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"Why don't I take you and the kids to the park?" Qin Yao snatched the note from Gu Cheng's hand, looked down at the words on it, and felt a little regretful at this moment. Qin Yao was not really interested in poetry readings. She preferred ancient poetry and had no interest in modern poetry. She thought that instead of having a good weekend rest, she might as well lie at home like a corpse and not move at all.
But I have already promised Xu Zhehua, so I still have to go.
"A friend I know organized a poetry reading and sharing event and invited me to check it out. I plan to go." Qin Yao threw the note into the drawer.
Gu Cheng immediately said, "Then I'll go with you."
"Can I also join this poetry meeting? Yaoyao, don't you think I am a great poet too?" Gu Cheng walked behind Qin Yao, nudged her with his elbow, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Over the years, I have written at least 800 poems for you, if not 10,000. What do you think?"
Qin Yao looked at him with a look of despair: "...How dare you ask me this."
"The poems you write now are very perfunctory, just like Zhou Zhengwei's daughter Jiajia and Bai Qiuling's daughter Jiangxue, who are just doing their homework."
Gu Cheng still maintained the habit of writing love poems to her, but his poems were too much, becoming more and more casual and perfunctory.
There are even some sentences like this: "Yesterday evening, mosquitoes bit me twice and you three times. I really wish that all mosquitoes would bite me, and my blood would belong to you. How nice it would be if you turned into a mosquito and stayed by my side - if that were the case, then mosquitoes must be the cutest creatures in the world, making me itch, hurt, and love them so much."
"A calico wild cat on the roadside looked at you for a second longer. It was really unbelievable. Even I was jealous of the cat. Fortunately, Lao Xu said that most calico cats are female. It seems that I was worrying too much."
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It was called a poem, but it also sounded like some very casual words. Qin Yao really admired his thick skin as a man, as well as his strange metaphors. He even had the nerve to write sentences like "I hope she turns into a mosquito", which made him feel painful, numb and itchy. If she didn't hit him, it would be his own itchy skin.
Just like Zhou Jiajia wrote about her own father's death and how she helped an old man cross the road every other day, Gu Cheng also likes to use various routine examples. He has now become a god by flooding the Internet with nonsense. He has written about hoping that she would turn into a mosquito, a red panda in her dream, a mouse on a warship, a cat on a ship, and a squid that was caught by accident.
Anyway, she can have thousands of incarnations in his poems.
She and Gu Cheng have been an old married couple for a long time. When she saw these sentences, she could not have any fantasies. She just felt "Oh my god, how angry". Now they are still squids and red pandas, will they be mosquitoes, flies and maggots in the future?
Don’t write down someday in the future that you recall the public toilets in the courtyards where you used to go, where piles of maggots were sharing delicious food. But if I imagine you as one of them, I would not feel disgusted, but rather very happy...
Gu Cheng might not necessarily write such a sentence, but Qin Yao was very sure that this guy was deliberately "tease her".
The more he was beaten, the happier he became, just like a primary school student, pulling a girl's hair behind her back out of boredom and playing a prank.
"I'm just doing my homework? Then you didn't read it carefully." Gu Cheng pinched the cheek of the woman beside him, "Whatever you say, I'm your husband, I understand. If I don't write to you one day, it won't be me who is anxious, but you."
Qin Yao blinked, raised her hand and grabbed Gu Cheng's arm, thinking with some sadness in her heart that what Gu Cheng said was true. To outsiders, it always seems that the active person is at a disadvantage compared to the passive recipient. But that is not entirely true, because the active person represents the controlling party and can choose his or her own behavior, while the passive recipient, after getting used to being given, will become worried, suspicious and suffer from psychological torment if the active person stops taking the initiative one day.
"Just hand in your homework honestly and seriously." Qin Yao glared at him.
Qin Yao agreed to attend the poetry reading with Gu Cheng and his wife. As for the little ones at home, they were still very young and did not need to be influenced by "literature". Qin Yao planned to ask Chen Xiaoyun to take care of them and let them play with their brother Xiao Shitou.
Gu Cheng was even more satisfied with this decision. It was their own world, with the couple acting independently and without any children.
"You used to be 'quiet' among the crowd."
Gu Cheng shook his head: "Why? I want to share my poems. I have to go on stage and read them."
Qin Yao said coldly: "No."
"I'm not reading what's written for you. I'm reading something else."
"That's more like it." If Gu Cheng read his love poems in public, Qin Yao was sure that she would scold him to death!
After making the decision, Gu Cheng sat at his desk and wrote poetry. He wrote and drew and revised several sentences. It was late at night and he hadn't finished a poem yet. Qin Yao went to bed first. Before falling asleep, she looked at Gu Cheng with a sad look, feeling a little aggrieved.
Normally, I wrote poems for her without taking them so seriously, but I took this poem, which I was going to read aloud in public, so seriously - it's really annoying.
Qin Yao slept with her eyes closed until dawn. She had a strange dream at night. She dreamed that Gu Cheng was reciting love poems in public at a poetry meeting. Qin Yao wanted to crawl into the ground, but she also remembered that Gu Cheng in the dream was very talented in writing and wrote many outstanding poems for her.
"You spent the whole night writing and still couldn't finish anything?" Qin Yao looked at his messy piece of white paper and laughed in relief.
It's like seeing a cat fail to jump, you have to laugh at it like crazy!
Gu Cheng glanced at Qin Yao with a gloomy look: "..."
I didn't sleep much the whole night, and poetry was brewing in my head, so I didn't have the energy to speak at the moment.
Although he had been writing poems for so many years, Gu Cheng realized that he seemed to be unable to write poems. He could neither write love poems to express his love for his wife nor write poems related to the military. He could not write anything else at all...
"Of course you can't write, because you have no ink in your stomach." Qin Yao held back her laughter, thinking, who doesn't write about things they are familiar with? Gu Cheng's life is monotonous. Is there anything else besides these two? His perception is so narrow.
"If you have the ability, write something 'high-end' for me to see." Qin Yao deliberately bullied him. No matter whether it was writing poetry or articles, the more "serious" he was about it, the harder it would be to write. The more casual his mentality was, the more likely he would "accidentally come up with something".
Put pressure on Gu Cheng and see what kind of awkward things he can write, and then laugh at him madly!
Comrade Xiao Qin thought to herself: I am such a bad wife.
Gu Cheng was determined to write her a good poem this time. He didn't sleep well for two days and his eyes were full of pandas. He didn't write a poem, but his whole body was filled with a kind of "literary melancholy and world-weariness."
A pair of peach blossom eyes that were originally as bright as stars were kept half-open all day long, as if they had just been woken up by someone. The eye sockets were turned down, half-open, and the tails of the eyes were condensed into a line, as if they would get angry in the next second.
His lips were tightly pursed, with the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, his face was obviously drooping, and his unshaved beard had large blue spots. If he had a cigarette in his hand, he would have looked like a decadent and world-weary "male writer".
Qin Yao was almost dying of laughter seeing him like this. When he wore the white military uniform before, he had a stern and cold face, as if he was keeping people away from him, but now he had a "high-level world-weary face" as if saying, "I'm very upset, don't bother me, this world is too noisy, I can't write, it's not my fault, it's the world's fault."
It's so funny.
Even Ruirui and Mingming sensed that something was wrong with their father. The two little guys stopped making noises during the day and even whispered to their mother in secret, "What's wrong with Dad?"
Mingming: "Dad, is he making this up? Brother Shitou said this is what happened when he couldn't poop."
Qin Yao: “…”
It’s not that your father can’t pull it out, it’s that he can’t write it.
By the day we went to the park, Comrade Gu Cheng still hadn't written a complete sentence. When he got up, he still had that literary-weary look on his face and lay lazily on the bed, "I'm not going."
Gu Cheng thought to himself that he was really sick. Why did he, a man who aspired to be the supreme commander, come and write poetry? Even if he wrote poetry, he only wanted to write for his wife and only write for her. As for others... he didn't care about others. He didn't care about life, nor did he want to observe the details of life, and he didn't want to go on stage to read poetry and be criticized by others.
"Come on, we agreed to go together and watch the fun." Qin Yao excitedly pulled Gu Cheng out of bed and asked him to put on casual clothes, a simple white shirt on the upper body. Gu Cheng lazily buttoned up all the buttons, but Qin Yao unbuttoned his collar, exposing a large area of his chest, and then rolled up his sleeves randomly.
Given this appearance, no one would doubt that he was a soldier, but would only think that he was a "decadent artist" with a unique temperament.
Gu Cheng frowned: "I'll go look in the mirror."
He always felt that this was somewhat inappropriate. Being used to dressing properly, he couldn't stand this messy look.
"Let's go." Qin Yao slapped his hand away to stop him from looking in the mirror. She held the camera in one hand and pulled Gu Cheng with the other, and excitedly rushed to the park.
She took several photos of Gu Cheng along the way, and even took some photos with a high-end hazy artistic feel on the bus.
Gu Cheng in the photo is in the middle of a huge crowd, but he forms a natural barrier with the world, unable to blend in, and his temperament is extraordinary.
…
When they arrived at the park, quite a few people had already gathered there. Qin Yao also saw several familiar figures, including a future big director and a famous screenwriter. These people had been on TV and were well-known internationally, but at this moment they were still unknown. They were just ordinary students who came to participate in the poetry recitation sharing session out of interest.
“So many people!”
Gu Cheng's eyes wandered around, and Qin Yao also looked around, intending to see a few more familiar people. Oh, they saw another famous painter who became famous two years later. She had seen his works in the art textbooks in elementary school... At this moment, he was just an unknown art student who drew comic strips as a hobby to make a living.
"You...you write poetry, right?" Many people gathered around Gu Cheng.
In such an environment, with his appearance, he stood out from the crowd, and his unusual world-weary face was exactly the same as the "great poet" in ordinary people's fantasies.
"You, you are Yuan Qun! No wonder they all say that Yuan Qun is a rare handsome man, it really is true!"
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