The pot of jasmine slices I brewed for you may be a little too bitter.The Hong Kong legend I am about to tell you is probably just as bitter—Hong Kong is a beautiful but sad city. You pour a cup of tea first - be careful!You blew it gently with your pointed mouth.Surrounded by tea, you can see Hong Kong buses slowly driving down the asphalt mountain road.Behind the driver stood a man, holding a large bundle of rhododendrons.People leaned against the window, and the branches of rhododendrons stretched out of a glass window at the back, turning red.sit in the back seat Looking at Nie Chuanqing, a boy in his twenties.He is said to be twenty years old, but the corners of his brows and mouth are a bit old.At the same time, his narrow shoulders and slender neck seemed to be underdeveloped at the age of sixteen or seventeen.He was wearing a blue silk jacket, holding a book, sitting sideways, with his head resting on the glass window, with a Mongolian oval face, light eyebrows, hanging eyes, against the background of pink satin-like flowers Light, very feminine.Only his nose was too high, which conflicted with that delicate face.He held a peach-colored bus ticket in his mouth, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

The car stopped suddenly.He opened his eyes and saw that a classmate came up, Professor Yan's daughter Yan Danzhu.He frowned. He hated meeting acquaintances on the bus because he couldn't hear them talking as the car rumbled along.He was a little deaf in his ear, which his father had broken. Yan Danzhu probably had just washed his hair before it was dry, so he picked a path in the middle, and the ends of his permed hair were no longer curly, but fell straight down, like a red Indian kid in American cartoons.Her round face was tanned reddish gold.With thick eyebrows and eyes, he is not tall, but very plump.As soon as she got in the car, she nodded to him with a smile, walked towards this side, sat down beside him, and asked, "Going home?" Chuanqing moved closer to her, and only then did he hear clearly, and answered. Said: "Hey."

The ticket seller came over to ask for money, Chuanqing reached into his robe to take out his wallet, Danzhu said, "I'm a monthly ticket." Then he said, "What courses did you take this semester?" Chuanqing said, "It's almost the same as before. , not much has changed." Danzhu said, "Do you still read the history of literature taught by my father?" Chuanqing nodded.Danzhu smiled and said, "Did you know? I also chose this class." Chuanqing was surprised and said, "Are you going to be your father's student?" Danzhu laughed and said, "No! At first he refused! He couldn't do it. I used to have a daughter who listened to the class there, and he was afraid that he would feel embarrassed. On the other hand, he was used to joking with us at home, and when we came to class, maybe I relied on my own family members to ask questions and talk to him as usual. Nagging, he couldn't keep his face! In the end, I gambled on him and said: In his class, no matter what difficulties I have, I will never speak up, so he agreed." Chuanqing sighed slightly. He took a deep breath and said, "Professor Yan... is a good man!" Danzhu smiled and said, "Why? Isn't it good for him to be a teacher? You don't like his class?" Chuanqing said, "Look at my grades." Shanzi, I know he doesn't like me." Danzhu said: "Where did you come from? He is very strict with you, because you are from Shanghai, and your Chinese level is higher than that of students in Hong Kong. He often praises you and says you Just a little lazy."

Chuanqing turned his head and said nothing, and pressed his face against the glass.He couldn't be cumming on her all the time, listening to her with all his energy.If people see it, there must be some kind of misunderstanding.There were already quite a few gossiping people, because Yan Danzhu was always looking for him.At school, no one pays attention to him.He himself felt unpopular and avoided people more and more, but he couldn't hide from Danzhu. Danzhu—he doesn't understand her intentions, she doesn't lack friends.Although he has only studied at South China University for half a year, he already has a considerable status in the school flower team.Why is she willing to get close to him?He glanced sideways at her.A white wool waistcoat molded her thick breasts and small waist into a plaster cast.He turned his head away again and rubbed his forehead against the glass.He didn't like to see girls, especially healthy and beautiful girls, because they made him feel unsatisfied with himself.

Danzhu spoke again.He wrinkled his eyebrows and forced a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." She raised her voice and said it again, halfway through, he couldn't listen carefully again.Fortunately, he was used to being silent, so she didn't think it was strange if she didn't get his reply.She said a word at the end, but he managed to understand it.She lowered her head and just pulled down the fleece vest, pulled it off and shrunk it back up again.She smiled and said: "The day before yesterday I told you about the letter Dequan wrote to me, please forget it. Just pretend I didn't mention it." Chuanqing said, "Why?" Danzhu said, "Why? ...That's obvious. I shouldn't tell anyone about this. I'm too childish to hold a few words in my stomach!" Chuanqing leaned forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, just laugh.Danzhu also followed him and leaned forward a little, and asked solemnly: "Chuanqing, you didn't misunderstand me? I told you those words, and I definitely didn't want to boast. I——I had to talk to someone, because Some words are too uncomfortable to be bored in my heart... Like Dequan, I rejected him and lost a friend like him. I love to be friends with him, and I love to be friends with many people. As for other issues, our age Too young to talk about it. But...but they are all so serious."

After a while, she asked again: "Chuanqing, are you bothered?" Chuanqing shook his head.Danzhu said: "I don't know why, I don't say these words to anyone except you." Chuanqing said: "I don't know why either." Danzhu said: "I think it's because... because I treat you as a Treat it like a girl." Chuanqing gave a sour smile and said, "Really? You also have a lot of girlfriends, why did you pick me?" Danzhu said, "Because only you can keep Secret." Chuanqing gasped and said, "Yes, because I have no friends, no one to tell." Danzhu hurriedly said, "You misunderstood me again!"

The two of them remained silent for a long time.Danzhu sighed and said, "I said something wrong, but...but, Chuanqing, why don't you try to make some friends? You also have a companion when you play or study. Why don't you invite us?" Go to your house to play tennis? I know you have a tennis court." Chuanqing said with a smile, "Our tennis courts are rarely freed up for playing tennis. Most of them are full of clothes to dry. They cook opium there." Danjue paused, unable to continue. Chuanqing turned his head and looked out the window.The bus made a sharp turn, and the rhododendrons in the man's hand were shaken and flew wildly.When Chuanqing looked at Danzhu again, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "You're crying!" Danzhu said, "Why am I crying? I never cry!" But she finally asked sadly, "You... . . . You always make me feel like I'm breaking the law . . . as if I have no right to be so happy! Actually, it doesn't bother you that I'm happy!"

Chuanqing took the book in her hand, wiped the water stains on it, and said, "Is this the newly edited handout by Professor Yan? I haven't bought it yet. Do you think it's ridiculous? I read it to him." I still don't know his name." Danzhu said: "I like his name. I often tell him that his name is more beautiful than people." Chuanqing found it in the book, read it out and said: "Yan Ziye ..." He put the book down, tilted his head to think about it, picked it up and read it again: "Yan Ziye..." This time, he was a little hesitant, as if he didn't know the words very well.Danzhu asked, "Isn't it a good name?" Chuanqing laughed and said, "Okay, why not! I know you have a good father! Everything is good, but you are spoiled!" Danzhu spat lightly. With a cry, he stood up and said, "I should go down now. Goodbye!"

After she left, Chuanqing leaned his head against the glass window, as if falling asleep again.The person holding the rhododendron standing in front also went down, and there were no rhododendrons outside the window, leaving only the gray street.The background of his face changed, and it also seemed to be yellow and dark.