Ning Bingru looked at the note again and put on his reading glasses this time.

"This was written in half a minute? When did Mei Rucheng have such a foundation in ancient poetry? Did he write it in front of you?"

Ning Chunyan put her hands behind her back and said, "When did I say that this was written by Director Mei?"

"It wasn't written by Mei Rucheng? It was written by a junior student in their research laboratory? When did their government office become so literary? Is this the driving role of Shen Jianqiu?"

Shen Jianqiu is the name of the big leader. Ning Bingru never said so many words in one breath. He looked at the note repeatedly and was pleasantly surprised.

Ning Chunyan put away the note and said, "Dad, please stop guessing and just tell me what's going on?"

"Very good." Ning Bingru said concisely.

Ning Chunyan touched his back, stretched out her slender hands, and rubbed his shoulders:

"To be able to get you, a professor of the Chinese Department of NTU, former deputy director of the Department of Humanities and Quality, leader of the Chinese textbook compilation group, and president of the Li Bai Research Society..."

"That's enough, that's enough. Don't name the dishes. Our family can't accommodate so many people." Ning Bingru stretched out her hand to stop her daughter's rainbow fart.

Hearing the name of the dish, Ning Chunyan thought: "That person will be ecstatic to get your 'good' evaluation. Unfortunately, I will never tell him."

Ning Bingru stared at her daughter: "Who is it?"

Ning Chunyan didn't answer. He went back to his room, closed the door with a bang, and changed his clothes.

Ning Bingru shook his head. When Ning Chunyan came out, he had already put on his pajamas. The blue striped pajamas at the collar were embroidered with a bear. The bear had two round black eyes.

Ning Chunyan, who took off her slim dress and pulled up her hair, was like a Madonna statue in the Renaissance that had lost its aura of divinity and returned to the human world. It was a kind of beauty that was different from the previous one.

Ning Bingru said: "How many more days will you stay in Xihe? What are your next arrangements?"

"Let's stay for another week. I don't have any plans. I just have to attend a symposium tomorrow. After finally coming back, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles here must have grabbed me and refused to let go. It's quite annoying. By the way, where is mom? "

Ning Bingru said: "Your mother went to play mahjong."

He picked up the book on the desk again and said: "Whether you come back to participate in some activities of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, you should make some contributions to the literature of your hometown. Although Xihe has a prosperous literary style, young people nowadays are becoming more impetuous from generation to generation."

Ning Chunyan did not answer. She had no obligation to save literature, whether it was literature from her hometown or literature from anywhere. She even had a lot of troubles of her own.

Ning Bingru said: "By the way, if you have time, can you set aside tomorrow night and let's go out to have a meal?"

When Ning Chunyan said she was worried, her expression changed and she said, "It's not going to be another blind date, right?"

Ning Bingru looked a little embarrassed: "I'm just introducing a new friend to you. He's the son of your mother's friend. He's about the same age as you. He's a postdoc who has returned from overseas. He's a very good person. You must have something in common..."

"ah!--"

Ning Chunyan ran away holding her head and closed the door of her room. She was too lazy to listen to her father chanting sutras.

Ning Bingru stood outside the door and said: "You can escape marriage, but you can't escape marriage forever. As long as you are a human being, there will always be such a day."

Ning Chunyan didn't answer in the room and was very quiet. He used silence to express his resistance.

Ning Bingru shook his head and left.

Ning Chunyan was lying on the bed, playing with her mobile phone. Her legs were raised up and swinging in the air. Her trouser legs fell down, revealing her white and well-proportioned calves.

Her literary style is very avant-garde, cold, and penetrating, as if she has seen through everything about life. However, when it comes to major choices in personal life, she cannot be as purely rational as her own writing.

Moreover, the calmer she became, the more she felt that there was great terror in the union of two people.

If she must choose marriage, she would rather the other person is a person who bumps into her like a wild boar. At least that can make her heart fluctuate.

But all the people she has met so far have followed the rules too much. They are all ordinary people who live according to the laws of the real world. They eat, sleep, make money, please others, and are eager to be pleased.

There is nothing wrong with vulgar people. She is also a vulgar person. But she longs for romance. She has a premonition that once she is bound to another vulgar person, she will fall into an endless vulgar life. That is not romantic at all. Many years have passed since the Renaissance, but human beings

Always a romantic animal.

She couldn't choose or escape.

There is such a fable: Two distracted young people came to Socrates and asked him how to achieve a happy marriage. Socrates took him to a wheat field and asked him to walk along the field ridge to pick the largest grain.

The plumpest wheat.

However, once you find that grain of wheat, you cannot change it, even if you see bigger and fuller grains of wheat later. Moreover, you can only walk this road once.

The young people set out. The first one kept hesitating and refused to take action. He always thought that there would be bigger wheat grains later, but missed the good wheat grains. In the end, he could only catch one in a hurry before the end.

; The other picked his wheat almost as soon as he set out on the road.

In the end, the two returned to Socrates. The wheat in their hands was about the same size, but one was annoyed and the other looked calm.

This is a fable about marriage, and Maizi is the most suitable partner. Ning Chunyan read this fable when she was very young. She understood the author's intention almost instantly, but scoffed. She felt that she did not know how to do it.

Have such a feeling of gain and loss.

However, as she grew older, she became more and more like the first young man in the fable. Even though she never wanted to set foot in the wheat field, she just wanted to stand on the side of the road and watch quietly. But she later discovered that everyone

Already in the wheat field.

Human beings have no choice. Some people suffer because they don’t have a uterus, and some people suffer because they have a uterus. Whether or not a uterus grows is determined by nature. Human beings have no choice.

She was unable to generate any impulse for marriage in a blind date. It was a carefully created occasion, and both parties were cautiously examining each other with a valuation or a price-to-sell mentality, just like looking at a house.

She didn't want to be a house, even the one with the best location. So whenever her father brought up the topic of marriage, she felt a big headache.

Thinking of this, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She opened the WeChat friend she had just added and sent a sentence with no beginning or end:

【It will be great if you get married!】

After a while, a small punctuation mark was sent over there: "?"

Thinking of the other party's confused expression, Ning Chunyan felt a little better.

She turned on her mobile phone and skillfully opened the "Wenwen" app.

…

When Lin Feng called Wang Zixu, he had just woken up from his nap and was feeling bored.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Feng seemed a little embarrassed, and he also had the characteristic big tongue after a hangover.

He invited Wang Zixu to meet in the evening and talk about many things. "It's not just literature this time," he said.

Wang Zixu readily agreed. Lin Feng left a good impression on him. It’s not that he doesn’t like socializing, but he doesn’t like socializing that reduces his energy.

They made an appointment to meet at Xihe Park. When Lin Feng saw Wang Zixu, he showed an embarrassed smile, rubbed his head and said, "I drank too much yesterday."

Wang Zi nodded: "It doesn't matter, I poured it in."

Lin Feng said: "You haven't heard any bad rumors, right?"

Wang Zixu said: "I heard some rumors, but I can't say 'not good'. I can't say."

Lin Feng sighed and said, "I'm causing trouble for you."

Wang Zixu said: "I just caused trouble for you."

Lin Feng raised his head in surprise: "What kind of rumors did you hear?"

Wang Zixu said: "I am also curious about what kind of rumors you have heard."
Chapter completed!