King Jack Sue

Yan Ci pulled He Shuqian to the seat by the window where he often sat.

"Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" Yan Ci asked her.

He Shuqian sighed and lay down on the table: "I was rejected by Gu Xuan."

Yan Ci's heart beat fast.

"I know that emotions are accumulated over time. Chasing people should not be rushed. It has to be done little by little, so I am prepared for a long-term persistence. I found out where he currently lives and gave him a bouquet of calla lilies every day. , and later drew a stave on the card and sent it to him. I think since he likes calla lilies and piano music so much, I will definitely attract his attention and earn him some favors by doing this.”

He Shuqian propped her head on one hand, she looked at Yan Ci, her eyes were a little absent-minded: "Then I did that every day. On the first day, I was very nervous, afraid that he would just throw the flowers out, but he didn't, he accepted it I thought, he must not hate this kind of behavior, and then I gave him gifts every day, and he accepted them every day. Yan Cici, you don't know how happy I am when he accepts my flowers every day. "

Yan Ci didn't dare to look her in the eyes, bowed his head and let out a "hmm".

"Although boys usually give flowers to girls, it's the other way around for me, but I'm still very happy. Sometimes I will deal with the intersection of the eloquence club and the debate team, and I will see him, he I still smile at me as before, but I always feel that this person’s smile is like a barrier, invisible to distance you from him, and you can’t easily get close to him.”

"Recently, I was thinking about telling him that I was the one who had been sending him flowers all the time. Although I didn't have much confidence... But before I could say anything, he stopped thinking about it. He returned my flowers and cards, and returned my flowers and cards. Wrote me a sentence, 'My heart belongs to me, I am indebted to the wrong love'."

"So he always knew it was me," He Shuqian raised her eyelids wearily, "Yan Cici, I feel like an idiot."

Yan Ci was silent.

"Ah..." Seeing that Yan Ci didn't speak, He Shuqian buried her head on the table.

"Qianqian..." Yan Ci said, his voice a little dry.

"Huh?" He Shuqian looked up at him.

"Do you blame me?"

"Blame you? Why blame you? It's not your fault, it's just that he has someone he likes."

"If..." Yan Ci held back as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What if?" He Shuqian wondered, "Why are you hesitating today?"

What if that person is me?

"It's nothing..." Yan Ci still didn't have the guts to tell He Shuqian directly, he didn't dare to look at the expression on that pretty face.

"Milk tea for the two of you." Just as Yun Cai had prepared the milk tea and brought it over, the conversation between the two of them was temporarily interrupted: "Go and drink."

"thank you boss."

The two had nothing to say, they just picked up the milk tea in front of them and drank silently, each thinking about their own thoughts.Halfway through drinking, He Shuqian suddenly put down the glass and covered her face.

Yan Ci was stunned for a moment: "Qianqian?"

He Shuqian still covered her face, her shoulders trembling slightly.Yan Ci subconsciously judged that she was crying, and quickly put down the cup and sat next to her: "Qianqian, you..."

He wanted to persuade He Shuqian but didn't know where to start.

You are not the one who loves others so hard, and it is not you who can't get what you want, but you are the one who caused it. How do you persuade her?

He Shuqian lay on the table and burst into tears, tears falling down one by one, wet her arms.She cried very sadly, unable to control her emotions at all, and the other people sitting in the milk tea shop looked sideways.

Yan Ci felt that he should remind her, but seeing her crying so sadly, he was speechless.

"What's the matter, why are you crying?" Yun Cai heard the cry, "Yan Ci, why is she crying?"

"I..." Yan Ci closed his eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry."

Feelings are unreasonable and unreasonable.If I get it, I will be happy, but if I don’t get it, I will be sad; if you promise me, I will be happy, but if you refuse, I will be sad.It's so simple and rude, it's useless to persuade anyone.

So Yan Ci and He Shuqian changed positions, from the milk tea shop to the restaurant.He didn't order or buy food, and started to drink a few bottles of wine as soon as they were put on the table. To be precise, He Shuqian drank it, and Yan Ci watched her drink it.

Yan Ci remembered that He Shuqian didn't know how to drink when he first entered the school, and Luo Qi was their minister at that time, and a group of people from the planning department had a big drink when they first saw a dinner party.A boy in the department saw that He Shuqian was good-looking and easy-going, and wanted to drink with her. He Shuqian said he couldn't drink, but he was booed by a group of people. Just when she was in trouble, Yan Ci came over. The wine glass given to He Shuqian said that this classmate can't drink, so I'll drink it for her.

So Yan Ci and He Shuqian got to know each other like this.

He Shuqian knew that Yan Ci liked to drink and was good at drinking, so she asked him to drink with him from time to time, calling it exercise.Although Yan Ci couldn't laugh or cry, he basically followed her every time.

One time He Shuqian got a little drunk, and asked Yan Ci why he likes to drink while lying on the table. Yan Ci's answer at the time was to find inspiration.He Shuqian asked him what he was doing for inspiration, and he said writing poetry.

"Then why don't you write a song for me?"

Yan Ci really wrote a song for her.

The crows walk in the evening, the cold sword is cold, the boats are fluttering, and the bitter wine is frosty and windy.And laugh at three or nine times of timidity in his life, drunken guests are in a coma, old and sick Qiu Jiangye.

Lying on the end of the world, thinking about the crumbs, breaking the pen and writing, young and romantic.How to write the love of rivers and lakes?But it is untitled, the blood of the setting sun in the sea.

The half-drunk girl sobered up instantly: "Write poetry in seconds, and this operation?!"

Yan Ci burst out laughing: "I wrote this long ago, do you really think I wrote it on the spot?"

The song "Su Mu Zhe" was written by Yan Ci when he was in high school. After he wrote it, he showed it to his Chinese teacher at the time, but the teacher severely criticized it: "It's a bad work!"

You have never had the experience of wandering in ancient rivers and lakes, how can you write about other people's emotions?The children have never experienced anything in their families, so they pretend to be sad every day!False emotions, youth without worries, lack of writing skills, sensationalism!

Except for the lack of writing skills, Yan Ci disagrees with other points of criticism.

Yan Ci didn't argue at that time, after being scolded, he bowed to the teacher, turned around and left the office door.It's just that he never approached that teacher to ask him anything related to poetry in the future.

When Yan Ci was very young, he lived with his biological parents in Shanghai. His impression was that his parents always quarreled with each other every day. There were sounds of beating, scolding and crying at home, or the sound of pots and pans being smashed on the floor.His biological father was a superficial man who tricked Yan Ci's biological mother, who was still in college, into bed with his good-looking face and a decent job as a lawyer.Then Yan Ci's biological mother became pregnant with Yan Ci, and married that man in her senior year despite the opposition of her family.The bloody and sad stories are always the same. After marriage, all kinds of bad qualities of men are exposed, such as gambling, drinking, domestic violence, raising a mistress... Yan Ci's biological mother could not bear the humiliation, and finally chose to divorce.

Yan Ci sometimes felt that his mother didn't like him, because when that woman smoked, she would often say, "If only I hadn't given birth to you, it would be fine, and it would be cool to retreat after leaving, which is not as miserable as it is now."

Yan Ci doesn't like smoking, because when he smokes, he thinks of his mother and the look on her face when she said this.She had a lighted cigarette in her hand, her eyes were red, her face was sad, her long hair was draped all over her back, and the smoke rolled up and down, covering her face.

Some people always think that children's world is clean and carefree, but it is not the case. They also have dark moments, and once the darkness covers their hearts, it is difficult to get rid of it.At that time, Yan Ci rejected others, he was not talkative, his grades were not good, and the teachers and classmates in the class didn't like him very much.Come to school on time every day, sit on the seat, then keep silent, leave when class is over, also keep silent, classmates beat him and scold him for making fun of him, he is also silent, there is no expression on his face, just like a sculpture, only being The eyes will be red when the bullying is severe.Returning home with a dirty and miserable look, he wanted to clean himself up while his mother was not at home, but he would always be found.The woman who discovered the truth was always in a daze, and then covered her face and shook her shoulders and cried.

Later, Yan Ci's biological mother married another man, who was an architect. He was widowed and had no children in his early years. After marrying Yan Ci's biological mother, he was not very good to Yan Ci, but he was not too bad.Yan Ci was already in junior high school at that time. At the age of fourteen or fifteen, he had a sense of rebellion and did a lot of rebellious things, such as jumping over the wall, skipping classes, drinking heavily, fighting, and even staying with the gangsters on the street. , the grade was at the bottom of the whole grade, and the parents invited him more than ten times, but they refused to change after repeated admonitions until an accident.

One night in the first semester of the third year of junior high school, when Yan Ci came home from school, he saw a group of boys blocking a girl to pick off her clothes on a dark street corner.The girl cried and screamed and struggled like crazy.Yan Ci's blood surged instantly, he threw away his schoolbag and rushed forward to beat up the group of boys regardless.That was Yan Ci's heaviest injury, bleeding and fractures almost killed him.The leader of that group of boys was the son of a rich man in the city, and he used some tricks to get Yan Ci fired.Yan Ci's biological mother was just a weak primary school teacher who had no money, no power, and had no choice but to beg the principal.The principal felt sorry for his biological mother, but he didn't dare to offend the powerful, so he only pointed to another school for Yan Ci to transfer.

On the day when Yan Ci's biological mother came back after begging the principal, her face was tired and a little dull. She looked at Yan Ci for a long time, and then bent down to hug him. She called him, her voice was hoarse with the intention of suppressing crying. Yan Ci, mother is afraid.

Since then, Yan Ci has been like a different person. When he comes to a new school, Yan Ci no longer skips classes, fights and plays games, and only concentrates on studying. When others work twice as hard, he will work ten times harder. Originally, his foundation is so bad that he can't do it. However, he abruptly raised his grades to the first place in his grade within half a year, which surprised all the teachers and students in the school.

It turns out that a person can really push himself to this point.

Youth without worries, false emotions, sensationalism?

Yan Ci smiled mockingly, what do you know.

He is not a wandering wanderer, but he would rather be a wandering wanderer, alone, when he was old, sitting on a lonely boat, watching the afterglow of the sunset sprinkle a river, despite the sadness, empty and lonely.

That song "Su Mu Zhe" was not the best word he wrote, but it was something he could never forget, so when He Shuqian asked him to compose a poem, this song "Su Mu Zhe" was the first thing he thought of.