Chen Chu was about to go out to eat.
But Shangguan Yan said: Let’s go to the cafeteria to eat...
canteen?Chen Chu was a little confused. He had never been to the university cafeteria, but he had eaten in the canteen of No. 3 Middle School.
The two of them came to the fifth canteen. Shangguan Yan smiled and said: The spicy hot pot in the fifth canteen is delicious, and the others are not delicious. Let’s eat Sanxing pepper. His house is delicious...
Chen Chu had never eaten the spicy hot pot before.
When I was in No. 3 Middle School, I glanced at it and didn't know what it smelled.
However, when I arrived at the cafeteria, I saw many girls picking up food.
Chen Chu grinned, feeling like a pile of rotten vegetable leaves, then cooked in a big pot, and then accompanied by seasonings. Is this thing someone else eating?It's like feeding pigs in the countryside.
However, many people eat it, and Shangguan Yan likes it, so he has to eat it with him.
It also symbolically adds orders. Chen Chu has never eaten many green vegetables. During the Chinese New Year, most of the vegetables eaten in rural areas are potatoes, cabbage, and radish.
He can't even name the spicy hot pot, such as bean peel, Chinese cabbage, chicodon, and leafy wheat vegetables.
He couldn't help but grin, fortunately, Shangguan Yan didn't discuss this, Chen Chu couldn't help but think, "Oh, it's really not easy. In this world, even if you are a hooligan, you have to be knowledgeable. Shao Xiaodong can still make a few artistic lyrics!"
I have to learn a little too. I have to learn how to pick up girls until I’m old. I have to understand their lives and the rules of college students.
The key is that I don’t want to change the taste and play with it, so I have to learn.
After picking up the dishes, put them there to queue up.
The two found a seat to sit down, and Chen Chu observed how others did it, using meal cards or cash, he also learned and sold it as soon as possible, and Shangguan Yan had to pay.
Chen Chu hurriedly stopped him and said: I'll do it.
Shangguan Yan smiled and said: I'd better invite me. You're here, why do I have the nerve to let you spend money?
Chen Chu wanted to say that there was no need to let women spend money.
But he pinched the jade ring and smiled: Well... Please please next time, count me first this time...
Chen Chu went over and gave the money to bring the malatang.
Shangguan Yan had already handed over three dollars and said: Let's make the deal, let's spend your own money.
Chen Chu didn't understand the process, but he also understood what it meant, that is, he spent his own money. Around the year, he only costs two or three yuan a bowl of spicy hot pot, and the amount is very sufficient. Now, some places with ten yuan are more expensive, but the amount is very harsh. He may not be full of two bowls.
Chen Chu still didn't accept it.
He put the money in the middle of the table. Shangguan Yan didn't take it back, but instead held the chopsticks in one hand and the spoon in the other hand and carefully ate the spicy hot pot.
If Chen Chu had been to normal, he would have killed a bowl of rice in just a few bites.
But you have to pretend to be chewing slowly and pick up vegetables and eat with fans little by little.
I thought it would be a big deal to act like this.
Shangguan Yan ate even slower, and while eating, she took out her cell phone to giggled. It was also a joke sent to her by someone else, and she showed it to Chen Chu. Chen Chu also pretended to smile and smiled warmly, but it was not funny at all.
How can there be any dirty jokes be interesting?Chen Chu wanted to tell a few dirty jokes and remembered that he is an art person now. He also had to say something about art.
At this time, Shangguan Yan took out a magazine from her bag, which should be the kind of Zhiyin.
Then he said: The latest version... and then he ate and read it, and was moved by a poem with long and short sentences.It seemed like I was about to cry.
Chen Chu felt heartbroken!He said, thinking that you, a stupid stupid girl, can you still be moved by poetry?There are really not many girls like this now.
Generally, people in the 1980s, those intellectuals, literary youths, etc. like poetry. They don’t know how to understand the long and short sentences, but they often see tears.
No one likes those things nowadays. Although the threshold for poetry is very low, it is not as low as that of lamb poems. For example, the idiot secretary of a city’s idiot city party committee, is also called poetry?
He also won the first prize in poetry and was called the Lamb Poetry. The system is, today, I ate it, tomorrow, I don’t want to eat it...
If you write this sentence separately, you will publish it into a poem.
However, Chen Chu also leaned over and saw the poem in the magazine which was really good, at least it made a sad and beautiful mood appear in front of him.
At this time, Chen Chu handed over a tissue.
Shangguan Yan looked at it and smiled faintly: This poem is written so well. Alas, I actually like to read it and want to write it, but I can't write it well... By the way, do you like poetry?
I like it, of course I like it.Chen Chu smiled and thought to myself that I like whatever the hell you like.
Oh... Shangguan Yan nodded, and then he had to lower his head to recite the poem several times, as if he was savoring the artistic conception.
Chen Chu immediately said: I have written it before, but I can't write it well. This thing focuses on artistic conception and feeling. If there is that artistic conception, that kind of inspiration will come...
Yes, yes, that's it. I always don't have this inspiration. Do you sometimes have this inspiration?
Well, it's there when I see you.
Chen Chu stared at Shangguan Yan, and Shangguan Yan's face suddenly turned red.
He spat softly and said: You... you are talking nonsense, why don't you write one now and I'll take a look...
Chen Chu hurriedly came over.
The two of them were sitting opposite each other at first, but now Chen Chu came over and they were sitting on the same bench.
Then the guy took advantage of the situation and said: Then I'll try writing one...
Shangguan Yan was just curious and found paper and pen from her backpack and handed it to Chen Chu.
Chen Chu looked at her beautiful face and felt a little hard under her.
Shangguan Yan gave him a blank look: You write Ah, why do you think of me?I don’t have poetry on my face, and if you can’t write it, you’re bragging.
Shangguan Yan spoke softly and had a very nice voice. This kind of girl was like the ancient ladies and talented women that Chen Chu saw in books.
Unlike Juna and Liu He, this kind of woman should be the kind of "elegance" that can be seen from afar and not played with.
Chen Chu smiled faintly and said: Actually, looking at you, you are just a poem...
Shangguan Yan covered her mouth and smiled, her cheeks flushed, lowered her head and did not speak, staring at Chen Chu's hands.
When Chen Chukai wrote, his writing was also vigorous and powerful, elegant and elegant. The place where he wrote, the clouds and water flowed, the tip of his pen rose, the sky in the desert, and the pen was also a bell and a leopard tail. Every time he finished writing a word, he was also a snake walking on a dragon and a dragon flying, and a phoenix flying and a tiger jumping.
Shangguan Yan couldn't help but feel nervous and thumped. Looking at Chen Chu's words, she couldn't help but praise: Good words, really good words...
Then Chen Chu finished writing a poem, which was also a long and short sentence.
Shangguan Yan chanted softly.
I always stare at the distance with regret. The color of loneliness is like a wandering home. I wander in the dusk and dawn in the north for a long time. I haven't found tears slowly growing in the gaps in my heart that have dried up. Tired wrinkles slowly grow into the annual rims of time. The loneliness of time is the ring of my sight. Your voice is only nostalgic for your scenery. I just want to look at freedom and freedom in a distant place where no one steps in. I don't know if it's my destination...
Shangguan Yan was attracted by the loneliness, loneliness and helplessness inside. Of course, many people cannot be attracted. Only such sentimental things can discover the sorrow inside.
It is a sequelae of sad autumn.
When you don’t have to worry about eating and drinking, you can just write poems, bury flowers, and pretend to be...
Good handwriting, good poem... It's so good, by the way, give this poem a name!
Chen Chu smiled and said: It was written for you. This is how I feel in my heart. If I don’t have any thoughts, then... let’s call him untitled!
Shangguan Yan blushed, and the meaning of writing was that he saw that he was very nostalgic and sad, and was helpless. Finally, he wanted to spend time with him in a place where no one was around, but he didn't know whether he would like to do it or not, and whether he could achieve that kind of ending...
Shangguan Yan blushed, feeling that something was too ideal.
I only read this poem and the word "this" again and again.
While immersing himself, a discordant voice came from his ears.
What word Ah?
Yan'er, let me take a look?
Oh, that's the word Ah?
It's too far from my teacher...
My teacher's handwriting is called "Dragon Walking and Snake" and "Broken Cursive" is written in a wild manner, and it goes to heaven and earth...
Why?
What word is this?
I didn't see what style it was. It would be fine if I had less cursive copycass. There was no such mess in regular script. The Cao style is not the same. It's just like a four-dimensional character, so I can write it all in a mess!
Chen Chu couldn't help but frown.
The sound was so harsh, as if a fly suddenly found inside a malatang.
Shangguan Yan was watching the paper was taken away by someone, so she stood up and wanted to take it back.And frowned and said angrily: Li Tianshu, you...you should give it back to me quickly!
The boy was 1.8 meters tall and pretty, but he had a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows. In the winter, he had a black leather jacket and his arms were open. He was a thin cashmere shirt inside. He was pretty good, but his chest was flat, so men should have some muscles.
This kid is considered the captain of the pork ribs team.
Her face is also quite thin, with yellow hair permed, not long, low around, high in the middle, and a little bit similar.
There are studs on the ears.
Black jeans and shiny leather shoes below.
Looking at Chen Chu with disdainful eyes, he said: Did you write this thing?Rubbish!Then he tore it to pieces.
You...Li Tianshu!you……
The boy laughed and said, Wan'er, if you like calligraphy, I can find my teacher for you and ask him for a pair of calligraphy!
My teacher's calligraphy has won awards in our province, and I have also written the calligraphy in our Hancheng, that...
Have you read the four words "No word in the world"? You still praise me and want to be my teacher as your teacher!
Let me tell you Ah, my teacher will arrive in a short time, and I can introduce you to Ah. My teacher is the only one who is truly learning. Tell me!
But unlike those slutty brats who cheat girls, they write a little bit of words and recite a few modern poems in magazines and come to cheat...
Chen Chu frowned, then asked with a smile: Did you just say that your teacher is Yan Jiao?Is that the one called Yan Jue?
presumptuous!Do you dare to directly talk about my teacher’s name?By the way, you don’t want to be my teacher’s student, right?Bah, you have no hope!I won't introduce my teacher to everyone...
This kid looked at Chen Chu with contempt, as if Yan and others were his biological father...
But Shangguan Yan said: Let’s go to the cafeteria to eat...
canteen?Chen Chu was a little confused. He had never been to the university cafeteria, but he had eaten in the canteen of No. 3 Middle School.
The two of them came to the fifth canteen. Shangguan Yan smiled and said: The spicy hot pot in the fifth canteen is delicious, and the others are not delicious. Let’s eat Sanxing pepper. His house is delicious...
Chen Chu had never eaten the spicy hot pot before.
When I was in No. 3 Middle School, I glanced at it and didn't know what it smelled.
However, when I arrived at the cafeteria, I saw many girls picking up food.
Chen Chu grinned, feeling like a pile of rotten vegetable leaves, then cooked in a big pot, and then accompanied by seasonings. Is this thing someone else eating?It's like feeding pigs in the countryside.
However, many people eat it, and Shangguan Yan likes it, so he has to eat it with him.
It also symbolically adds orders. Chen Chu has never eaten many green vegetables. During the Chinese New Year, most of the vegetables eaten in rural areas are potatoes, cabbage, and radish.
He can't even name the spicy hot pot, such as bean peel, Chinese cabbage, chicodon, and leafy wheat vegetables.
He couldn't help but grin, fortunately, Shangguan Yan didn't discuss this, Chen Chu couldn't help but think, "Oh, it's really not easy. In this world, even if you are a hooligan, you have to be knowledgeable. Shao Xiaodong can still make a few artistic lyrics!"
I have to learn a little too. I have to learn how to pick up girls until I’m old. I have to understand their lives and the rules of college students.
The key is that I don’t want to change the taste and play with it, so I have to learn.
After picking up the dishes, put them there to queue up.
The two found a seat to sit down, and Chen Chu observed how others did it, using meal cards or cash, he also learned and sold it as soon as possible, and Shangguan Yan had to pay.
Chen Chu hurriedly stopped him and said: I'll do it.
Shangguan Yan smiled and said: I'd better invite me. You're here, why do I have the nerve to let you spend money?
Chen Chu wanted to say that there was no need to let women spend money.
But he pinched the jade ring and smiled: Well... Please please next time, count me first this time...
Chen Chu went over and gave the money to bring the malatang.
Shangguan Yan had already handed over three dollars and said: Let's make the deal, let's spend your own money.
Chen Chu didn't understand the process, but he also understood what it meant, that is, he spent his own money. Around the year, he only costs two or three yuan a bowl of spicy hot pot, and the amount is very sufficient. Now, some places with ten yuan are more expensive, but the amount is very harsh. He may not be full of two bowls.
Chen Chu still didn't accept it.
He put the money in the middle of the table. Shangguan Yan didn't take it back, but instead held the chopsticks in one hand and the spoon in the other hand and carefully ate the spicy hot pot.
If Chen Chu had been to normal, he would have killed a bowl of rice in just a few bites.
But you have to pretend to be chewing slowly and pick up vegetables and eat with fans little by little.
I thought it would be a big deal to act like this.
Shangguan Yan ate even slower, and while eating, she took out her cell phone to giggled. It was also a joke sent to her by someone else, and she showed it to Chen Chu. Chen Chu also pretended to smile and smiled warmly, but it was not funny at all.
How can there be any dirty jokes be interesting?Chen Chu wanted to tell a few dirty jokes and remembered that he is an art person now. He also had to say something about art.
At this time, Shangguan Yan took out a magazine from her bag, which should be the kind of Zhiyin.
Then he said: The latest version... and then he ate and read it, and was moved by a poem with long and short sentences.It seemed like I was about to cry.
Chen Chu felt heartbroken!He said, thinking that you, a stupid stupid girl, can you still be moved by poetry?There are really not many girls like this now.
Generally, people in the 1980s, those intellectuals, literary youths, etc. like poetry. They don’t know how to understand the long and short sentences, but they often see tears.
No one likes those things nowadays. Although the threshold for poetry is very low, it is not as low as that of lamb poems. For example, the idiot secretary of a city’s idiot city party committee, is also called poetry?
He also won the first prize in poetry and was called the Lamb Poetry. The system is, today, I ate it, tomorrow, I don’t want to eat it...
If you write this sentence separately, you will publish it into a poem.
However, Chen Chu also leaned over and saw the poem in the magazine which was really good, at least it made a sad and beautiful mood appear in front of him.
At this time, Chen Chu handed over a tissue.
Shangguan Yan looked at it and smiled faintly: This poem is written so well. Alas, I actually like to read it and want to write it, but I can't write it well... By the way, do you like poetry?
I like it, of course I like it.Chen Chu smiled and thought to myself that I like whatever the hell you like.
Oh... Shangguan Yan nodded, and then he had to lower his head to recite the poem several times, as if he was savoring the artistic conception.
Chen Chu immediately said: I have written it before, but I can't write it well. This thing focuses on artistic conception and feeling. If there is that artistic conception, that kind of inspiration will come...
Yes, yes, that's it. I always don't have this inspiration. Do you sometimes have this inspiration?
Well, it's there when I see you.
Chen Chu stared at Shangguan Yan, and Shangguan Yan's face suddenly turned red.
He spat softly and said: You... you are talking nonsense, why don't you write one now and I'll take a look...
Chen Chu hurriedly came over.
The two of them were sitting opposite each other at first, but now Chen Chu came over and they were sitting on the same bench.
Then the guy took advantage of the situation and said: Then I'll try writing one...
Shangguan Yan was just curious and found paper and pen from her backpack and handed it to Chen Chu.
Chen Chu looked at her beautiful face and felt a little hard under her.
Shangguan Yan gave him a blank look: You write Ah, why do you think of me?I don’t have poetry on my face, and if you can’t write it, you’re bragging.
Shangguan Yan spoke softly and had a very nice voice. This kind of girl was like the ancient ladies and talented women that Chen Chu saw in books.
Unlike Juna and Liu He, this kind of woman should be the kind of "elegance" that can be seen from afar and not played with.
Chen Chu smiled faintly and said: Actually, looking at you, you are just a poem...
Shangguan Yan covered her mouth and smiled, her cheeks flushed, lowered her head and did not speak, staring at Chen Chu's hands.
When Chen Chukai wrote, his writing was also vigorous and powerful, elegant and elegant. The place where he wrote, the clouds and water flowed, the tip of his pen rose, the sky in the desert, and the pen was also a bell and a leopard tail. Every time he finished writing a word, he was also a snake walking on a dragon and a dragon flying, and a phoenix flying and a tiger jumping.
Shangguan Yan couldn't help but feel nervous and thumped. Looking at Chen Chu's words, she couldn't help but praise: Good words, really good words...
Then Chen Chu finished writing a poem, which was also a long and short sentence.
Shangguan Yan chanted softly.
I always stare at the distance with regret. The color of loneliness is like a wandering home. I wander in the dusk and dawn in the north for a long time. I haven't found tears slowly growing in the gaps in my heart that have dried up. Tired wrinkles slowly grow into the annual rims of time. The loneliness of time is the ring of my sight. Your voice is only nostalgic for your scenery. I just want to look at freedom and freedom in a distant place where no one steps in. I don't know if it's my destination...
Shangguan Yan was attracted by the loneliness, loneliness and helplessness inside. Of course, many people cannot be attracted. Only such sentimental things can discover the sorrow inside.
It is a sequelae of sad autumn.
When you don’t have to worry about eating and drinking, you can just write poems, bury flowers, and pretend to be...
Good handwriting, good poem... It's so good, by the way, give this poem a name!
Chen Chu smiled and said: It was written for you. This is how I feel in my heart. If I don’t have any thoughts, then... let’s call him untitled!
Shangguan Yan blushed, and the meaning of writing was that he saw that he was very nostalgic and sad, and was helpless. Finally, he wanted to spend time with him in a place where no one was around, but he didn't know whether he would like to do it or not, and whether he could achieve that kind of ending...
Shangguan Yan blushed, feeling that something was too ideal.
I only read this poem and the word "this" again and again.
While immersing himself, a discordant voice came from his ears.
What word Ah?
Yan'er, let me take a look?
Oh, that's the word Ah?
It's too far from my teacher...
My teacher's handwriting is called "Dragon Walking and Snake" and "Broken Cursive" is written in a wild manner, and it goes to heaven and earth...
Why?
What word is this?
I didn't see what style it was. It would be fine if I had less cursive copycass. There was no such mess in regular script. The Cao style is not the same. It's just like a four-dimensional character, so I can write it all in a mess!
Chen Chu couldn't help but frown.
The sound was so harsh, as if a fly suddenly found inside a malatang.
Shangguan Yan was watching the paper was taken away by someone, so she stood up and wanted to take it back.And frowned and said angrily: Li Tianshu, you...you should give it back to me quickly!
The boy was 1.8 meters tall and pretty, but he had a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows. In the winter, he had a black leather jacket and his arms were open. He was a thin cashmere shirt inside. He was pretty good, but his chest was flat, so men should have some muscles.
This kid is considered the captain of the pork ribs team.
Her face is also quite thin, with yellow hair permed, not long, low around, high in the middle, and a little bit similar.
There are studs on the ears.
Black jeans and shiny leather shoes below.
Looking at Chen Chu with disdainful eyes, he said: Did you write this thing?Rubbish!Then he tore it to pieces.
You...Li Tianshu!you……
The boy laughed and said, Wan'er, if you like calligraphy, I can find my teacher for you and ask him for a pair of calligraphy!
My teacher's calligraphy has won awards in our province, and I have also written the calligraphy in our Hancheng, that...
Have you read the four words "No word in the world"? You still praise me and want to be my teacher as your teacher!
Let me tell you Ah, my teacher will arrive in a short time, and I can introduce you to Ah. My teacher is the only one who is truly learning. Tell me!
But unlike those slutty brats who cheat girls, they write a little bit of words and recite a few modern poems in magazines and come to cheat...
Chen Chu frowned, then asked with a smile: Did you just say that your teacher is Yan Jiao?Is that the one called Yan Jue?
presumptuous!Do you dare to directly talk about my teacher’s name?By the way, you don’t want to be my teacher’s student, right?Bah, you have no hope!I won't introduce my teacher to everyone...
This kid looked at Chen Chu with contempt, as if Yan and others were his biological father...
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