An old poem, a chat about the rhythmic rhythm, two crescent moons, admiring the subtle and profound
Mother's earnest tone forced Xue Jiuyue to think seriously, but a gentle and handsome shadow dispelled all distracting thoughts, "Don't worry, Mom, no, I have determination! Money is always excellent, but your daughter is not bad either, right? So his biggest plus point is not outstanding in my opinion. Instead, I am willing to be friends with him because of his poetic temperament and philosophical thinking, and although he is also excellent in these aspects, they are not the only ones." At the end, the word "poor" seemed to flash across Xue Jiuyue's eyes.
"You know your limits, so I won't say any more!" Xue Jiuyue's words were well-reasoned, and Xue's mother was relieved. "A massage is quite comfortable, why don't you want to? Lie down and get a massage, mom will treat you."
"Really? I'm still young. It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality!"
"Okay, okay, whatever you say is right!"
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As Qian Jianjun had arranged, lunch was served back in the stunning small fishing village nestled between the mountains and the sea. The room wasn't large, but it felt antique. Even the eight-person table looked as if it had never been cleaned with chemicals. The grain of the wood was visible at the corners, stained almost translucent by age and grease. Living by the sea, the characteristic fisherman's cuisine displayed a breathtaking display of freshness. However, interspersed among the delicacies were a host of other delicacies, the ingredients and cooking techniques of which couldn't possibly have come from this small fishing village.
During the meal, Qian Jianjun made witty remarks, raised his glass frequently, and kept serving food to Xue Jiuyue's parents. Not only did they not feel unfamiliar, but he really was like a child reunited after a long separation. As a result, both the host and the guests were very happy and joyful.
Since they had to go to work the next day, Mr. Xue and his friends had to book a flight for the afternoon. They only had one suitcase, which they had been carrying with them, so Qian Jianjun took them directly from the fishing village to the airport on time.
Xue Jiuyue's eyes accompanied her parents through the security check until they reached the end of the road, and then she left reluctantly.
Even on the way back, Xue Jiuyue still felt depressed because of the empty heart.
Qian Jianjun saw this and couldn't help but ask, "Xiaoyue, I've never understood why you came to Xialin. If you were to develop in Qiuting, wouldn't you have a better time, place, and people than in Xialin?"
Xue Jiuyue's eyes were still weakly fixed on the car window. "My parents don't know about my condition. If I stay at home, the truth will come out sooner or later. I don't want them to worry! When I'm completely well again, I'll go back to Qiuting, or let my parents come live in Xialin. It's a good place for retirement."
"It's going to be fine, everything will be fine. You see, every time we play basketball now, the physical confrontation is much more intense than when we first started. I believe that quantitative change will eventually lead to qualitative change!"
Qian Jianjun's magnetic voice was full of power, infecting Xue Jiuyue. She turned her head to look at Qian Jianjun sitting on the side and said sincerely, "Mr. Qian, thank you!"
"Why are you being so polite? We're friends! And I should thank you for giving me the opportunity to listen to the teachings of an elder!" Qian Jianjun emphasized his tone. "This is not just a polite remark! At dinner today, Uncle gave me a lot of forward-looking advice! I never thought that at his age, Uncle knows so much about cutting-edge technology, far beyond the average young person! If I weren't afraid of you thinking too much, I really want to ask Uncle to be our group's R&D consultant."
"No, it's more than that. You're trying to find a way to heal me, to make me happy and untie the knot in my heart. I know all of this, so thank you!"
"Don't be polite, we have an agreement! Hahahaha..."
In the evening, she video-called her parents, who also received Xue Jiuyue's birthday gifts: a set of high-end skincare products for her mother and American ginseng for her father. Although her mother still complained about Xue Jiuyue's extravagant spending, the happiness in their eyes helped Xue Jiuyue regain some of her spirits.
After hanging up the phone, I thought about what I talked about with my mother today, "the poet's temperament and philosophical thinking." If it weren't for a flash of inspiration at that time, I would have almost ignored the "spit" buried by nonsense.
"Hey, I read your poem from yesterday again. It's really good! And I noticed that no matter how good or bad your writing is, at least it conforms to the rules of rhythm. Have you studied it?"
"Wow, as long as the beauty likes it, it's a great honor, and my ancestors' graves are smoking! I only know a little bit, it's just an interest. As talented as I am, a genius who only appears once in a hundred years, do I need to learn? At most, I can be self-taught! What do you mean you ask me about martial arts secrets? There are no secrets, at most it's just persistence. In the overwhelming doggerel, insist on writing according to the meter. Modern poetry, including lyrics, is originally dancing with shackles. If you don't consider the level and tone and pursue freedom, then just write doggerel or new poetry, and you don't even need to consider the rhyme. Although modern Chinese and Ancient Chinese pronunciation differs, but modern Chinese still allows for the distinction between level and oblique tones, and the appreciation of the inherent rhythmic beauty of Chinese. This is a legacy passed down to us by our ancestors. Even the English sonnet, or sonnet, emphasizes rhythmic footing in pursuit of rhythmic beauty, similar to our level and oblique tones, and shares the same self-imposed limitations. So why are we now stuck with "Far up the cold mountain, the stone path xié" and "A qí hongchen, the concubine smiles"? Not only is there no rhythmic beauty, it's completely out of character, no longer a modern poem. This isn't just perpetuating a wrong; it's perpetuating a wrong, using barbarians to change Chinese!"
"Spit Star" quickly sent a long paragraph, initially continuing the banter, but then transformed into an angry young man. Words were supposed to be sacred territory in his heart, and one could sense his deep anguish between the lines. Fellow enthusiast Xue Jiuyue also expressed deep agreement, but it was just four words and a symbol: "That makes sense!"
"Is this the legendary like-mindedness? Or perhaps, shared ideals? Then, can I, with deep meaning, call you 'comrade' from now on?"
"Stop, I have a normal sexual orientation. Even if it's not normal, I'm still a lesbian. You are the gay!" Under the subtle influence of "Spit Star", Xue Jiuyue also became much more humorous.
"My lady, you are dirty!"
"It's all your fault!"
I slept very deeply last night, so deeply that I had no dreams or could not remember having any dreams. I slept so deeply that I shed all my burdens and felt refreshed.
She got up earlier and arrived earlier than scheduled. Xue Jiuyue didn't wait, fearing that "summer" would lose its most fragrant temperature.
The door is not closed, it should be left to yourself.
"Good morning, Xiao Ming!"
"Good morning, Xiaoyue!"
"I'm here early. I brought you coffee." Xue Jiuyue adjusted to the dim light and realized that Liu Che looked a little uneasy standing in front of the drawing board. "Xiao Ming, are you drawing?"
"Yeah, just doodling to pass the time."
"Can I see it?"
"As long as you don't mind it's ugly." Liu Che returned to his normal gentle self.
Xue Jiuyue went around behind the drawing board.
The painting is pure white, marked only by two strokes of ink. It's as faint as a distant mountain, towering amidst a sea of clouds, its subtly majestic presence revealed. It's also like a couple, so near yet so far apart, yet inseparable, staring silently at each other. A love as deep as the sea is hidden in the vast expanse of white space.
When I savored it more carefully, it felt like an old acquaintance, and a sense of familiarity came over me - it was the two misty strokes on the cake that night.
"Why does he prefer to draw this?" Xue Jiuyue secretly speculated that the fact that it could appear in different places at different times was obviously not just a casual doodle, but had a deeper meaning unknown to others.
Xue Jiuyue didn't question her doubts, but continued to examine them closely. As her gaze focused further on the two shades of ink, she realized, "No, that's not ink! This is rice paper; ink would have smudged it. It's not a pencil, either. It has a greasy feel similar to a crayon, but a bit drier." And the texture was clearly familiar to her. Yes, it's an eyebrow pencil! Eyebrow pencil? Eyebrow drawing?!
The romance that had been buried for a thousand years was finally unsealed, instantly igniting Xue Jiuyue's emotions. She was so excited that her tone was almost unstable. "Is this an eyebrow?"
"Um."
"You, drew it?"
"Um!"
"You..." Xue Jiuyue wanted to ask the question in her dream, "When did you learn to draw eyebrows?" But the emotions that had been imprisoned for a thousand years were like a lively little rabbit, and she directly asked a more direct question, "Are you willing to draw for me?"
"I can't see." The gentle voice seemed a little bleak.
"I can see!"
"No, that's not what I mean. I'm going to paint you, and I might need to touch you."
"Try it, let's hold hands!"
"Then..." Liu Che hesitated.
"Try it, I won't ask you to take responsibility!" Xue Jiuyue excitedly acted like a princess in front of "Spitting Star".
"No, I meant wait a moment while I get ready," Liu Che explained, blushing. He then walked over to his desk, opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of white gloves, and put them on. Then he explained, "When I held your hand that time, I could sense you were still feeling uncomfortable, but you held it back. It's all my fault for not being well prepared. I'm sorry. Wearing gloves should be better."
"Yeah." Xue Jiuyue didn't bother explaining anything at this point. She sat in the chair Liu Che had been sitting in, closed her eyes, and hoped to suppress the clamor within her heart with the quiet darkness. She raised her head slightly, saying nothing, but her rapid breathing drew Liu Che towards her.
"Are you ready?" Liu Che's voice could be heard to be trembling.
"Um!"
Although they were wearing gloves and had held hands, when Liu Che gently touched Xue Jiuyue's chin, the tremor from her soul still made her tremble involuntarily. Frightened, Liu Che quickly withdrew his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Liu Che's nervous tone actually made Xue Jiuyue laugh. Glancing at the bewildered Liu Che, Xue Jiuyue closed her eyes again and encouraged him, "It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't hurt at all. I was just a little nervous. It really doesn't hurt. Try again!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
Soon, the tiny hairs on the edge of the glove landed cautiously.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it's just itchy, don't worry."
Xue Jiuyue's feedback emboldened Liu Che, but he still felt cautious. Recalling her resolve when they'd last held hands, Xue Jiuyue didn't wait for Liu Che's careful exploration and simply took Liu Che's fingers. Perhaps because she was wearing gloves, or perhaps because she'd experienced more direct contact before, she felt no discomfort. Soon, Xue Jiuyue was using Liu Che's fingers to guide her, using them as a guide, tracing the beginnings, peaks, and ends of her brows.
"Have you remembered? Do you need to do it again?" Xue Jiuyue asked softly.
"I remember. Then shall I start?" Liu Che asked.
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