lover relationship

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The Sang House is near the lake. The back garden was renovated last year, and the view is much wider. There are swans in the small wooden house by the lake, and there are two deer in the fence.

Sang Qin and Liang walked from the road to the quiet place, looked at the peaceful scenery in front of them from afar, and smoked.

Liang Congdao sighed: "If you want to say that Sang always lives, he is worthy of being the professor back then!"

Although Sang Qin has wrinkles on his face, he is already the "old man" in Sang Ye's mouth, but he still has a demeanor that is different from the smell of copper. It can be vaguely seen that he must have looked good when he was young—otherwise he would have It won't make Sang Ye's mother like him so much, he was also considered a talented man who was both good and good.

Talented men and beautiful women are good stories, and Chen Shimei's second marriage and denial of his wife are all jokes.

Maybe it's because he's getting older, he's seen a lot of flattery, and now it's his turn to be flattered by others, Sang Qin unknowingly has a sense of superiority, in order to maintain the dignity of this sense of superiority, his dressing style in recent years has changed a lot. It's like turning back into a literati.

In the past, being a literati was an ideal, but now being a "literati" is a burden of dignity.

How ironic.

What's even more ironic is that he's used to this and doesn't find it strange.

Facing Liang Congdao's exclamation, he smiled and waved his hands and said, "Where, what kind of professor am I? It's always a pity that I went into the sea without being evaluated, alas."

Liang Congdao smiled: "I had tea with Director Wang some time ago, and I heard from him that he has a friend whose father is also a professor at the same university as you, and he seems to know you. His father's surname is Fu, and his name is Fu Yongjun. Do you know him? "

Sang Qin said with a smile: "I really know each other. We were brothers in the same department back then, and he was a year older than me. Senior brother Fu is very good. He is loved by academicians when he evaluates titles and does research. He beats me everywhere. Now I Mentioning it has psychological shadows."

He added: "But we have a good relationship."

Liang Congdao heard something from his pause, and said with a smile: "The literati are noble, in today's society, they are useless! What is the evaluation of professional titles? My uncle's daughter came back from abroad and put it in the school. , Didn’t you become an apprentice for a doctoral supervisor, and then stayed in school to teach last year? Sometimes it’s a matter of giving a bunch of house keys. "

Sang Qin smiled inexplicably, feeling uncomfortable, but agreed with Liang Congdao, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Such things have been unavoidable since ancient times," Liang Congdao was still talking about, "Maybe your senior brother is not a fish in clear water."

"If the water is clear, there will be no fish," Sang Qin said with a remote look, "His wife's natal family has some capital, and I was a poor boy at the time, so I can't compare."

Liang Congdao sighed: "Look at what I said, is it right? This is the society of human affection, capital society, and relationship society. Without a background, what can you do? Only a smart person like Mr. Sang can catch up with him." Fortune has become a big business, and a fool like me can only be a small soldier in the district and county."

Sang Qin laughed with the filter between his mouth: "Ju Liang's words are too modest."

Sang Qin thought, at that time my wife had a bigger background, but she couldn't help at all, it was really funny.Now that the old man is gone, he really doesn't have any memory left. Seeing his son's resemblance to his ex-wife, he is already indifferent, and even thinks...it's ridiculous.

What did he know about love back then?What is love?Does having money matter?Love is worthless, and the gardenia tree that I planted together with my wife in the front and back gardens has long since died.

Naturally, Liang Congdao didn't understand the deeper meaning of his smile. He smoked a cigarette and said, "If it's too clean, we can't get things done. Look at Mayor Xu, he came from the countryside. At that time, he was really doing business in the countryside to get rich. Well, I was promoted all the way to the mayor after being promoted by the blue eyes from above. But I heard recently that there are also big names here."

"Oh?" Sang Qin was a little interested, "What's going on?"

Liang Congdao laughed twice: "Didn't his child settle abroad? There is only one precious nephew in China, who is raised like his own son. It is not a relative, but it is not a relative. I heard that his nephew was killed when he was studying in Beijing. A child of a high-ranking official took a fancy to him and did some messy things, he sold his nephew, so he got promoted."

"It's normal for young people to fall in love." Sang Qin said politely.

Liang Congdao hummed and said: "This is why Mr. Sang doesn't know. If you really want to fall in love, if you talk about the promotion and transfer of the other party's family, wouldn't it be a long time ago? But look at Xu Qing, he hasn't married yet. ?”

Sang Qin nodded: "That's a breakup."

"More than that," Liang Congdao said with a smile, "you see who he hangs out with, isn't Lin Wei from Jianan?"

Sang Qin raised his eyebrows. Liang Congdao thought of Sang Ye's sexuality, so he couldn't be more contemptuous, and also thought of the poor relationship between their father and son. He didn't mention what Sang Ye said about his one-night stand with Lin Wei. I really can bear it, so I must break up like this. Xu Shi has been the mayor for the fourth year. Although the term of the mayor is five years, which mayor do you think can stay for five years? One or two years is not bad up!

"In the past few years, the demolition and relocation of new districts has caused a lot of labor and money, and he can't get anything. Look at the previous Lao Zhang. He paid for the demolition of a hundred households in the north of the city. How many houses were demolished in the end? More than half of it, the extra money was said to be invested in the project, so didn’t it all go into the pocket? According to the construction method of this new district in Xu City, the province is already very dissatisfied with him, and because of the relationship with his nephew, he dare not move.

"But I think this year, I'm afraid it will be hanging!"

Sang Qin smiled: "It's no wonder Director Liang is willing to give Ah Ye such face. I thought he really did something. Now it seems that he is still too young."

Liang Congdao waved his hand: "Don't say that, Xiao Sang is still very sensible. I didn't know about these things before, and Lin Wei and Xu Qing kept it a secret. If Xiao Sang hadn't chatted with me casually, I would really Didn't think about it."

Sang Qin was a little surprised: "Can he still know these things?"

"How can it be? I just talked about some bad scandals about Lin Wei, and said that he and Xu Qing were close. I just kept an eye out to inquire. Who knew that so many secrets were pulled out! My uncle... oh ...He was afraid that I would startle the snake, so he didn't even tell me, alas..." Liang Congdao sighed, apparently dissatisfied that his cousin didn't tell these things.

Sang Qin smiled and comforted him and said, "The province is busy with things, not to mention it's just a small hot spring project. It's nothing. When the spring town really gets started, aren't you afraid that there will be no money to make?"

Liang Congdao lost the confidence to hold on, and said "yes, yes, yes" several times in a row.

Sang Ye made a group of good friends, including two or three "fellow friends". He smiled calmly and had many methods. These dudes couldn't mess with him, so they soon regarded him as a brother, and made an appointment to go to karaoke in the evening.

After the excitement of the birthday party was over, Mrs. Liang was not in good health, so she left first. Bai Tinghe stood on the balcony on the second floor after thinking and thinking, and finally decided to say something to Sang Ye, and asked Aunt Qiu to call him.

Sang Ye was very surprised that Bai Tinghe wanted to talk to him. He had always looked down on that cowardly and boring woman. Out of face and politeness, he went anyway.

At this moment, Sang Qin and Liang Congdao hadn't come back yet, and they didn't pay attention to the situation here, Sang Ye smelled of alcohol, and stood far away from Bai Tinghe, as if standing still was annoying: "What's the matter, little mom? "

After hearing what Mrs. Liang said to her, Bai Tinghe didn't know that what Mrs. Liang said about Lin Wei and Sang Ye's "falling in love" was a euphemistic "fucking". Uneasy.

Bai Tinghe: "You and that Jianan's Lin...Zheng, you..."

Sang Ye was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Madam Liang Congdao told you?"

Bai Tinghe held the shawl and pursed her lips, making up her mind and said, "You... don't worry, I won't tell your father."

Sang Ye smiled, bent his eyes and said, "It doesn't matter if you talk to him! I don't mind."

Bai Tinghe sighed: "Ah Ye, you treat your father...be nicer."

"Don't call me Ah Ye," Sang Ye's voice turned cold for a moment, "Mrs. Sang is not qualified."

Bai Tinghe's face turned gray, she pinched herself, her body was a little stiff, and finally she seemed to have been pulled out of energy, she slightly held her shoulders, looking very cowardly, she nodded.

Sang Ye sneered, turned and left.

The flamboyant super-car was flamboyant, messing around with a group of young men until midnight, Sang Ye smiled, but the words always echoed in his ears - "A Ye, you should be nicer to your father" -

"In the future, you'd better... don't quarrel with your father..."

"It's not easy for your dad to be outside, and it's hard to come back..."

"It would be nice to let him stay at home for a few more days..."

Sang Ye couldn't understand why they were so cowardly.

When he was a teenager, he also admired the bright and beautiful female classmates, admired the light in their eyes, and was faintly moved by their slender and soft limbs.When he found out that he also had a vague and beautiful feeling for male classmates, he was also depressed and blamed himself, and even thought about correcting this instinct, so that he could have a good family with a girl in the future.

If that girl is beautiful and brave, he likes all distinctive personalities, and he will treat that girl wholeheartedly, and work together for the rest of his life.

But he later changed his mind.He couldn't figure out why there was always a cowardice of compromise in love and marriage.

This made him have a fear of women, and it also made him question love and marriage.

Everything turned into a natural mask after his mother died, wearing a smile and a slut, as if a highly myopic person wears glasses first thing every day when he wakes up, otherwise he feels that the world is incomplete and unsafe.

A gust of wind blew up in the flower field and took his mother away.

The soil beside the tombstone is still new, and the lilies are covered with dust and dew.

A crow-like black umbrella was propped overhead, blocking all sunlight.

Ferdinand asked him, "I heard from your mother that your birthday is in autumn. When is it?"

Sang Ye said calmly, "Today."

Then he died that day too.

After that, a romantic nightingale flew out of the thorns.

Sang Ye sent a message to Lin Wei: Baby, let's elope.

Lin Wei quickly replied to him: When?

Sang Ye bit the tip of his tongue and laughed, his face was slightly drunk, and said to him: "Today."

In the middle of the night, when Lin Wei picked up Sang Ye, they had just left the show. The group of drunken people hooked up with Sang Ye and called them brothers and sisters.

All living beings are in various forms, and all forms are ugly.

Sang Ye stood there smiling, his eyes sparkling.He is usually "boneless", his back is not straight, but now standing among a group of drunks, he straightened his back, standing out from the crowd, and his posture was kissed by the evening wind.In the flickering smoke, Sangye turned his head to look at him, feeling lonely for a moment.

Lin Wei saw him at a glance, and he also grabbed Lin Wei at a glance, bit the tip of his tongue and said with a smile: "You are here..."

The speech was half vague, and the ending sound was like a coquettish "la", which elongated the tone and rubbed Lin Wei's nerves, making it thin, soft and sensitive.

He smiled so lightly and so beautifully, Lin Wei couldn't even tell if Sang Ye was really drunk, but he thought Sang Ye was the cleanest among a group of filthy dudes.

It's ridiculous, the word "clean" has nothing to do with them, but Lin Wei really thinks so.

Pushing away the messy drunks, Lin Wei took Sang Ye away.

There was no one else in the car, Sang Ye was visibly relieved, his breath was full of alcohol, he looked very clear, took out his mobile phone and even played a game of mini games very intelligently.

"I'm not drunk." Sang Ye said.

When he got on the elevator, the alcohol paralyzed his nerves. Sang Ye hugged Lin Wei's waist. The smile on his face was no longer fake. Lin Wei's heart was moved by that kind of innocent youthful spirit, and he pressed him to kiss him in the elevator. .

Smelling of alcohol and perfume all over his body, Sang Ye pushed Lin Wei away, smiled to himself for a while, then suddenly stood up straight and squeezed his leg between Lin Wei's.Sang Ye exaggerated: "Leaving aside the passion, I rode the only wave, moon night, day, heat, cold, all of a sudden! I fell asleep in the throat of the lucky island, and the white and sweet island was as fresh as my hips!"

Lin Wei: "..."

The elevator dinged and arrived at home. When Lin Wei opened the door, Sang Ye hung behind him and jumped onto his waist. Lin Wei almost missed the man, and with a hand, the two of them slammed into the door.

Sang Ye laughed presumptuously, and went to pick off his clothes: "In the wet night, the clothes trembling with kisses, on the clothes, walking like crazy and electrified, according to the epic way, it is divided into various dreams, intoxicating roses It's also growing in me!"

Lin Wei was very helpless towards Sang Ye, who was a drunkard who was reciting poetry, kicked the door, and threw him on the bed with his buttocks. .

Sang Ye's eyes reflected the stars, his alcohol seemed to slow down a bit, and he was clearly sober again.

Sang Ye kissed Lin Wei with a hoarse voice, and said in a low voice, "Among the waves outside, the ocean current presses on top of it, your parallel body clings to my chest - like a fish swimming in my heart forever, fast and slow It's all in the heat energy of the world..."

Lin Wei was confused by his eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Aye..."

Sang Ye looked at him tenderly: "Zhengzheng, let's elope."

Lin Wei kissed his forehead and said with a smile, "Okay."

Sang Ye laughed and put his arms around him: "Then what are we doing now?"

Lin Wei: "What do you want to do?"

"Quierohacercontigo, loquelaprimaverahaceconloscerezos." Kuwano said.

I'm going to do it to you, what spring does to the cherry trees.

The author has something to say: ps: 1. Professor Fu did not rely on his wife to judge his title; 2. Mayor Xu’s promotion did not rely on selling his nephew; Does not have practical significance and cannot be tested;

4. Lin Wei: What do you want to do?

Sang Ye: Love.

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Passion aside, I ride the only wave,

Moonlit night, daytime, hot, cold, suddenly,

Sleeping at the throat of the lucky island,

The white and sweet island is as fresh as the hips.

wet night, clothes trembling with kisses

Clothes, walking madly electrified,

In epic fashion it is divided into various dreams

Intoxicating roses grow in me too.

In the outer waves, the current weighs on it,

Your parallel body, clinging to my chest

Like a fish swimming in my heart forever,

Both fast and slow are between the thermal energy of that day.

——Neruda, "Twenty Love Poems and Songs of Despair" (Excerpt No. [-])

Quierohacercontigo,loquelaprimaverahaceconloscerezos.

I'm going to do it to you, what spring does to the cherry trees.

——Neruda, "Twenty Love Poems and Songs of Despair" (Excerpt No. [-])