Chapter 18 first love part 2 first love 16 days

"Hello, who is it?" Jiang Guiming's next question caused Wen Jing to fall from the clouds to the ground. She sighed and said, "Hello, I'm Meng Fan's high school classmate." "High school classmate? You can't be his one..." Jiang Guiming said a little surprised. "I'm not his first love." Wen Jing smiled, "I'm a good friend of his first love." "I see! She's embarrassed to come forward, isn't she?" Jiang Guiming said heartily. "Yes, Xiaolan told me your phone number. You and Meng Fan are college classmates." Wen Jing listened to Jiang Guiming very seriously. He was obviously different from Du Xiaofeng. He was not so domineering, but very willful. It felt very special, like talking to a strange Du Xiaofeng.

"Xiaolan is really generous now! Yes, Meng Fan is my junior brother and my good friend. You want to know more about him, right? "Yes, we are collecting what he wrote." "When you saw "The Fragrance of Sophora Blossoms Again", you were moved? It was just a little bit, Meng Fan's feelings for that girl... I can't explain a sentence or two. I think you should know that people can stay when they are gone. An eternal thought. How about this, we can make an appointment to meet and chat, when do you have time?" Jiang Guiming issued an invitation. "I have it now." Wen Jing laughed at herself for being unemployed. Of course, she was also looking forward to this person who had the same voice as Du Xiaofeng.

"Then let's do it today. You choose a place, and I'll go find you." Jiang Guiming readily agreed, "By the way, what's your name?" "Wen Jing." Wen Jing said, "Warm Wen, quiet Jing." "Well, good name." Jiang Guiming pondered for a while, then smiled. 2 While waiting for Jiang Guiming in the coffee shop, Wen Jing actually had a little fantasy.Maybe it's because she hasn't been in love for a long time, and she even started to assume that little girls only like plots, such as Jiang Guiming is Du Xiaofeng, and he uses another identity to tell himself the truth about his betrayal.Obviously this is impossible, but when Jiang Guiming walked in, Wen Jing was still a little disappointed knowing the result.

"Wen Jing, right? Hello, I'm Jiang Guiming!" Jiang Guiming politely took out his business card, which had the name of the magazine he worked for printed on it. It was a well-known travel magazine, and it was much more famous than "Xia Lu". "It's amazing." Wen Jing exclaimed. "It means the name sounds nice. Back then, Meng Fan didn't care much about coming here. It's all routine here. If his writing would never be published in our magazine, you won't be able to read it." Jiang Guiming said with a smile. "Is he such a literary youth?" Wen Jing said in surprise.

"You don't know? His writing skills are a blockbuster in college, and the girls waiting to read his articles have to line up a classroom!" Jiang Guiming said while looking at the drink list, "Didn't he still represent your Chinese class when he was in high school? ?” "Oh, it seems to be." Wen Jing tilted her head and recalled that she could remember too little about Meng Fan. She vaguely had the impression that he collected his homework, but it was just a vague shadow on the desk. In the gap, there stood such a thin young man. "You are not qualified as a detective!" Jiang Guiming ordered black tea and said with a smile, "Hey, let me ask you, what was the name of his first love?"

"Your senior brother is not qualified either!" Wen Jing blinked and said. "I got counterattacked!" Jiang Guiming laughed loudly, "But it's not that I'm unqualified, That kid seems to enjoy the feeling of keeping secrets alone, and besides, it's not convenient to talk about it after having Xiaolan. " "Well, that's true. His first love is called Su Yuan, and we all call her Su Su. Think about it carefully, has he ever shown his feet?" "That said, I seem to have a little impression!" Jiang Guiming held his chin and thought, "Her name is not as good as yours, and I don't think I can remember it well after hearing it."

"Me? How common is my name!" Wen Jing said blankly. "No, I thought it was very good when I heard it. It's like a beautiful adjective. You see, a person like Meng Fan is warm and quiet. Isn't it appropriate to describe him as gentle and quiet?" Jiang Guiming smiled, and Wen Jing also smiled. At this moment, she forgot that Jiang Guiming's voice was similar to Du Xiaofeng's, and concentrated on recalling Meng Fan. "He shocked us all. It was the English poem he recited in that poetry anthology meeting, John Clare's." Jiang Guiming's eyes blurred, and he seemed to have passed through layers of time and returned to that university classroom again .

Inever was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so s sweet Herfaceitbloomedlikeasweetflower Andstolemy heartway complete My face turned pale as deadly pale, Mylegs refused to walk away, And when she looked "what could I ail?" My life and all seem med turned to clay And then my bloodrushed tomy face Andtookmyeyesightqyiteaway Three trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday I could not see easier things, Words from my eyes did start; They spoke aschords do from the string, Andblood burnt round my heart Are flowers the winter's choice?

Islove'sbedalwayssnow? Sheseemedtohearmysilentvoice Andlove's appeal to know now Ineversawsosweetaface As that I stood before: My heart has left its welling-place And can return no more. (Translation: At that moment, I was hit by love / So suddenly, so sweet / Her flowery beauty stole my heart completely / I was pale as death, and my legs refused to leave / When she looked sad, I The whole of life seems to be reduced to nothing. And so my face pales and my sight is no longer clear/The woods and bushes around me/Noon is like night/My eyes can no longer see clearly, words come out of them/Like a string of chords/Blood in my body Heart churned endlessly.

Are flowers the choice for winter?Is the bed of love also always the dancing winter snow?She seems to have heard my silent confession/But she didn't turn her head away from my love/I've never seen such a sweet face/Since the day I stood there/My heart has gone with her/Never again return. ) The Italian candle in the cafe was half burnt, and the faint candlelight shrouded Jiang Guiming's body, with a layer of mysterious transparency, as if he had traveled through time and space.Wen Jing stared at him blankly, her standard London accent produced an extraordinary echo, as if she had really seen the boy who recited this poem in a low voice in a certain afternoon.