Chapter 88 The Birth of the Great Shameless Penpal
Chapter 88 The birth of the great shameless pen pal
Looking at the white paper lying at his feet, the fat young man named Chen Pipi was slightly startled. His eyes as thin as rice grains quickly turned a few times, and two wrinkles appeared on his cheeks like steamed buns with great difficulty, expressing the feelings in his heart at this moment.
Doubtful, then he thought for a long time, and finally made a very difficult decision. He squatted down his fat body in great pain, stretched out his short, fat and cute right hand, struggled to pick up the piece of paper, and then gasped several times.
"Being a fat man is the most miserable thing in the world."
Chen Pipi trembled with her smooth and tender thick lips, complaining in self-pity, then lowered her head to look at the writing on the paper, and subconsciously read out: "Go up another floor, go up another floor, all the worries before
, we are all resting at this time. I am a young man collecting firewood by the Sobi Lake. Why should I insist on imitating what others say about the cold weather? It should be noted that today has not yet entered autumn..."
"Being a fat man is not the most pitiable thing in the world, if this fat man is a genius fat man." He looked at the writing on the paper with pity, and guessed that it must be the painful confession of a new student in the academy. He shook his head and said sympathetically: "With me,
Compared with such geniuses, ordinary people like you are truly pitiful."
The worlds of mortals and geniuses are always incompatible. Chen Pipi could understand the distress and despair of the poor guy, but he had no intention of taking the other person's pain as his own. He made a casual comment, stuffed the piece of paper back into the bookshelf, and held it.
I was getting ready to leave with the book I wanted, "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains".
Suddenly he turned around again, took out the thin paper again, looked at the dense handwriting on it, raised his thick eyebrows slightly on his smooth and full forehead, and said in surprise: "This guy's handwriting is pretty good."
With a sigh of appreciation, he put the paper back into the bookshelf and prepared to leave again. He turned around again, took out the thin paper again, looked at it seriously for a while, and praised: "It's not bad, it's very good."
Wanting to leave but still staying, Chen Pipi found that his behavior at this moment was a bit weird and ridiculous. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at the mood of the poor guy on the paper who stayed, and murmured to himself: "Is it possible that Master Haotian thinks that
You are so pathetic, so you want to use your good words to persuade me to help you, this poor person?"
Sometimes people just need an excuse to make a decision, even if it is a made-up excuse. Tonight, Chen Pipi didn't know that what he did next would change someone's life in a certain sense. He just wanted to do something.
So he did this thing. From this point of view, he was indeed much more free and easy than a poor person.
He walked to the desk by the east window and sat down. With the starlight shining in from the window, Chen Pipi looked at what the poor man wrote next with great interest. His fat fingers tapped on the window from time to time. There were night birds outside the window.
Ming softly.
"I have been in the building for seventeen days, practicing hard every day, but I can't cultivate the words into my heart. I can only watch them slip away. I have been awake, and I have fallen into a dark and sweet dream for no reason, but they always
Not here."
"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are real, why can't I remember them? If they exist between reality and fiction, then is the ink that writes them real or false?
False? Is the paper carrying them real or false?"
After reading these words, Chen Pipi pouted, with a look of disapproval on his fat face, just like a boy who had eaten countless bowls of Xicheng's authentic Zhongshan Road hot dry noodles since he was a child and saw someone facing the modified spicy fried sauce.
The poor guy, who had a sad face and didn't know how to stir, showed some kind of pride and conceit from his heart.
Grinding ink at night, with starlight shining into the ink, Chen Pipi used his fat fingers to pick up the delicate pen used by his senior sister, and behind the thin paper, he wrote a large explanation in a hurry, which matched his fat body
The difference is that those tiny, fly-like regular scripts on the paper are actually delicate and meticulous to the extreme.
"Poor guy, don't believe in nonsense like looking at a mountain is not a mountain, it's a mountain. If Master Haotian had nothing to do all day long and just gave us these questions, wouldn't it be too boring?"
"Objectively existing things are of course real. For example, the writings on this book are more real than my pride and conceit at this time. Although the Talisman Master has tampered with these writings, you must believe that it is real.
, if you can’t believe it yourself, then naturally your eyes won’t believe it either.”
"Handwriting is an objective and real existence, and paper is also an objective and real existence. It's just that when this piece of paper reflects the spring light outside the window, it shines into your eyes, I don't know whether they are big or small, and then you don't know whether you are smart or smart.
Once the confused...probably confused...mind understands it, it becomes a false existence."
"The spring light reflected on the paper is already an explanation. When you see it, it is another explanation. When you try to understand it, it is another explanation. Explanations are often misunderstandings. The more you explain, the more things will be different from their original appearance.
Same."
"If you think this is still incomprehensible, then the genius has to use the most stupid example method: the objective reality of things is like a naked beauty, it can only be accepted, and does not need to be understood by you and me, just like
That naked beauty, you can't change her."
"And when you look at her lustfully, think about how beautiful she is, and want to have sex with her, these thoughts will turn into pieces of clothing. Every time you think about it and try to understand it, you will
She puts a dress on her charmingly beautiful body until by the end you forget what she looked like in the first place and how big her breasts were."
"How to solve this problem? The method is very simple. Remember the moment when you first saw her without clothes. No matter she is the saint of the River Kingdom or Ye Hongyu in the Xiling Temple, don't think about it or ask if you want to give flowers.
Play the piano and just go up and fuck her simply and roughly! Women are meant to be fucked! They are not meant to make you understand!"
The ink pen expresses his thoughts directly, and he writes freely and freely. Chen Pipi throws the calligraphy on the ground, his face is full of joy and satisfaction. He has been regarded as an unparalleled genius since he was a child. However, after many years of studying with great sages and masters, he can only be honest.
As a teacher, how could I have the opportunity to teach others so unscrupulously? I praised myself:
"Though the words are vulgar, they are not crude. I just hope you will not be carried away by these words."
When the ink was dried by the night breeze outside the east window, he stood up with great satisfaction and walked back to the bookshelf with three steps. The fat on his face was shaken by the shock. He folder the piece of paper back to "The Sea of Qi"
In "A First Exploration of the Snowy Mountains", I didn't bother to worry about the basic textbook silent gambling with my second senior brother tonight.
Just as he was about to put the thin volume in the recycling rack, a trace of hesitation suddenly flashed across his fat face. He thought that by helping the poor guy, he had seriously violated the old rules. However, he then remembered what the teacher had said.
In another sentence, he rolled his eyes as small as mung beans, stuffed the book into the shelf, and then walked away in a hurry.
"Rules are just bullshit."
Ning Que would set out from Lin 47 Lane before dawn every day, and could only return to Chang'an City when the night was deep. Today, although he walked down the old street for the first time in his history, when the carriage entered the south gate of Chang'an, the night had become
Extremely deep.
Chu Youxian was worried about his health and made a special trip to wait for him to return to the city today. When two carriages stopped at the door of Laobi Zhai, the rich man from Dongcheng poked his head out of the second carriage and looked at Xiangpu.
Ning Que went there and said with admiration on his face: "Ignoring the past grudges, I persuaded Xie Chengyun to go downstairs. Ning Que, I really didn't expect you to be so open-minded, repaying evil with kindness, so magnanimous, elegant and noble..."
Ning Que stood at the door of Lao Bizhai and turned around, looked at him with a smile and said: "Although I want to continue listening to see how many good words you can come up with to compliment me, I must honestly say thank you to the Third Young Master.
I didn't go downstairs because I was worried about his health... I just took a fancy to the place where he sits cross-legged every day, where he can bask in the sun."
"You don't like being complimented when you do good things. You have to find a reason to be embarrassed. You are such a person."
Chu Youxian smiled and cursed, and ordered the servant to drive the carriage and leave Lin 47 Lane.
Ning Que smiled, waved his sleeves to drive away the void, then walked into the shop, took the towel handed over by Sangsang and covered his face, then slumped in the armchair, as if all his bones and strength had been drained away.
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Ever since he started climbing the stairs, every night when he returned to Linsi 47 Lane, there would be a scalding hot towel to refresh him. Sangsang calculated the time for him to return home very accurately, and then soaked the towel with boiling water to ensure the temperature.
will be good.
Ning Que's tired voice came from under the steaming white towel: "I still don't have a good appetite today, so let's make a bowl of omelette noodles."
Sang Sang hummed softly, but did not leave. She stood quietly by the armchair, looking at the towel and heat on Ning Que's face. After a long silence, she suddenly said: "Master, tomorrow... don't go."
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Even though Ning Que could still chat with people in the academy and make a few naughty jokes with Chu Youxian, only he and Sangsang knew what the forced climb upstairs to read these days had done to his body and spirit.
Due to the loss and injury, he returned to the city from the academy every day. He was so painful and weak that he did not even have the strength to speak. And because he vomited so violently, he had to use great willpower to swallow this meal every night.
Hearing Sang Sang's voice, Ning Que looked at the white velvet forest transformed into a forest of white velvet in front of him, feeling the spicy heat and humidity between his mouth and nose. After being silent for a long time, he forcibly added some words to his voice.
With a relaxed smile, he said: "I didn't take you out to play during the academy's break a few days ago. Tomorrow... tomorrow I won't go to the academy. By the way, I met that idiot princess in the academy today and she wanted you to go play.
Let’s go tomorrow.”
Sang Sang took off the towel that had become warm on his face, stretched out her little hand to pinch his eyebrows carefully, and said with a shy smile: "Your Highness, Princess, you want to see me? I like it too."
Ning Que closed his eyes and felt the annoyance between his brows being driven away by the cold thin fingertips. He sighed comfortably and said, "Take advantage of this opportunity and cross out the second name tomorrow."
Sang Sang's fingertips resting on his eyebrows froze slightly, and she looked down at her somewhat torn embroidered shoes. It seemed that she didn't like this matter very much.