The perfect future of rebirth

"Okay then, you can do it yourself."

People have tempers, especially beauties, such as Mu Qingqing, who are used to being held in the palm of their hands, and Zhao Fusheng's repeated indifference to each other finally made her feel a little angry.

Seeing Mu Qingqing's back, Zhao Fusheng shrugged his shoulders. He naturally noticed the change in Mu Qingqing's tone just now. Perhaps this beautiful girl had already labeled herself as ignorant in her heart, but Zhao Fusheng didn't care. He didn't. I thought about trying to curry favor with Mu Qingqing.

After being reborn, if there is anything that Zhao Fusheng is proud of, it should be a breath of air.

When people are alive, they still have that breath in their hearts, and what they think about every day is when it will start.Let go of that breath, and what I think about every day is when it will end.

The former Zhao Fusheng lost that spirit. What he thinks about every day is going to and from get off work, when will he be paid, and when can he have a free lunch.

But now he is full of hope for the future, longing for success and happiness.

As for the glassy heart of a young girl, I'm sorry, Zhao Fusheng is not the kind of parent who spoils children.

It's not relative, why does Mu Qingqing think that she should be pampered and supported?

Sometimes people often have an illusion that others should take care of their own feelings, but the problem is that not all of them are your parents, why do they follow you?

Because you are beautiful?

Because of your good family background?

To put it bluntly, only when a person asks for something from another person will he be obedient.

It took Zhao Fusheng a long time to understand this truth, but he couldn't tell Mu Qingqing now.

Perhaps, she can only understand after she has really suffered.

Seeing Mu Qingqing walking to the middle of the gazebo and announcing the official opening of the poetry meeting, Zhao Fusheng showed a smile on the corner of his mouth. Innocent people are always cuter. Compared with the woman who has gone through life and become secular, he still appreciates it more. Now this Mu Qingqing who dares to love and hate, is outspoken.

It has nothing to do with love, it's just the joy of reunion after a long separation.

Fortunately, you are still that innocent......

Chapter 56 The So-Called Poetry

Young people don't know what it means to be sad, so they forcefully express their sorrow in order to write new words.

A group of young people in their twenties, what insights can they have about life? As the sunshine generation who lived under the love of their parents since childhood, maybe their material life is not so rich, but at least they have no worries about food and clothing, and they don’t have to worry about tuition fees and ability to study. Worry about eating.

Therefore, the poems they wrote are, to put it bluntly, sad for the autumn and sad for the spring. Some modal particles, coupled with gorgeous rhetoric, are piled up into a large paragraph of catchy words, which looks like a good poem.

Zhao Fusheng just sat there, and what kept ringing in his ears were all words such as "O sea, your vast expanse, like a heroic chest...", "O blue sky, your boundless beauty..." .

Frowning, Zhao Fusheng resisted the idea of ​​complaining, and tried to make his expression look more natural.

There is no way, as an existence with an adult soul, it is difficult for him to let himself have any appreciation for these poems that have nothing to say or even empty.

Although the people around him thought it was pretty good, for Zhao Fusheng, listening to a group of people groaning without illness was really not something that people could arouse interest in.

When he had nothing to do, he simply drew cartoons on paper, and occasionally wrote a few words, which were those modern poems deep in his memory after hearing the works of this group of people.

Li Zhiyuan was very happy, and standing there became the center of a group of people. It is said that he published a poem in a newspaper office in the city this month, which is considered very talented.

"sunny

Even the sea is dazzling

dazzling

windy

People and trees by the sea are blown up

Like the colorful balloons in the hands of children in the distance

The waves are lazily rippling on the beach

Like the rambling blues in headphones

French windows

Put an end to the harsh wind

So the sun is warm

Basking in the warm sun just to fall asleep”

Li Zhiyuan recited the poem he wrote aloud, with a proud face, enjoying the praise and praise from the people around him.

"No wonder the reporter of the daily newspaper will be selected, it's really good." Someone said loudly.

"Yes, whether it is artistic conception or conception, it is very good."

"It seems that no one from our poetry club has published poetry in the city's newspapers for a long time."

"It's no wonder that Li Zhiyuan can become the vice president. This talent is beyond words."

The discussions around him could be heard clearly in Zhao Fusheng's ears, but the expression on his face was very indifferent, and he nodded slightly, which was regarded as his approval of Li Zhiyuan's works.

In Zhao Fusheng's opinion, this poem is nothing more than quite satisfactory.

In this world, many things seem to be unavoidable, but in fact, they are all excuses made by people for themselves.

For example, what Li Zhiyuan said now made Zhao Fusheng feel ridiculous.

"At that time, I was traveling with my parents, looking at the scenery by the sea, I thought at the time, maybe life should be like this..." Li Zhiyuan stood there and talked, but looked at Mu Qingqing from time to time, obviously, he was very proud .

After all, it is also a very happy thing to be able to show your talent in front of the girls you like.

"There is something to be said, to be able to discover extraordinary things in life, it seems that Li Zhiyuan used his mind to observe." Gu Xueyi commented softly.

She is a person who really likes literature, so she can naturally understand the flavor of Li Zhiyuan's poem better. In her opinion, Li Zhiyuan's poem is already a rare good poem.

"Senior sister won the award. Compared with the two poems brought back by the previous president, I am still far behind." Li Zhiyuan was full of humility, as if he saw Zhao Fusheng by accident, and suddenly laughed: "Zhao Fusheng, listen Said that those two poems were written by your neighbor, do you know if he has other works?"

The two poems before were taken by Mu Qingqing from Hu Xia to the Poetry Club, and everyone naturally liked them very much.But regarding the author of the poem, everyone was divided into two factions. Some people thought that Zhao Fusheng was telling the truth, and that the poem was indeed written by his neighbor.Another group of people thought that this should be his excuse.

The evidence for the former is very simple, because even Zhao Fusheng's roommate Tan Kaixuan didn't know that he could write poetry.

As for the latter, he felt that if it was not written by the author himself, why would Zhao Fusheng remember it so clearly?

But no matter what, under Mu Qingqing's insistence, the two poems published in the school magazine still used Zhao Fusheng's signature.

But now, when Li Zhiyuan brought it up, he was undoubtedly slapping Zhao Fusheng in the face.

Tan Kaixuan frowned, stood up and opened his mouth and was about to go back, but Zhao Fusheng grabbed his arm and played with the pen in his hand. Zhao Fusheng stood up, glanced at Li Zhiyuan, and said lightly: "No more."