Chapter 415
The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, she held his arm, her head resting on his shoulder, closing her eyes when she felt tired, and then opening them again. When they had nothing to do, they liked to watch the two hazy blue magpies building their nest on the balcony.
This nest has been built for more than a month, but there is still no solution.
Wang Jiazhi was helpless. How could this magpie couple be so dumb that they couldn't even build a nest? Every day she watched them busying around, yet nothing happened. Why were they so dumb?
The weather is very good today, with beautiful clouds floating in the blue sky.
"I have a classmate named Xia Jingyun. I think her name is very nice and it fits her surname perfectly. It's like a quiet cloud in the summer, so poetic."
"Yeah. I had a classmate in high school named Chun Ling. It's very poetic, meaning the spirit of spring. It's better to have a surname like that."
"Um……"
"But it's hard to describe her appearance. It's a pity about the name."
Wang Jiazhi doubted the truth of this statement. She never quite believed it. He said he'd never been in love, never fallen in love. Could it be true? Sometimes she felt like she was possessed by Huangli Ju, always feeling the risk of someone stealing her boyfriend away. But she was right, Huangli Ju wasn't.
"I have a classmate named Huangliju. Isn't that beautiful? I think her name is so fluffy and adorable. The golden yellow, the yellow-feathered oriole, the fluffy yellow feathers, the round, yellow tangerine. Her parents must love her very much and must be very lovely people to have put so much thought into giving her such a lovely and meaningful name."
"It's very cute. These three are all warm and lovely things. A feeling that makes people reluctant to blame."
"Actually, no one can blame her."
Wang Jiazhi thought that Huang Liju was much better than Meng Shunying. Huang Liju only tortured herself and never became hostile to others because of her boyfriend's thoughts. Her boyfriend often told her bad things about the people in their drama club, but she was still very nice to them. She was also puzzled. You say she can distinguish right from wrong, she is a good person, but she is infatuated with such a scoundrel; you say she is not good, she is good to everyone around her. Unlike Meng Shunying, because of her infatuation with Kuang Yumin, it seems that she has been blinded by her heart. She will be brainwashed by whoever Kuang Yumin is hostile to. In fact, there is nothing wrong with Meng Shunying's character. She just has a little temper, but she endures it. It is not worth it for her to die so miserably because of such a small problem.
"I don't know what some parents are thinking. Rich families have to name their children in a way that reflects elegance and nobility, citing classics. Not only do they use a bunch of uncommon characters, but they also lack any real meaning and are just flashy and superficial. It's better for ordinary people to be straightforward and clear about their intentions. You know, there's a girl at my university whose parents named her Shunying, like the hibiscus flower. It sounds nice when you tell them it's from the Book of Songs, 'There's a girl in the same carriage, whose beauty is like Shunying.' Are they truly gifted, or are they trying to curse their daughter to death?"
He smiled and said, "Doesn't she have a sister named Shunhua?"
"I don't know, why give such a short-lived and premature name."
He said, "My father insisted on asking a master to give me a name. Well, it's so rigid and boring."
He has always been dissatisfied with his name, and it's no wonder. He likes the Book of Songs and Chu Ci, and is a romantic by nature. Of course, he can't stand such a solemn name. When he was young, he just thought it was rigid. As he got older, he became so taciturn. He thinks it was because of this name.
Who made their family's surname so special? The first thing people think of is the "Book of Changes". When the gentleman saw his quiet and steady appearance, there was a sentence in the book: It is accomplished silently and believed without words.
He always wondered, did he look like such a stereotyped person when he was a child?
Wang Jiazhi also complained, "It's all my dad's fault. What a cheesy name he picked. It's not cheesy enough, and it's not elegant enough." She thought for a moment and said, "Well, I used to have a pen name: 'Yulan.' Not that yulan, but the lush one. Changing the name makes it sound more sophisticated and poetic."
He laughed and said, "Of course it's poetic when written down, but what about calling it out loud, especially calling it by its full name?"
Wang Jiazhi was petrified instantly. Wang Yulan! Oh my god!
They both had the same opinion on naming, and they felt that single words sounded aloof and domineering, leaving a lasting impression. They were very satisfied with the name they chose for the kitten.
However, when talking about orchids and plants that are paired with orchids, most people think of: a room full of orchids, and another is: picking orchids and giving medicine as gifts.
In his previous life, he smiled and said, "With orchids in my home, and you in it, it would be a 'room of orchids'."
At first, she thought he was joking, referring to orchids. Later, she learned that his pen name was Lan Jie. But at that time, she still didn't believe it, and didn't think he meant orchids by any other meaning.
Later, she recalled that the first flower he gave her was a peony. Some things seem destined. Ever since she was a child, when she learned the idiom "picking orchids and giving medicine," she had found it deeply sad. Peonies are also called "leaving," the flower of heartbreak.
There was a very close couple at their school. The man's name was Huai Hanjin, and the woman's original name was Zheng Fei. They married in Hong Kong after the war and later returned to mainland China together. When applying for their marriage certificate, the woman changed her name to Zheng Qinyu. She smiled and said it was a surprise for him, so that their names would match.
Xiao Shuang said in the letter that they now have two children and everything is going well.
I brought the kitten to me at noon to feed her. She is really big now. People who don’t know her might think that I spoil her so much that she hasn’t been weaned yet. In fact, she is still a baby who is not even one year old.
After feeding, he picked up the kitten and asked, "What's your name?"
The little guy let out an "ah" and said his name in a baby voice.
"Then who am I?"
"dad."
"Who is she?"
"Mother."
"It."
"Xiaolan."
"It."
"in vain."
The kitten never made a mistake. Wang Jiazhi heard people on the tram say that the child always mistook his mother for the big yellow dog at home. It would be great if he could change that.
After playing with the child for a while, he was about to go out. Even at noon, she would still act like a spoiled child. Now it started again. Although the catnip was still there, it was still difficult for her to hold back from acting like a spoiled child.
The next morning he went back and saw her sleeping in white clothes, sitting on the bed with a melancholy look on her face, while the kitten was playing with her beside him.
She looked helpless and resentful, just like a poor kitten.
"Look!" These three words were spoken in a crying tone.
"What's wrong."
He realized it when he got closer and said with a smile, "It has turned into a calico cat."
"ah!"
After he left yesterday, she worked furiously on revising the manuscript. She had used blue ink in the past, but this time she wanted to try red ink to see if it would be more eye-catching. She worked until one in the middle of the night, and when she could no longer hold on, she groggily struggled under the covers and cuddled the child to sleep.
The next day, after washing my face, I looked in the mirror and saw a red mark on the right side of my face, near my chin, that wouldn't come off no matter how hard I tried. There were also several large red marks on my hands.
That would have been fine, but when she went to hold the child again, the child was also rubbed by her, on the same spot on the face.
When I checked, I found that the pen was leaking.
The consequences didn't stop there. She discovered that her two cats and one dog had also been stained red. How did it get stained? The white skin and fur of the family were all stained red.
He thought it was very beautiful, with fair skin and a hint of red.
This made him think of a lot of things. For example, the kiss marks from the sucking, the marks on his arms. They were both a little too rough, especially since her skin was so white and tender, and even the slightest pressure would cause a red mark.
Once, he did that on purpose, and she was so foolish she didn't realize it. Afterward, she'd be lost in a trance for a long time. After showering and wiping herself, she'd notice patches of red marks. Oh my god, they looked like cotton pads soaked in rouge. She looked like a calico cat. Later, she saw a postcard: a pink leopard, with a white background and pink circular patterns.
There was also her favorite cheap lipstick. When she was in Hong Kong, half of the rim of the white porcelain teacup was covered with layers of lipstick marks.
My daughter has become even cuter now, with fair and tender skin, and a few spots of light red on her face, making her look even more beautiful.
She sighed and said, "How can I face people like this? I don't know when I can go down. Fortunately, you didn't come back at night, otherwise you would become like this, what should I do?"
The next morning, she examined him thoroughly, fearing that the magic red ink would stain him again and that she would go to the government office to see what would happen to him.
He sighed inwardly that it was a vibrant color, and even when it touched his body, he felt charming. Once, he got his hands stained with blue ink, and after washing, it turned a faint blue that seemed to have penetrated the skin. It resembled the corpse spots on a person's body after death.
When he looked up, he saw her with the red ink stain on her face and her silly look, and he couldn't help laughing.
"Hate it, stop laughing at me. When can we go down?"
Wang Jiazhi wrote a novel in which a girl's husband liked to leave marks on her body, like a tabby cat, and every time he wrote to her, he would call her Rouge Peach Blossom Little Cat Slave.
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