as you meet

Ji Yusheng, who had been staring straight ahead, turned his head to stare at him in an instant, his face darkened, and his eyes seemed to hide the frost that had condensed on the flowers on the mountain in winter.

Ming Tuo was taken aback by Ji Yusheng's rare expression, and after a moment of stupefaction, he smiled as if he had suddenly encountered something extremely pleasant, the corners of his mouth twitched greatly, and he said, "I'm just joking." Then he Pretending to be casual, he patted Ji Yusheng on the shoulder and said, "I never thought you, a person in the business world, would care about our affairs."

Listening to Mingtuo's words emphasizing the difference between himself and them, Ji Yusheng smiled slightly and said, "I never thought that people who wanted to be painters before would become decadent poets." Then he asked him, "Didn't you want to be a painter before?" ?”

Minto was silent for a while as if he suddenly remembered something, and then said with a smile: "That was in the past, now I love poetry."

Ji Yusheng laughed in a low voice and said, "Isn't it because I haven't found a shortcut to become a painter?"

Minto's face froze when he heard the words, and he said in a bad tone, "What do you mean?"

Ji Yusheng shook his head and said, "Because you met Cheng Yanbai but not a great painter, so you had to do that, didn't you?"

Ever since Mingtuo always asked Song Shihe for advice on poetry, Ji Yusheng felt a little strange, and later when he didn't get Song Shihe's attention and turned to curry favor with Cheng Yanbai and get involved with him and Shi Yu, Ji Yusheng felt that Mingtuo might have ulterior motives.

Although he didn't know what kind of heart he had at the time, but now it is very clear.

For fame, for profit, for everything that can be shown off now.

Seeing Ji Yusheng piercing through him calmly, Mingtuo recalled his impoverished life in the past, and all the things he had gained through enduring humiliation over the years, a strong anger and resentment arose in his heart, and he said loudly to Ji Yusheng: "You know what?"

Facing Minto's sudden outburst of emotion, Ji Yusheng was obviously taken aback.Seeing Ji Yusheng's reaction, Ming Tuo realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately suppressed his emotions. After all, his poor past can only be a secret, and if it is known, all his previous efforts will be useless.After a while, he looked at what Ji Yusheng thought of, raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically, "Aren't you too?"

Ji Yusheng looked at him seriously when he heard the words, but Mingtuo didn't notice the turbulent thoughts in his eyes, and continued to say to himself: "What you said before is to realize your ideals, let Shihe take care of you in every possible way. But look at you now , aren’t you just a vulgar person who strives for fame and fortune?”

"We are the same," Minto said, pointing at Ji Yusheng disdainfully, "and you, who deviate from art and pursue fame and fortune, are worse than me."

Ji Yusheng was silent for a while, clenched his fist and then let go, shook his head and said in a low voice, "No, we are different."

It would be really pitiful if he were reduced to a person like Minto.So he was very grateful that because of his husband, he was not influenced by others and worked hard to persevere.

Unwilling to talk to Mingtuo again, Ji Yusheng turned around to leave, but Mingtuo laughed loudly behind his back and said:

"Ji Yusheng, you are still so rigid. Just like Shihe."

Hearing Mr. Song's name, Ji Yusheng stopped instantly.Although he doesn't like to have too many interactions with people with different ambitions, he wants to know more about what happened to Mr. Song over the years.He turned around, looked straight at Minto and asked:

"What do they mean by what they said just now?"

Minto looked at him with a smile and was silent for a while, and finally did not answer his question, but turned his head to look at the feasting lights downstairs.Ji Yusheng hesitated for a while, then walked back to him, wanting to ask Mingtuo about Mr. Song.But before Ji Yusheng could speak, Mingtuo looked downstairs and asked him, "How is it? Isn't it beautiful here?"

Looking at all the chaotic emotions downstairs, Ji Yusheng just felt that this place has nothing to do with the word "beautiful".

Seeing that Ji Yusheng didn't respond, Minto continued to point to the downstairs and proudly said:

"Everyone here is doing what they want to do, indulge in sensuality, don't pay attention to any shit secular rules, and don't need to be bound by rigid moral oppression."

"Look," Minto pointed to the back garden downstairs, where a man and a woman were sitting on a rocking chair, sniffing the fragrance of flowers and making love.

"That's the eldest young master of the Xing family, who ranks in the top ten on the rich list, and the second wife of the Chen family kissing him." Minto smiled happily, and said, "Who would have thought that Xing, who only listened to his old father, The young master is so bold behind his back."

After Minto finished speaking, he pointed to the fountain on the other side. On the fountain sat a tall girl with her head held high, just like the statue of Apollo on the fountain behind her, while the other man bowed humblely and lowered his head. Kiss the toes of her shoes.

"Also, behind the serious and well-behaved daughter of the Chen family, there is actually a different kind of desire for love behind her."

Mingto gloated and said, "But she has to be more careful. If she doesn't get lucky like last time and let his brother Chen Shao find out, it will be miserable."

"Of course, some big stars with families often come here, because only here, they can ignore other people's eyes and hug each other." Minto shrugged and said proudly.

After Minto finished talking about a lot of shocking love affairs, he leaned back against the fence, put his hands on it, and said triumphantly:

"If it weren't for this poetry meeting of mine, they wouldn't have had the chance to meet under the moon, which would have missed a lot of shocking and touching love stories! If the full and ruddy lips can only kiss the same pair of other people's lips every day, how much would it be?" It's boring, what a pity!"

"We should wear one color of lipstick and kiss one kind of person!"

"In this case, will you be happy?" Ji Yusheng asked him suddenly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Minto nodded vigorously and said, "Of course!"

Ji Yusheng looked at the people downstairs who were still frowning while drinking, and whose eyes were empty while smoking a cigarette, and said, "Doesn't it mean that you lack something in your heart because you rely on wine and sex every day?"

Minto laughed, and said as a matter of course: "What we lack is the opportunity to vent our desires!"

"That's why we need this place, only here will make us happy!"

Ji Yusheng looked at Mingtuo's obsessed look, and was noncommittal to his words.

After Minto finished talking excitedly, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and pointed to a piece of abandoned land in the distance, and said:

"Because there are more and more people in our poetic school, I have recently acquired nearby orchards and farmland. I want to expand Muir Manor, build more places to play, build theaters! build hotels! build wine ponds and meat forests! invite more Come and have fun together!"

The more Minto spoke, the higher the pitch, and finally he stood in front of the stone fence, opened his hands and said excitedly: "This is the utopia I created for everyone!"

Ji Yusheng carefully observed Mingtuo's distorted face, one piece was red and the other was green under the light, like a ghost, and when he glanced downstairs, everything was like the will-o'-the-wisps he created.Ji Yusheng finally said lightly:

"It's just your utopia."

If it was fire, what he wanted was a fire full of passion and love.

Minto laughed when he heard this, and said:

"Us? Hahaha, after Shihe retires from the poetry circle, you will soon be gone, and then everyone will be us."

"Even if he quits, someone else will join."

"Really? Look at the newcomers in the poetry world, who doesn't cater to the trend and cater to us? Have you read the poetry collections published in the past few years? Do you know how many decadent poetry collections there are?"

Ji Yusheng was at a loss for words for a while, because the current poetry circle is just like what Minto said, since the influence of the Romantic School in City Y has also diminished with the fall of Song Shihe, all new poets have joined the flourishing Decadent School, and many even threatened that they Despise the Romantics, and resist the Romantics.

Finally, Ji Yusheng had nothing to say, and Mingtuo was extremely proud of himself, so he said ambiguously:

"What's more, Shihe should have been on our side."

"Although I don't know what he is insisting on, I will convince him sooner or later."

Minto looked at the colorful manor and said excitedly: "The moon will only become brighter and brighter, and eventually it can erode the day and reverse the day and night."

Before Ji Yusheng opened his mouth to refute anything, Minto said:

"It's almost time for Shihe to give a speech, let's go in."

"speech?"

Minto smiled and said with a strange expression:

"Well, I've been looking forward to it."