Chapter 103 leisurely leisurely (25)

On a very cold day, only the excitement at the dining table can warm people up. The aunties chatted openly, hearing them talk about homosexuality from various classmates, as if the stories of each year were melted into the food, and then chewed and savored.Apart from laughing occasionally, Wang Jing basically didn't speak.Her smile has a condescending meaning, which is the most touching.Her eyes are searching and fumbling, as if she is interested in everything.When our eyes met, it was as if I had become a book, a painting, being gracefully appreciated by her.It made me just want to check my mistakes carefully, lest there be something wrong that she would find out.The miraculous penetrating power in those eyes seemed to see me right away.Just looking at this, I can only think that I am a clumsy little brother and she is a calm big sister.What a blessing to have gotten to know her so much fun.Sitting next to her, you can see her beautiful side profile, but unfortunately there is no camera around me, so I can take pictures of the curiosity about the surrounding things.Wang Jing, it's past seven o'clock in the evening. After spending nearly ten minutes, I finally drew a light and light you.

You can see that the words "Nice to meet you" are neatly arranged in a line at the beginning and at the end.Within a few minutes of sending it, Wang Jing wrote back: I have heard some stories about you, seen your photos, and admired your poems.I dare not play with words in front of you, because I am not as good at controlling words as you are. Before meeting you, imagine what you really are like in life: a poet who is silent, melancholy, happy and good at expressing words.But I keep forgetting that you are also an ordinary boy, a child who is only two years younger than me—only experienced more.The first time I saw you, I felt that you were taller and brighter than I thought, but thinner, and even made me feel like a younger sister more often.The feeling you give me is not the same as your poems, there is not so much sadness, but the same is a vigorous and optimistic spirit.Although the fate is rough, you don't complain, but live a more active life.Not very talkative, but willing to communicate.What moved me the most was the closeness between you and your mother, or mutual trust and mutual dependence.A friend in need! It was an emotion I had never felt before.You can also email me if you want, of course if you are physically able.I took more time and just said what I wanted to say,

Thank you for your article! I gave her the reading article, and she returned the writing article to me.What a nice girl, plain text, plain person.Our relationship has just begun.One thing that makes me regret is that all these girls above are older than me, not only older, but also more mature than me, which should be inevitable.I'm so ignorant, it would be bad to find a girl younger than me.I remember I sent a text message to Hong, telling her that I had a new email address, and she was welcome to write.She texted back and said: Silly boy, tell me the address! This silly child calls her kindly, and her role as my big sister is settled.I write text messages to everyone to wish you a happy New Year, hoping that everyone will exercise, take me as a warning, and tell them that I will send an article to friends who have left their addresses on Valentine's Day.Zhuo Zhuo wrote back saying no, it would delay things.I asked her on purpose, is she saying that exercising will delay things? I have a new German chocolate here.She said, "No, it's your delay in sending letters on Valentine's Day, understand? I'm still a child!" She seemed to think of sending letters by my computer as a postman sending letters. Is it troublesome to send letters by computer? I wrote back "angrily" and told She: "How old are you and you call me a child? Didn't you just celebrate your 17th birthday? I'm going to have my 16th birthday soon, of course—it's a false age."

Finally, I have to talk about Yijie in Shanghai.I wrote an article during the Valentine’s Day winter vacation in 2004, called “Valentine’s Day, I Call Girls”, which tells the story of the two of us.Her paintings were hung on the wall of my Sino-Japanese ward.On the phone, I learned a lot of interesting things about Yijie School. She is a person who can make a lot of jokes.For example, because I love to sleep too much, I can sleep with my eyes closed and not fall down even when I sit upright in class, which gives the teacher an illusion.One day in the composition test, my good sister was "safe" for half an hour. The topic of the composition was doubtful about the value of learning, and she understood the value of "precious" as "rich".Another time, the teacher criticized the class cadre, saying that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The students all asked the teacher, which one are you?

She was in her third year of high school, and it was time to be busy with the college entrance examination and choosing a university. I called her to inquire about the progress, because she applied for the Shanghai Theater Academy a few days ago and discussed with us how to prepare for the program for the interview.As soon as she answered the phone, she first described the appearance of a painting to me and asked me to help name it.It is said that there is an elf sitting in a pile of red flowers with a depressed expression.I named it: Yi Jie sits in the flowers and is sad.She laughed and said it was a male elf.I said: Ziyou sat in the flowers and was sad.In the end, the two of us worked together to become a haggard falling flower.