell ill, Ah Heng has been staying in the research institute, and only visited her regularly in the evening. He came here in a hurry today, saw her husband sitting at the door crying, frowned, hugged him with tears in his eyes, and said softly: " It's okay, Yanxi, it's okay to be stupid." As if nothing happened, she fed her daughter, talked and laughed gently with her daughter, and even combed her beautiful braids. She behaved as usual. When she left, she turned her back to her and said firmly: "You It is the most worry-free child among the three of you brothers. I was in pain for a full 24 hours when I was born. No mother will care about this debt, but I care about it. I want you to pay it back; you were picky eaters when you were young and only drank breast milk As the saying goes, one drop of breast milk and one drop of blood, I want you to pay back this debt; you were a little fat man when you were young, and when you couldn’t walk, I pampered you and carried you on your back. You asked me if I was tired at that time, and I said no Tired, you asked me if I want to repay me, and I said my mother didn’t want it. Those are all lies to you, and my mother will be tired, and my mother wants you to repay me. Pay me back everything you owe me, don’t think about paying it back in your next life, In the next life, I will not be me, you will not be you, it’s all empty talk.” Yan Song's throat choked: "But, Mom, I don't know how long I can be your daughter." Ah Heng's eye circles were red, he took a deep breath, and said softly, "Give me another month, just one month, just one more month." Yan Song put her face between her knees, and as soon as she lowered her head, tears fell, she said, okay, mom. Even if it hurts? ok mom. As a guinea pig, Yan Song was sent to his mother's research institute. Ah Heng said, "This is a dying person who suffers from a strange disease that is rarely seen in ten thousand people. Please use your medical skills and heal her. I will treat her to everyone." Kowtow, if it can't be cured, I will carry her home." All the doctors in the institute have never heard Academician Wen say such heartfelt words, and it seems that there is no way out, only determination. Yan Song survived a month later, and her mother found the root of the disease and cured her.It was said that the disease came from heredity, Ah Heng thought for a while, and knew that the disease came from her husband who had been seriously ill once.The reason why the daughter's disease is more difficult to cure than her husband's is because she has the heart to abandon her life. A Heng slapped her daughter hard, and she said: "No matter who you are for, it is your fault that you are so timid and treat yourself so harshly. Your father and I have been looking forward to a daughter for more than ten years. He loves you like a pearl, and your father feels sorry for you when you cough. He yearns for freedom by nature, but the first thing he does wherever he goes is to buy you clothes and toys. He didn’t speak for a while on the sofa. He was never a crybaby. He cried a lot because of the pain he caused you, and half of his hair was white. You are young, and you are only obsessed. If you lack courage, you will become a coward, humiliating yourself, and me and your father. Our husband and wife depended on each other when we were young, and we are two people with one heart and one life. It doesn’t matter if you do as you please. But you are so young, why? Do you despise life so much?" Yan Song hugged Ah Heng and cried, "Mom, I was wrong." Ah Heng said: "You don't have to go home now, your father and I don't want to see you again for the time being. Anyway, the world is far away, you might as well see what the world looks like." Yan Song left home, looked at the white snow on the Alps, read the ancient books in the British Museum, stood on a European seaport and looked at the sea water that was rushing day and night, and sat on the Shinkansen in Japan to listen to the cherry blossoms in April. With her voice, she met many ordinary friends, and finally realized that being ordinary is not synonymous with incompetence.She finally understood that Song Yan back then was able to be so stable and peaceful because he knew the mysteries of the world and nature. It was her ignorance and hostility that forced him into a desperate situation where she had to give up on her. She was finally relieved and dialed the original number on her mobile phone. No matter whether he married Du Rui or someone else, she owed him a "sorry".But she guessed that he might not be the one who answered the phone. After all, it had been so many years, but there was only a long silence on the other side of the connected phone. Yan Song listened to the suppressed and intermittent breathing, and wondered that she seemed to hear it. Sad and flustered.Song Yan is not such a person. He has always been confident and open-minded, like Zeng Zi, a disciple of Confucius in the pre-Qin Dynasty, who has the ideal and ideal of "wearing light spring clothes, bathing by the Yishui River, stretching his arms to blow the wind on high slopes, and returning home singing songs all the way". Demeanor, probably not so, it's just that she heard it wrong. She paused, and then said: "Is it Ah Yan?" The other party still didn't speak, and didn't hang up the phone. Because of this, Yan Song was sure that it was him, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't help himself. After that, he whispered: "Ayan, I'm sorry." She apologized for her irresponsible abandonment back then. On the other end of the phone, he was just a boy who was just in love at the beginning, but now he is a mature and stable man. He spoke concisely and hoarsely: "One thousand eight hundred and fifty." Yan Song was surprised: "What?" The person over there was suffocated, and it took a long time to sigh softly: "I said to wait for you for a few days, and then I will think about it every day. After a few days, you can change your mind. After a few days, you didn't come back, so you waited for a few more days , I didn’t realize it at first, but I did the calculation casually just now, these many days have already been 1,805 days.” He was so downplaying, Yan Song was dumbfounded at first, and then cried like a fool. She called her dad and said, "I'm in love again." Dad told her, "It's a different person." She held a pair of jade-like hands and smiled slightly: "It's still the same one." Yan Xi opened his eyes wide, thinking in a daze, which one is it? He asked Ah Heng, and Ah Heng put his gray hair close to the gradually relaxing long neck. They have been together for half their lives, Ah Heng smiled, kissed the handsome face covered with wrinkles at some time, and said softly, that's not important. As long as the original heart is still there, it doesn't matter whether those who are present or not, those who stay in place or leave. What you really need, only you know. Yan Song once asked Song Yan: "Why did you agree to that confession letter so casually back then?" Song Yan said: "You said in your love letter, 'Yan Song, look, spring is here, the wind is refreshing but not clingy, the sparrows are gray but chubby, the grass is green and the flowers are budding, everyone There was a peaceful smile on his face. 'You looked at me and made me feel that if I reject you, the wind will stop and the sparrow will become thinner.' Yan Song was embarrassed: "That's what someone told me." Song Yan said: "When I first entered university, I was told that the Faculty of Philosophy's words and praises are very famous." "It's because Yan Song has famous parents and elder brother." Yan Song smiled, but now only relieved, relieved to let go of himself in the face of being an ordinary person. 宋延讶异：“他们告诉我，哲学院有一个秀美得像一幅画的姑娘，她的眼睛会发光。因为热爱助人，又不与人争强斗狠，所以特别招人喜欢。后来，他们还曾拉我去偷偷看你。” 言颂吃惊极了，从没有人跟她说过这样的话。 她几时也是别人眼中仰慕的对象。 她说：“那你那天……” 宋延微微笑了：“我还以为，你永远不会问我，从不吃辣的我那天为什么会出现在满是辛辣的小摊前。所以，你会不会写情书，情书写给谁，情书里说了些什么，又有什么关系。” “阿延，为什么没有主动找我？” “我怕你再告诉我，你要分手。拒绝一次，我骗自己这是假的。拒绝两次，我却不知如何挽回。毕竟，你是个优秀又开朗的姑娘，喜欢你的男孩有很多，从理性的角度，我想让你有更好的选择，可是从私人的角度，又不愿意放你离去，所以一直犹豫僵持在原地，自欺欺人，仿佛时间永远停止在我们还是情侣的那一日。” 言颂心中竟酸涩难忍，她知道自己大概真的误会了什么。爱上谁，谁便是那个眼中最优秀的人，饶是他在旁人眼中如何，竟都是没有什么干系了。 她耿耿于怀的只是外人的目光。 言颂擦去眼泪，深吸一口气：“阿延，为什么没有选择名模杜瑞，那是个极出色的姑娘。” 宋延说：“杜瑞是我君子之交的友人，记者李维斯问我，她是个大家公认的好姑娘，同她的婚期是否是真。我告诉他，我有了女朋友，她也是个好姑娘。我没有理由为了别的好姑娘而舍弃自己的好姑娘。” 毕竟，好姑娘很多很多，我喜欢的好姑娘，却只有那一个。 言家小女订婚时，双方父母才初初见面。 阿衡说：“宋延妈妈，你好。” 宋延妈妈两眼发光，害羞地躲在丈夫背后，探出头，看着昔日仰慕的女神：“温学姐你好，我姓阮。” 言先生说：“宋先生，你好。” 宋延爸爸淡淡一笑：“言先生，你好。不过，我不姓宋。” Ok. Ok? !