That broken love

Wen Qian is from Nanjing. She was born in a scholarly family. After graduating from university, she was assigned to be a class teacher in a primary school.Her conversation and manner are full of books, and her cultural background is quite strong.

Luo Jian, on the other hand, is a man who came out of the countryside. His parents are long gone. He started working for others after finishing junior high school. Yue holds that barely subsistence salary.

In front of Wen Qian, he felt that he was only relying on the toad, and that mixing and matching the toad and the swan was simply too unreasonable a big joke.

What made Luo Jian even more embarrassing was the night when the two met to watch a drama. That day, the school gave each teacher a theater ticket. Because Teacher Zhang in the next class couldn't go, she gave the ticket to Wen Qian. Wen Qian is taking this opportunity to invite Luo Jian to accompany her to watch a play, and to make Luo Jianmei's fart.

Tonight, "Romeo and Juliet" will be staged in the theater. Since it is a romantic drama, couples naturally account for the majority of the audience.With the dim lights in the theater, the atmosphere became extraordinarily ambiguous.

Wen Qian gently approached Luo Jianjian, but saw that the man was sitting upright and knocking on melon seeds, and occasionally turned her head to look at Wen Qian, who was a small bird, and at most she smiled unnaturally and asked: "What are you doing?" Thirsty? Shall I go get a drink?"

Wen Qian pouted her lips secretly, and said angrily, "I'm not thirsty, but a little cold."

"Is it cold? Are you wearing a lot of clothes? The weather forecast says it's going to heat up today, how many degrees is it?" Luo Jian looked serious.

Wen Qian sighed: "It's fifteen degrees."

"Oh, that's right! Look at my memory, haha!" Luo Jian laughed loudly, looking at Wen Qian who seemed unhappy, suddenly realized something, hurriedly took off one of his coats and put it on her, and asked with a smile : "It's not cold now!"

"It's not cold anymore..." Wen Qian forced a smile, it's no wonder that she isn't cold, but her heart is so cold, why doesn't this person understand romance at all?I really wonder if he is the new generation born in the [-]s?I hope this true love drama can arouse his romantic feelings!

"What are you talking about playing tonight? What about Luo and Zhu? What time does the show start?" The thick-lined guy next to him asked impatiently.

Wen Qian explained to him patiently: "Romeo and Juliet, they are a couple."

"Romeo...hehe, he happens to have the same surname as me!" Luo Jian smiled smugly, and did not forget to tease Wen Qian, "That Juliet's surname is Zhu. It would be great if her surname was Wen!"

Wen Qian burst out laughing, thinking he was joking: "Oh, that's wrong! His surname is neither Luo nor Zhu."

Luo Jian said solemnly: "Hey! That's weird. Isn't one of them named Romeo and the other Juliet? Isn't it just that one is named Luo and the other is named Zhu?"

"They are foreigners, Italians, how could they have Chinese surnames? You laughed so hard!" Wen Qian kept laughing while covering her mouth.

Luo Jian was confused: "Then they... are not foreign!"

Wen Qian looked at this handsome and idiotic man and asked, "Do you know Shakespeare?"

"What is Biya?" Luo Jian was confused when he heard the consonant sound, and couldn't help feeling secretly anxious. He seemed to have heard this word before in school.Luo Jian really regretted why he didn't listen carefully. If he could travel back, he must figure out the meaning of these four words.

After figuring it out for a long time, I said in a daze, "I really don't know what Biya is, but I seem to have heard of it before... What is Biya?"

At first, I thought he was deliberately amusing, but seeing him thinking seriously, Wen Qian fainted a little, my God, is this person a visitor from an alien planet?

Suddenly, I heard two chuckles from the seat behind me. Although the sound was not loud, they were heard by the two of them. At the same time, they looked back and saw a pair of gentle-looking young men and women sitting in the back row. Looking at the two of them, they were whispering and laughing about something.

Wen Qian squeezed Luo Jian's arm secretly, and whispered: "Shakespeare is a British poet and playwright!"

Luo Jian suddenly realized, but he never called for these nonsense, and he was already impatient. Hearing that the man in the back row was obviously laughing at him, he couldn't help but glared at the man and asked, "Are you laughing?" what?"

The man said disdainfully: "Why are you staring? I'm laughing at an illiterate bumpkin. What's bothering you?"

This sentence made Luo Jian lose face, not to mention that in front of Wen Qian, a burst of anger surged up, he stood up and cursed: "Damn you, tell me to try again?"

The man stood up abruptly and looked at him: "Keep your mouth clean when you speak! Don't open your mouth and shut it up, it's like eating shit! Grandpa won't listen to you!"

"You fucking say it again?" Luo Jian's eyes were staring like cowbells, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. That powerful big man and his cannibalistic eyes really shocked the people around him. Luo Jian Ignoring other people's emotions, without saying much, he grabbed the man by the collar and raised his fist to punch him.

Wen Qian hurriedly grabbed him, stomped her feet and said, "Don't be so impulsive! It's not worth fussing over with such an unqualified person!"

The man on the opposite side was arrogant and domineering: "What's the matter? Hit me? If you have the ability to hit me on the head, hey, a bumpkin!"

Luo Jian suddenly thought that if he really beat this girl up, the police would be alarmed, and if he didn't pay for the medical expenses, he would have to get into trouble, which would be too worthless.

Frowning, he couldn't help thinking of Luo Yu again, thinking that his younger brother was still waiting for him at home, he felt as if a needle had been pricked in his heart, he gritted his teeth secretly, and finally put down the fist that was raised high in resentment.

In some cases, it is impossible to solve the problem by force alone, but it will cause more troubles.The measure of a person's inner strength depends entirely on the word "forbearance".

Suppressing his anger, he returned to his seat, feeling unspeakably awkward.A date that was supposed to be romantic ended up being boring.

It was already past 10:30 in the evening when we got home, and the slight sound of unlocking the lock woke Luo Yu from the bed.

In fact, he didn't fall asleep at all, turned over and lay down on the bed, looked at Luo Jian and asked, "Brother, what movie did you watch, is it good?"

As soon as Luo Jian mentioned this, he became very angry, and immediately cursed angrily: "What a fart! Fucking two fake foreign devils, they have been nagging for a long time, and I feel aggrieved!"

"Oh..." Luo Yu turned over in boredom and closed his eyes facing inward. He heard the sound of his brother washing and undressing behind him. After a while, his brother climbed onto the bed and got under the covers.