Chapter 120: Extraordinary Eight: Little Girl's Marriage

【One】
When Yan Song thumped and knelt in front of her uncle, her younger uncle knocked on Muyu's eyelids without lifting it.
"Buddha, save me." The girl grabbed the gray monk's robe, tearing her nose and tears.
"What's the cause of the donor?" The beautiful and white Buddha's voice was gentle, but his tone was not sincere, and he gently pulled back his robe.
"Buddha, I like two boys. I don't know who I should choose."
"donor……"
"Buddha, it's like this. A is the senior of my college. He is also a part-time pastor. So I often ask him to confess and complain about my two very popular brothers. Because of them, I am in the girls group. With the pressure, sugar-coated cannonballs, and goodwill I shouldn’t bear at my young age, I don’t know whether my popularity is because I have two good brothers or my own charm."
"The donor, according to the poor monk, your good popularity comes from your second brother. After all, he looks better. Your brother, to be honest, it's really ugly. It's so good to be carved out of a mold with your dad... …ugly."
"Buddha, the point is not this. The point is that Senior A is always very patient and gentle to persuade me, so I gradually fell in love with him. Then, on the day I was preparing to confess, I met alumni B. He silently ate a bowl of Mala Tang in front of me. Yes, I also ate Mala Tang. That Mala Tang was quite delicious, but I had a nose and a mouthful of oil when I ate it, and he was full of grace. Bai Yueguang. He is... the best-looking boy I have ever seen eating Mala Tang. Then, I like B again... Now, I like both senior A and alumni B, so, Buddha, what should I do."
The Buddha gently stroked his niece's white face, which was so young and so cute. He asked her: "According to the poor monk's opinion, the matter should be simple and easy, and the heart should be light and light. Too difficult is not the most correct. Then, the question is, A and B, who likes the donor?"
The little girl was holding her monk’s robe and wiping her nose, as she did when she was a child. She told the Buddha in front of her seriously, and replied earnestly:
In fact, maybe, in fact, they don’t like me. So, Buddha, what should I do? do?"
The Buddha didn't say a word for a while, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened his eyes for a long time, and said gently: "If you don't like you, my uncle will help you curse them to become frogs in the next life, so that they will all be dumb and stupid."
【two】
Yan Song asked the Buddha and returned 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. Yansong looks and personality is very similar to her mother, but her academic performance is absolutely inferior to her school tyrant mother. Since she was a child, she has been spoiled by her father's heart and soul. She has become more difficult to study. After the college entrance examination, she barely read Z. Big, and my major is very reluctant-philosophy.
The Department of Philosophy has been amazing since ancient times. It is said that three and a half people went crazy in the history of University Z. Three students studied philosophy, and half came from the School of Law, a good neighbor that has remained unchanged for a century. The so-called environment affects personality.
The students of the School of Philosophy agreed that Yansong had an ignorant face, and that ignorance is more polite, but in fact it is a face that is always stubborn.
For example: "Say, do you like Nietzsche or Rousseau or Hegel or Voltaire or Aristotle, Nietzsche is too mad, Rousseau is too ideal, Voltaire is not good, and Hegel personally thinks that he is too popular Aristotle was born in the wrong time, do you think?"
Yan Song: stunned.
Another example: "This era is complimented as an era of freedom, ideals are very free, love is very free, there is a large room for quality choices for everything in food, clothing, housing and transportation, but in the end, ideals cannot be realized, and love still depends on money. In line with Xiang Quan, you can choose everything you need to choose from, but you can’t afford to choose everything. It’s still limited to your ability. And human abilities are related to innate inheritance, so from this perspective, is freedom always empty talk? Advocating equality and justice Although there is realizable soil, but because the seed is not good, it can only become a fashionable concept. So what is the point of our progress? The progress of thinking is far from saving mankind. What do you think, praise? "
Yan Song: stunned.
Another example: "Classmate Yansong, I discussed with my parents yesterday. Although your mom is an academician and your dad is a legend. Both of your brothers are very good. Although your family is prominent, although you barely grow up Qingxiu, but we still agree that you are a bit stupid, and you don’t seem to be 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 crush you. Please do not harass me in the future. ."
Yan Song: stunned.
Of course, the most common is this: "Say what your eldest brother likes to eat, dress and watch movies, listen to what songs, what, your eldest brother has a girlfriend, oh it’s okay, then say what your second brother likes to eat, dress and watch movies. What song?"
Saying: "..."
In view of the endless emergence of such characters, Yan Song often confessed to a senior who claimed to have been baptized in the seminary. The senior was gentle and handsome as a pine and willow. He could understand everything she said, and he could answer whatever she said. Every word of comfort is like a firm iron, which makes people very convincing.
But there is something wrong.
The senior's surname is Gu.
Her dad said that he would run away when he met Gu in school, stupid.
Why, dad?
Because our family and Gu family have a feud.
Although Senior Gu’s eyes are bright as stars, her lips are red and her teeth are white, her expression seems to encourage her to confess, but...Daddy’s words can’t be ignored, so Yansong’s little girl has been hesitating whether to confess or not. Confessed, until one day, when Yan Song was listening to a song while going down the stairs, when a stumbling slip fell in the arms of Senior Gu, his eyes met, the meaning was as strong as wine, and the love was as mellow as tea, the little girl felt that the time had come. For Romeo, even if it is Juliet.
She stayed up for three nights and wrote a love letter. The love letter said: "No one has ever seriously said that you are a lovely girl who can shine, but you have said; no one has ever talked with me seriously, just because the words are words, not because of anything else, But you did it; no one ever told me seriously, Yan Song, you see, spring is here, the wind is refreshing and not clingy, the sparrows are gray but chubby, the grass turns green and the flowers are budding. There was a peaceful smile on everyone’s faces. We rushed to work hard, and rushed to the inside of life. This is great, isn’t it?
"I did a proof question to prove whether I like you or not. The answer is as follows:
"You can and like it, or you can't and like it.
"So, yes or no, I like you."
Yan Song admitted that she had written a touching love letter. The script looked serious. She was going to squeeze into Senior Gu’s desk in the evening when there was no one, but the hot meal changed it. It was a storm.
Yan Song had a spicy meal on the way to the classroom. The roadside table with one foot was broken, and two people sat facing each other. The person on the opposite side also ate a bowl of Mala Tang, but this is a simple bowl of Mala Tang. Compared with Yan Song, a bowl full of beef balls, fish and instant noodles with fish tofu, that bowl. There are only greens and radishes.
But Yan Song felt that the Mala Tang 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 so worried by a bowl of spicy and spicy sauce that she was holding the love letter, just like that, unconsciously handed it to the opposite person.
When she came back to her senses, the young man who was on the other side as beautiful as the mountains and beautiful as the sun had stretched out a white and powerful hand very solemnly. He said, "I promise to associate with you, praising classmates."
When she finally recovered, she added a boyfriend.
On the second day, Yan Song consulted with his little uncle who had been a monk for many years and had drunk meat and intestines, but did not get good advice, so he called his mother in the evening.
"Mom, I'm in love."
The other side was silent for a while, and then Yan Song heard a scream: "What are you saying stupid?! Do you have a boyfriend?! Who kidnapped you! Damn Laozi will pass now, I want to fight him? No! I want to call the police! You stand there and don't move!"
Apparently her dad secretly answered her mother's phone.
Yansong sighed and acted like a baby: "Dad, dad, stupid miss you so much."
The other end of the phone gleamed with tears: "Dad and dad want to be stupid. Your eldest and second brothers are not fun. They are not stupid and cute. When do you go on vacation, my son, my father misses you so much. My son's father came from France yesterday. I brought you a small skirt. Come back soon."
Yansong's heart was about to melt, softly coaxed my father for a while before hung up the phone.
Yanxi on the other side was sentimentally sent to H City to study, and she seemed to forget the beginning of the conversation.
A Heng called his daughter back tonight, Yan Song told his mother what happened again. A Heng thought for a while and made a suggestion: "Mom suggests that you should at least see clearly who you really like."
"What is a real liking, mom?"
"A need."
"how is it like?"
"When we are busy, we may forget everything, but when busy in the past, the person that first appears in your mind is the deepest need established in consciousness."
"Dad you fell in love with because of need?"
"Fell in love with your dad at first sight is the most irrational thing I have ever done in my life. That...not just need."
【three】
Yansong had an extra boyfriend for some reason, and only later learned that his boyfriend's name was Song Yan, and her name happened to be missing. But compared to the name "Song of Words", Song Yan's gold content is much greater. Song Yanao entered the school with a perfect score and studied in the Department of Computer Science. He once led a team to make many functional robots, represented the school in international competitions, and won the prize. Yan Song often sees his name in various newspapers and periodicals, but has never seen him, only heard his voice.
Now I know after inquiring that the most famous thing is his face. Girls are more affordable, as long as their faces are good-looking, other IQ, personality, and personality can be automatically softened. Therefore, even if Song Yan's character is unknown to outsiders, there is still a basket of people who pursue him.
Although Yan Song and Song Yan exchanged phone numbers, they did not move at first. After a few more days, Yansong 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 for a tour.
When Yan Song heard Song Yan's voice, his legs softened, and the dizziness he felt when he ate Mala Tang came back again.
When she arrived, Song Yan was already sitting on the riverside and fishing like an old monk. Next to the willow tree, the peach tree is slender, and the breeze is smooth, Yan Song smiled slightly, and the nervous 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 river and the ripples that came at any moment.
Yan Song did not disturb him, sat quietly, and turned around, but saw a small windmill made of exquisite hard-shell colored paper next to him, so he looked curiously.
Song Yan handed over the small windmill: "Today, the south wind is second level, and the airflow is constant. I just folded it and gave it to you."
Yan Song was stunned, holding the small windmill and heading north-south, the small windmill swayed slowly. Yan Song seemed to recall the fond memories of his childhood, stood up, ran in the direction of the wind, and the small windmill turned even faster.
For the first time, she felt that running was also interesting, and she laughed unconsciously.
That day Song Yan caught four fish, two grilled and two stewed. Yan Song felt that the grilled fish was tender and the boiled soup was sweet, and his eyes on Song Yan were unusually soft.
When the sun was at its warmest, they lived in a corner by the tree and fell asleep.
Yan Song had a dream. She dreamed of herself in her mother's arms when she was a child. When I woke up, I felt a little bit of emotion. Song Yan is really a very warm person, although he is a little talkative.
It seems that it was this day that started the mode of getting along with them. Song Yeon always made an appointment on the weekend when Yansong came out, and Yansong agreed. The two spent a day in a comfortable mood and environment. Every time Song Yeon would give her a small handmade gift. For him, it's all simple little things. After all, she is his nominal girlfriend, and it seems that it should be thought to please her carefully.
At first he was more serious, but 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 lovable and lovely, as well as extremely handsome.
Later, when he became more familiar with it, he would even make some simple little robots to bring to her, and then Yan Song looked at the little robots walking around mechanically on the grass, khaka khaka, turned around, and walked again. Walked, and laughed inexplicably.
When I was with Song Yeon, time passed quickly, so Yan Song looked forward to every weekend. Familiar classmates know that she has a date, but they don't know who this person is. After all, it's not just a bowl of malatang that can summon a boyfriend casually, this kind of magical and wonderful thing, let's not say it.
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 of intersection. She always saw him in TV interviews and various newspapers, and this young man 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 terrified and confused, and always felt inferior and strange. After falling in love for two years, Yansong seriously pondered: Why did he agree to her apparently wrong confession that year.
Song Yan's little robot and a whole mountain stream where she can spread joy can no longer make her laugh. Song Yanqing was indifferent, it seemed that one day he would completely leave this mortal world and return to his own paradise. But as for her, after getting along like a trickle, she really began to rely on him and need him. Well, in fact, after falling in love with him, how should she get out?
This kind of unequal love does not even have the right to refuse. The fire of doubt was planted, and Song Yan's every move caused chaos. He has never held her hand, stroked her cheek, or kissed her. If the definitions of "friend" and "lover" are completely different, then "friend" obviously fits the pattern of getting along better.
【four】
An occasional day, the college party. Mr. Gu, who had been promoted to graduate school without contacting him for about two years, also attended the gathering. After Yan Song had Song Yan, Yan Song drifted away from him. Although he was still kind to others, she could only nod and smile when she saw him at this time.
A word came out of Yansong's heart: I am someone who has a boyfriend.
There was a slight blush on the little girl's face, like a flower that had just embraced buds. Yan Song has always been a pretty girl, after all, she has such a pretty Peugeot father. Therefore, for a good-looking girl, everyone sees it and feels pleasing to the eye.
People who drink alcohol always love to tell their hearts. They are about to graduate from college. The boys are a bit like unwilling hunters. After all, the lambs raised in captivity are about to go to the wider grassland. They probably never touch it again. The gentleness and purity. Therefore, one or two boys confessed to Yansong, Yansong refused very seriously, and then responded with a glass of wine. The last one, walking in the drunken eyes, is Gu Yi. Gu Xuechang's single name is "Yi".
He said: "Song Yan, you probably don't know, every time I confess to you is also the most painful time in my life."
Yan Song always felt that it was a good memory.
"I came to you because of my father's obsession. Because of his unobtainable obsession, he asked me to get it."
Yan Song felt that he was stunned again, completely unable to understand.
"It seems to be a very simple thing for me to seduce you to like me, because you obviously cannot resist someone who is gentle and patient with you and treats you as an independent you. Your life is too ordinary, and your parents The elder brothers are very dazzling. Their love makes you feel your unique value at home, but this value disappears once you leave the house. So you are at a loss, you are troubled, and you can’t take away the extras that your parents and brothers brought you. But you obviously can’t reach the peak with your own ability. You have been trying to convince yourself that I am Yanxi and Wen Heng’s daughter, so I must be talented and capable, but in fact, you don’t have this This kind of stuff. You admit it, and then feel inferior. I bring you warm sustenance and make you face yourself, and it is a natural thing for you to like me, isn't it?"
Yan Song was overturned in the dust by a shocking mood similar to a "grass mud horse".
Gu Yi continued to speak with leisure and mockery: "I am going to get your confession letter and then reject you fiercely and humiliate you. By the way, I also tell me the aloof father, the love he wants, the love of souls and dreams. But that’s all. I’m ready, I’m so excitedly waiting for your confession letter, and the pleasure that is about to arrive tortured 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 next second, but you didn’t. I thought you would shyly tell me that you like me, and you didn’t. In fact, it’s not just that night. Every day after that, I did not wait for you. You never found me again, and you never confessed to me. Everyone knows that you like Song Yan, and I know that you are your mother’s daughter after all. He inherited the same half-heartedness as her."
Yan Song was embarrassed at first, but everyone knew that the boy was Song Yan, but she thought she was hiding it well. But at the end of hearing, the girl's face turned pale, clenched her fists, and instantly punched Gu Yi's face, roaring: "If you say me, I will endure it. What do you say to my mother? My mother recruited you? For your mother to abandon my mother, my mother didn't say anything, why is there so much nonsense in your family, you can tell my mother to try again, I can't kill you, you stink!"
Finally this time, she didn't rush, it was someone else's turn to rush.
Yan Song reported to her father that she had beaten Gu's son at night, and Yan Xi said that father sent you to the battlefield, not enough to send two more bombs.
The "two bombs" read a book and watched TV. They rolled their eyes helplessly, with exactly the same expression, a dazzling beauty, and a gentle gentleness.
Yan Song called Song Yan. Song Yan 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, his words are not important. You are angry about it because you still care about him."
She wanted to use firm words to explain her position forcefully, but Song Yan didn't seem interested, but said indifferently: "Sorry, I'm a bit busy here. Hang up first, and then call."
The stupid girl with her nickname 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. Don't say that she doesn't care about Gu senior at all now, or she cares. This kind of care has obviously not become Song. Yan's distress.
He doesn't worry about her.
But she has.
She has a lot of distress, and everything is related to the word "Song Yan".
She knows what it feels like to like her mother said. She understood the need that came from the bottom of her heart, not because she couldn't do it on her own, but because she was with him and everything became a memorable memory.
Song Yan is like a marker pen. Where he is, every page of her life is marked with color, conspicuous and clear.
Yan Song finally realized this. When she called Song Delay again, he had already shut down.
She waited to see him again on the weekend, but his name never appeared on the ringing of the phone. The girl is lingering in her dreams, but it turns out that Qianchen is just a dream.
When he reappeared, it was a national newspaper headline a month later: "Z Da Song Yan is fighting against the Crazy Legion, and the Chinese genius finally wins the beauty robot."
Song Yan's team won the authoritative American Robot Corps, and each performance has a crushing advantage. When he stood on the stage and raised the trophy to give a speech, he smiled. She was proud of him, and she knew that this hidden pride caused by love would soon disappear. Back then, neither he nor her grew up, looking at the youth as young and tender, but now he and her are like a tree and a worm. He is shining like a jewel, and he must not fall into her arms secretly.
After Yansong laughed, he began to cry, and for a day or two, after trying to understand something, he cheered up and read. After reading for a day or two, I was stunned again, and then choked. Ah Heng called her daughter and heard her cry for a while. She loved her very much and felt in her heart. She also cried with her sadly. He said that her mother, who had never cried, was crying, and she was at a loss. , On the contrary, he stopped tears and promised A Heng to be a happy and optimistic child forever.
After all, losing a relationship is just a small matter.
After that, Song Yan also called back, but the call was silent on both ends. In the end, the two groaned again. Song Yan said, you have always talked a lot, so speak first.
Yansong said, then I said it for you, Ayan. Dear Ayan, let's break up.
Song Yan was silent for a long time. The girl bit her hand with her mouth, her nose and tears were all on the back of her hand, she cried and became a fool.
Song Yan did not immediately agree. Although he was silent, he was a gentle person inside. He said, in a few days, if you change your mind, call me.
【Fives】
It is conceivable that Yan Song was also grown up by the proud little princess. How could she even call him such a call. If you are underestimated by someone you like, this disappointment may be imprinted for a lifetime.
Like other girls, she studied hard, was recommended to graduate school, changed her major, studied psychology, graduated with a master's degree in psychology, hurriedly rushed to the decline of a certificate, and then returned to the public hospital of B city to apply for the job, and then settled down. , Became a psychologist. Mom and Dad retired early in the morning, but since they were young, they have always been legendary, bright, affectionate, and deeply loved by the world. They have also been loved by the world to this day. My brothers have all loved them, and they will join her and watch. All this is actually the most beautiful scene of riches and riches in the world.
Yan Song gradually began to go on blind date. She has a cheerful personality and is pursued by many good boys. With the hands of her parents, she chose a good boy who is as ordinary and cheerful as her. She picked a wedding dress during the engagement period, chose a ring, and then had a wedding appointment. She was very busy for a happiness, but one day, she fainted at a crossroads, and her hurried steps stopped abruptly.
At that time, it had been seven years since I was young.
Read the newspaper minus the science and technology version, read the news and skip the Z Da Xin, she, finally forgot that day. However, finally returned to that day.
When she woke up, she was surrounded by a group of people. The kind aunt was fanning her with newspapers. The aunt said, girl, you have heat stroke. Try to see if you can stand up.
The girl stared at the words in the newspaper, staring blankly.
A well-known American reporter interviewed Song Yan, a mechanical genius, and asked him what months his marriage to the American supermodel Du Rui was.
Song Yan smiled softly during the interview. The well-known reporter described that this handsome and beautiful Oriental man had stars twinkling in his eyes. He who has never been rumored with others probably really met true love this time.
Yan Song is like a newborn child who saw the moving object and subconsciously grabbed the newspaper gently. She stood up and said that I was fine. You bothered you. But as she started to walk and cry, the despair of years ago resurfaced. I hate myself for thinking that I can get rid of everything with a smile, but the sense of gap that can't match him has never disappeared. Yan Song hates herself. She knows that her abilities are limited compared to her parents. She knows that she and Song Yan are separated by a universe. She even understands that this mismatch is not only due to her inability to be brilliant alongside him, but also from him. Don't love her.
At least, when he saw her, when the stars flickered in his eyes.
She loved confession when she was young, and always felt that she was in trouble, but when she really had unconfessed concerns, those things that could be confessed were just a girl’s thoughts, and this unconfessed thing was truly the concealment of a lifetime. suffering.
That bitter, named deep love into the elder lovesickness.
Yan Song came home, somehow, and got sick. She had many dreams. Every dream was on the riverside as blue as the sky. Little robots walked awkwardly in the rice fields. Every robot walked up to her and handed her a piece of paper. The above said, I love you.
I love you.
The girl who thought she was suffering from lovesickness woke up from the illusion and looked at the reality calendar, only to feel that her heart was extremely bleak. After taking a few mouthfuls of Chinese medicine and western medicine, she fell asleep again.
A few days later, when I was sent to the hospital, it was not about lovesickness, but a more intractable disease than lovesickness. A Heng frowned for a long time, and Academician Wen, who had not been struck by pain in his life, sighed.
That kind of illness not only caused her muscles to atrophy and make her stand unstable, but it also made her a flower-like age, but like a skeleton and no longer beautiful. She dressed her daughter in white again, and returned to the institute again when her temples were gray. On the other hand, Xi ran around and traveled the world, just to find prosperous medical skills and to save the little girl.
Yansong's fiancé is just an ordinary person. Ordinary people can only survive the icing on the cake, but can't survive the ups and downs, so naturally they retired in a hurry.
Yan Song was in great spirits for a while, sitting up and drawing her eyebrows and eyes tremblingly, she was inconvenient like an old woman, and her paintings were not beautiful, but she put on lipstick and sat upright, and asked Yanxi: "Dad, am I good? good looking?"
Yanxi laughed, stroked her daughter's head, and looked at her with clear, warm, loving eyes. He said: "It looks good, as good as your mother."
Yan Song breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I can rest assured. Mom is so beautiful, I am as beautiful as her, this is really good."
Brothers Yanqi and Yanjing stood in front of Yansong's window in turn. They treated her as a child, reading interesting books for her and telling her the name of the new flower outside the window.
Yan Song suddenly looked in the mirror one day, and saw that his hair was gray, his illness was pressing on his body, and he couldn't stand the pain. So he sat on the bed, gently lying in his father's ear and said: "Dad, you are stupid and uncomfortable, let go. Right."
Yanxi didn't shed a tear since her daughter was ill. At this moment, she could not restrain her by persuading her a few words. She walked out of the ward a few steps and sat at the door, crying.
Ah Heng has been soaking in the research institute since his daughter was ill. He only visits her daughter regularly in the evening. He hurriedly came today and saw her husband sitting at the door soaking in tears. He frowned and hugged him with tears. He whispered: " It's okay, Yanxi, with me, it's okay."
She feeds her daughter, talks and laughs softly with her daughter, and puts her in a beautiful braid as if there is nothing wrong with her. She acts as usual and unhurriedly. When she left, she turned her back to her and said firmly: "You It’s the most worry-free child of the three of your brothers. When I was born, I was in pain for 24 hours. This debt was not accounted for by my mother, 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, a drop of breast milk and a drop of blood, I want you to pay this debt; when you were a little fat man, when you couldn’t walk, I spoiled you and walked with you on your back. You asked me if I was tired at that time, I said no Tired, you ask me if I want to repay me, and I said my mother doesn’t. Those are all lie to you, and my mother will be tired, and my mother wants you to repay. You owe me everything you owe to me. Don’t think about paying it back in the next life. In the next life I am not me, you are not you, it's all empty talk."
Yan Song's throat choked: "But, Mom, I don't know how many days I can be your daughter."
A Heng's eyes were red, and he took a deep breath and said softly: "Give me another month, just one month, and stay on for another month."
Yan Song put her face between her knees, and when she lowered her head, tears fell. She said, okay, mother.
Still suffering from pain?
Okay, mom.
【six】
As a guinea pig, Yan Song was sent to her mother’s research institute. A Heng said,
This is a dying person. It’s a strange disease that is hard to see even after tens of thousands of people. Please use your medical skills and I will give it to everyone after he is cured. Kowtowing, if it can't be cured, I will carry her home."
Chinese physicians in the institute have never heard Academician Wen say such heartfelt words, and there seems to be no way out, only determination is left.
Yansong survived a month later, and her mother found the root of the disease and cured her. The illness is said to be inherited. Ahengluo thought about it and realized that it came from her husband who had been seriously ill once. The reason why the daughter’s illness is more difficult to treat than her husband is because she has the heart to give up her life.
A Heng slapped her daughter fiercely. She said, "No matter who you are for, it is your fault that you are so afraid and treat yourself harshly. Your father and I have been looking forward to a daughter for more than ten years. As a spoiled pearl, your father feels distressed when you cough. He is naturally longing for freedom, but the first thing he does is to buy you clothes and toys. He is still willing to be restrained by you. Later, I heard that the root of the disease came from him. He didn’t speak for a while on the sofa. He was never a crying person. He cried a lot to bring you sickness, and his hair was half white. You are young, and only when you are obsessed, you will be old forever, but on the contrary Without courage, I will be a coward, and I will be a coward, and I will be your father. My husband and I have been dependent on each other when they were young, and we are two people with one heart and one life. It’s okay to follow you. But you are so young, why So despise life?"
Yansong hugged Ah Heng and cried, "Mom, I was wrong."
A 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, you might as well see what the world looks like."
Yan Song left home, read the white snow on the Alps, and read the ancient books of the British Museum. She stood on a European harbour and looked at the rushing water day and night. She also sat on the Shinkansen in Japan to listen to the fall of the cherry blossoms in April. She met many ordinary friends, and finally realized that ordinaryness is not synonymous with incompetence, and that ordinaryness can also be interesting. She finally understood that Song Yan back then was able to be so stable and peaceful because she knew the mystery of the world and nature. It was her ignorance and hostility that forced him into the desperate situation of giving up her.
She finally let go and dialed the original call with her mobile phone. Whether he was married to Du Rui or someone else, she owed him "I'm sorry". But she guessed that he might not be the one who answered the phone. After all, so many years have passed, but the other side of the connected phone is just a long silence. Yan Song listened to the depressed and intermittent breathing, wondering that she seemed to hear it. Sadness and panic. Song Yan is not such a person. He has always been confident and open-minded. Like Zeng Zi, a Confucian disciple in the pre-Qin period, he has the ideals and ideals of "wearing light spring clothes, bathing on the banks of the Yishui River, blowing hair on Gaopo, singing along the way" Demeanor, probably won't be like this, but she got it wrong.
She paused, and then said: "Is it Ayan?"
The other party still did not speak, and did not hang up.
Yan Song was so ashamed that he was determined to be him, and then he whispered, "Ayan, I'm sorry."
She apologized for giving up irresponsibly.
On the other side of the phone, the boy who was only in love for the first time, is now a mature and stable man.
He spoke, succinctly and hoarsely: "One thousand eight hundred and fifty."
Yan Song was surprised: "What?"
The people over there choked and sighed softly after a long time: "I said I waited for you for a few days, and then I thought about it every day. After a few days, you can change your mind. After a few days, you waited for a few days without coming back. , I didn't notice it at first, and just inadvertently calculated it. These many days have already been 1,850 days."
He made such an understatement, chanting first stunned, and then crying into a fool.
【Seven】
She called her father and said, "I'm in love again."
Dad said to her: "It's a different person."
She held a pair of jade-like hands and smiled slightly: "It's still that one."
Yanxi opened her eyes wide and wondered in a daze, he asked Ah Heng, and Ah Heng brought his gray hair close to the slack neck.
They were together for half a lifetime, Aheng smiled and kissed the handsome face who didn't know when it was full of wrinkles, lightly speaking, that doesn't matter.
As long as the original mind is still there, it doesn't matter if those who are there are not there, whether they stay in place or leave.
What you really need, only you know.
【Eight】
Yan Song once asked Song Yan: "Why did you agree to that confession letter so casually?"
Song Yan said: "You said in your love letter, "Song, you see, spring is here, the wind is refreshing and not clingy, the sparrow is gray but chubby, the grass turns green, the flowers are budding, everyone There was a peaceful smile on his face.'You look at me and make me feel that if you refuse 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, others told me that the chants of the Academy of Philosophy were very famous."
"It's because Yansong has very famous parents and brothers." Yansong smiled, but now there is only relief. Faced with the appearance of an ordinary person, he also relieved himself.
Song Yan was surprised: "They told me that there was a girl in the Academy of Philosophy who was as beautiful as a painting, and her eyes would shine. Because she loves to help others, she doesn't fight hard, so she is very popular. Later, They even took me to see you secretly."
Yan Song was shocked, no one had ever said anything like this to her.
She is also the object of admiration in the eyes of others.
She said: "Then that day..."
Song Yan smiled slightly: "I thought you would never ask me why I, who never eat spicy food, appeared in front of the spicy food stall that day. So, would you write a love letter and whom to write to? What does it matter what is said in the love letter."
"Ayan, why didn't you take the initiative to find me?"
"I'm afraid you will tell me again that you will break up. If you refuse once, I lied to myself. This is false. I refuse twice, but I don't know how to recover. After all, you are an excellent and cheerful girl. There are many boys who like you. From a rational point of view, I want you to have a better choice, but from a personal point of view, I am unwilling to let you go, so I have been hesitant to stand still and deceive myself, as if time would never stop on the day we were lovers. ."
Yan Song felt sore and unbearable in her heart, she knew she might have really misunderstood something. Whoever falls in love is the best person in the eyes. Whatever he is in the eyes of others, he has nothing to do with it.
What she has to worry about is the eyes of outsiders.
Yan Song wiped away the tears and took a deep breath: "Ayan, why didn't you choose the supermodel Du Rui, that is a very good girl."
Song Yan said: "Du Rui is a friend of my gentleman’s friends. The reporter Levi’s asked me whether she is a well-known good girl and whether the marriage date with her is true. I told him that I have a girlfriend and she is also a good one. Girl. I have no reason to abandon my good girl for other good girls."
After all, there are many good girls, and there is only one good girl I like.
【nine】
The parents only met for the first time when the daughter of Yanjia got engaged.
Aheng said, "Mother Song Yan, hello."
Song Yan’s mother shone in her eyes, shyly hiding behind her husband, poking out her head, looking at the goddess she admired in the past: "Hello, Senior Sister Wen, my surname is Ruan."
Mr. Yan said: "Mr. Song, hello."
Song Yan's father smiled faintly: "Mr. Yan, hello. However, my last name is not Song."
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