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"Yes, I have a pen pal I've known for a long time." Ji Yusheng nodded.

"pen pal?"

"Well, they are friends who write to each other to share their recent life." At this point, Ji Yusheng remembered that since he sent a letter of greetings to his husband, it has been a long time since he sent a letter.

"However, he hasn't written for a while, and he may be busy."

Hearing this sentence, Song Shihe suddenly remembered that he hadn't replied to the letter. He thought it was because he was so happy to see Shengsheng almost every day, which made the believers unhappy. He reminded himself in his heart that he must write a reply tonight. good.

"It should be busy, and I will reply soon after I finish my work. But, what kind of person is a faithful believer?" Song Shihe asked nonchalantly.

"Well...he is a very knowledgeable poet who lives in a small town. Although he is not well-known, he is really amazing, and he can often capture the beauty in details!" Speaking of Mr. Ji Yusheng, his face was full of admiration .

"Ah... Shengsheng appreciates him very much." Although he was the one who praised him, Song Shihe always felt a little uncomfortable.

It's just a little bit uncomfortable, Song Shihe emphasized to himself from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, I admire him very much. Although the husband is not famous, the poems written by the husband are very good!"

"Sir?" Song Shihe deliberately brought out the title.

"Oh yes, sir is my friend."

"So," Song Shihe hesitated for a while, and asked:

"Haven't you met your pen pal?"

"This...Because when I was looking for a pen pal, I wrote a request to conceal our identities from each other, so I don't know the real name of the husband." But Ji Yusheng thought about it carefully, because the husband asked about the relationship between titles, he almost had the same name. I have told the other party my name, but my husband lives in a distant town, so I probably won't have the chance to meet each other.

"Well...you have known each other for so long, and you can also chat very well, haven't you thought about meeting each other?"

When they said this, they happened to pass by a giant glass art exhibit in the school square, and the sunset light was reflected on Ji Yusheng's neck, like a piece of golden silk, tightly bound his neck.Then Ji Yusheng lowered his head, and the golden ribbon climbed up another inch, close to the pulse position.Seeing this, Song Shihe instantly had the idea of ​​helping him tear away the ribbon that was tightly strangling his neck. After stretching out his hand, he felt it was inappropriate to take it back, and said:

"I'm sorry, it's a personal reason. Sorry, I shouldn't ask rashly as an outsider."

Ji Yusheng shook his head, and then said:

"It's okay. I've actually struggled with this matter for a long time. I just thought that it would be easier to talk to Mr. Song. In fact, Mr. Song mentioned meeting in a letter before, but I refused."

"Is it because you think that if you meet, your friendship will change because of your actual appearance, behavior and words?"

To be honest, Song Shihe thought for a long time after receiving the serious rejection letter from Shengsheng, and finally he could think of the biggest reason, which is that the relationship after meeting will be affected by many factors other than his heart.

But unexpectedly, Ji Yusheng shook his head firmly and said:

"I know that Mr. is not the kind of person who judges people by their appearance. I also believe that even if we meet, our relationship will not deteriorate. It's just..."

Ji Yusheng seemed a little embarrassed when he said this, because he lowered his head a little more, and his shoulders shrank slightly.

"It's just that I feel that with my current situation, I'm not qualified to meet with my husband, and my husband will definitely be disappointed with me..."

Hearing this reason, Song Shihe was stunned for a while, and then got angry for some reason, so he asked more pointed questions,

"What do you mean? Could it be that your pen pal is a distinguished noble? Even so, literature does not distinguish between high and low. Why do you think he will despise you?"

"No... I don't think my husband will dislike me, but I don't think I should go to see him in this capacity of giving up my precious things for my livelihood..."

Ji Yusheng said in a low voice:

"Even I am disappointed in myself, let alone sir..."

"Life..."

"But, I think I can change it. I have already taken the first few steps, and I think I can continue to walk more bravely." Before Song Shihe opened his mouth to encourage Ji Yusheng, this time Ji Yusheng took a big step forward , turning back and saying:

"So I think that after I become the person I want to be, I will meet my husband in a suitable capacity. I hope that my husband will feel lucky and happy because he knows me, instead of being disappointed."

As Ji Yusheng walked forward, the golden ribbon wrapped around his neck naturally disappeared.Song Shihe suddenly felt that he should put more initiative in Shengsheng's hands, because he had that ability.The sunset light swirled in Song Shihe's eyes, and he said with a smile:

"I see, I hope you can meet soon."

Ji Yusheng, who was against the light, nodded and said:

"Well, I think we will, thank you."

Song Shihe took a few steps forward, walked side by side with Ji Yusheng again and said:

"You just spoke of his poems? How about his poems?"

Speaking of this topic, Ji Yusheng remembered the letter sent to him by his husband, so he said eloquently:

"I think Mr.'s poems are even comparable to those of everyone in today's poetry world! In fact, I always confide my troubles to him in letters. Not only is he not impatient, but he often encourages me with his own experience. I think Mr. He is a very personable person who is good at experiencing and observing life!" Ji Yusheng introduced Mr. very excitedly, but he suddenly found that Song Shihe had lost his voice. After thinking about it, he suddenly found that he said something very exciting sexual words.

"Mr.'s poems are even comparable to those of everyone in today's poetry world!"

In front of Song Shihe, isn't saying this sentence like saying that Mr. Song Shihe writes better than Song Shihe?What the hell are you talking about.

"But that... Mr. Song's poems are also very good!"

Song Shihe, who was still thinking whether he should be happy or sad, was frightened by the sudden compliment, so he said stiffly, "Ah thank you one by one."

Thinking that Song Shihe was going to question him, Ji Yusheng immediately said:

"Mr. Song's poems are also very, very good!" He said and gave a thumbs up, with a look of approval.

"I like it very much!"

"Why do you like it?" Song Shihe asked in a teasing manner.

"what?"

"Why do you like the poems of me and your pen pal?"

After thinking about it very seriously, Ji Yusheng said:

"Hmm...Maybe it's because I think Mr. Song and Mr. Song can make readers look forward to it...?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Song Shihe raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

"That's... um..." Ji Yusheng thought for a while, and then said:

"The poems of decadent poets always remind me of Ronit Baranga's "All Things Sweet and Painful". The mouth and hands tightly attached to the cake, and the soul tightly attached to the material behind it, have a feeling of pain more than sweetness. To be honest, that I can't quite feel the fleeting sweetness, I only feel the pain of being restrained and controlled by the soul."

"Ah, that work really makes people feel both sweet and painful. Like Shengsheng, I only feel pain when I see that work, so I don't even dare to watch it carefully, but it is indeed a work worth tasting carefully in various senses .”

"Well, I think most of the poems in the current poetry world are still superficial and immediate, such as the haze of drunkenness, the emptiness after smoking, the pleasure of indulgence, and the pain will spread to the whole body after reading the poem, just like reading the poem. The feeling after "All Things Sweet and Painful". But Mr. and your poems allow readers to see the soul behind all things. After reading it, they will feel fragrant on their lips and teeth, and their soul will feel joy because they are close to nature (1). I always feel that you are actually I am not looking at all things, but looking at the simple, flawless, or rich souls behind them. When reading your works, there is a feeling that you are touching all things as friends, not as observers, and your The works are more directed towards the future rather than the enjoyment of the present. I think the so-called good poems in my eyes can make the readers’ souls feel happy, either because of resonance, or because of their unique and unique thinking , so I like your work very much.”

After saying these words, Ji Yusheng felt that he was a little too arrogant and arrogant, and even judged his work subjectively in front of the original author, so he said quickly:

"Of course this...this is just my personal understanding..."

"Thank you, it's good feedback from readers for me." Song Shihe said sincerely.

Ji Yusheng quickly waved his hand and said, "No, I just said something about my feelings."

"Is Shengsheng planning to go home now?"

"No, I want to go to the school dormitory. Because the end of the term is approaching, and considering the needs of students, each room in the dormitory can accommodate one more person. I want to see how to apply, because after all, my home is quite far from the school. .”

"Oh, so."

"Where's Mr. Song? Are you planning to go home now?"

"Well..." Song Shihe nodded, "I plan to go home with you."

"what?"

Song Shihe ignored Ji Yusheng's flustered look and said naturally:

"After you apply for the dormitory, let's go home together, it's nearby anyway."

"Okay... okay."