Nightfall Chapter 88: The birth of a great shameless pen pal

Chapter 88 The Birth of the Great Shameless Penpal

Looking at the white paper at his feet, the fat boy named Chen Pipi was slightly startled. His eyes were as thin as rice grains and quickly turned a few times, and two wrinkles were extremely difficult to squeeze out on his cheeks like steamed buns. The doubts in his heart at the moment, and after thinking for a long time, he finally made a very difficult decision. He squatted down his fat body in pain, stretched out his short and cute right hand, picked up the piece of paper with difficulty, and then took a few breaths. sound.

"Being a fat man is really the poorest thing in the world."

Chen Pipi trembled with her smooth, fat, thick lips, complained of self-pity, and then looked down at the writing on the paper, and subconsciously read it out: "Go upstairs again, upstairs again, before All kinds of sorrows are all rested at this time. I was the young man with firewood by the shore of Subi Lake. Why should I have to learn from others and say that it is cool, I must know that it is not autumn today..."

"Being a fat man is not the poorest thing in the world. If this fat man is a genius fat man." He looked at the handwriting on the paper with pity, guessing that it must be the painful self-report of a new student in the college, and shook his head sympathetically: " Compared with a genius like me, ordinary people like you are truly pitiful."

The worlds of mortals and geniuses are always incommunicable. Chen Pipi can understand the distress and despair of the poor guy, but has no intention of treating the other's pain as his own. He commented on a few sentences at random and then stuffed the thin paper back. On the bookshelf, holding the copy of "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihaixueshan" that I wanted to leave.

Suddenly he turned around again, took out the thin paper again, looked at the dense handwriting on it, his thick eyebrows were raised slightly on the smooth and full forehead, and he was surprised: "This guy writes well. Ah."

With a word of admiration, he put the paper into the bookshelf again, ready to leave again, he turned around again, took out the thin paper again, looked at it carefully for a long time, and exclaimed: "Not good, it's good. ."

Want to leave and stay, Chen Pipi found that his behavior at this moment was a bit abnormal and absurd. He slightly opened his mouth and looked at the feeling left by the poor guy on the paper, muttering to himself: "Is it Haotian? Master thinks you are too pitiful, so you should use this good hand to persuade me to help you a poor man?"

Sometimes people just need an excuse to make a decision, even if it is an excuse made by birth. Tonight’s Chen Pipi doesn’t know that what he will do next will change someone’s life in a certain way, he just wants To do something and then do it, from this point of view, he is indeed much more free and easy than a poor person.

Went to the book table next to the east window and sat down. With the starlight Yinhui coming in from the window, Chen Pipi looked at the words of the poor man with great interest. His fat fingers tapped the window floor from time to time, outside the window. There are night birds chirping.

"On the 17th day of entering the building, I practiced hard day by day, but I couldn’t cultivate the words to my heart. I could only watch them slip away. I was sober and fell into a black and sweet dream for no reason, but They are always not there."

"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are real, why can't I remember them? If they exist between reality and falsehood, then write their ink Is it true or false? Is the paper carrying them true or false?"

After reading these words, Chen Pipi pouted, and his fat face was full of disapproval. It was like a boy who had eaten countless bowls of Xicheng authentic Zhongshan Road hot dry noodles since he was a child and saw someone facing the improved spicy The poor worm who doesn't know how to stir his face with a frown, expresses a certain pride and conceit in his heart.

Just in the night, starlight poured into the ink, Chen Pipi used her fat fingers to grab the delicate pen used by her senior sister, and slid it on the back of the thin paper. It was a big explanation. The fat body is different, and the tiny, fly-like letters on the paper are actually extremely delicate and delicate.

"Poor fellow, don't believe in the nonsense of looking at the mountains, not looking at the mountains, or looking at the mountains. If Master Haotian is doing these questions for us all day long, will it be too boring?" /

"Of course, things that exist objectively are true. For example, the handwriting in this book is more real than my arrogance and conceit at this time. Although the rune master has moved with these handwritings, you must believe it. It’s true. If you can’t believe it yourself, then your eyes will naturally not believe it."

"Handwriting is an objective and true existence, and paper is also an objective and true existence, but when the paper and the word reflect the spring light outside the window, it is reflected in your eyes that do not know whether it is big or small, and then you do not know Is it clever or stupid...it’s probably stupid... as soon as the mind understands it, it becomes a vain existence."

"The spring light reflected on the paper is already an explanation, you see it is another explanation, you try to understand it is another explanation, the explanation is often misunderstanding, the more you explain, the things will be different from the original Looks different."

"If you feel that this is still incomprehensible, then the genius has to be forced to use the most stupid example: the objective reality of things is like a naked beauty, which can only be accepted without being understood by you or me. , Like that naked beauty, you can’t change her."

"And when you look at her obsessively, think about how beautiful she is, and when you want to be on her, these thoughts will become pieces of clothing. Every time you think about it, every time you try to understand, Then you will put on a dress on her charming and beautiful carcass, until at the end you have forgotten what she looked like in the beginning and how big her **** are."

"How to solve this problem? The method is very simple. Remember the moment when she was undressed, whether she was a saint from Dahe Kingdom or Ye Hongyu from Xiling Temple, don’t even think about it. Don’t present flowers or play the piano, go straight up and **** her simply and rudely! Women are for being fucked! Not for you to understand!"

The ink brush was straightforward to express his feelings, and he swiped it freely, Chen Pipi threw off the book, his face was full of energy, and he felt satisfied. He has been regarded as a genius born out of the world since he was a child. However, he has been learning from great sages for many years, and he can only listen to the teachings honestly. How can he have such an opportunity to teach others so unscrupulously, he praised himself:

"The words are vulgar but not rough, I just hope you don't get confused by these words."

When the ink was dried by the night breeze outside the east window, he stood up triumphantly, shook his way back to the bookshelf, shaking the fat on his face. He clipped the paper back to "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihaixueshan Mountain", and didn't bother to worry about the basic textbook between tonight and the second brother in silent gambling.

Just as he was about to put the thin book in the recycling rack, a hesitation flashed across his fat face. The thought of helping the poor guy was a serious violation of the old rules, but then he thought of the teacher In the other sentence I said, the eyeballs as small as mung bean grains rolled around, stuffed the book into the storage shelf, and then walked away in style.

"Rules are just a fart."

Ning Que departs from Lin 47 Lane before dawn every day, and can only return to Chang'an City when the night is deep. Although he walked down the old for the first time in history today, when the carriage entered Chang'an South Gate, night Has become extremely deep.

Chu Youxian worried about his body. Today, he made a special trip to wait for him to return to the city. When two carriages stopped at the door of Lao Bi Zhai one by one, the rich man from Dongcheng poked his head out of the second carriage and looked towards Ning Que, who walked in the shop, said with admiration: "Don't worry about persuading Xie Chengyun to go downstairs, Ning Que, I really didn't expect you to be so vain, repaying grievances with virtue, with extraordinary temperament, elegant and clean..."

Ning Que turned around at the old Bi Zhaimen, smiled at him and said, "Although I will continue to listen and see how many good words you can come up with to compliment me, I must be honest and persuade The third son of Xie didn’t come down because I was worried about his body... I just fancy the place where he sits cross-legged every day, where he can enjoy the sun."

"If you do good deeds and don't like to be complimented, you have to find a reason, you guy."

Chu Youxian scolded with a smile and ordered Jiading to leave Lin 47 Lane in a carriage.

Ning Que smiled, waved his sleeves to drive away the emptiness, then walked into the shop, took the towel that Sangsang handed over and covered his face, and then collapsed in the armchair, as if all his bones and strength had been lost. Take time off in general.

Since he started to climb the building, every night when he returned to Lin 47 Lane, there was a hot towel to refresh him. Sang Sang calculated the time he would go home to the extreme, and then used boiling water to blur the towel. , To ensure that the temperature will be good.

Under the steaming white towel, Ning Que's tired voice came out: "I still don't have a good appetite today. Let's make a bowl of fried egg noodles."

Sangsang hummed, but did not leave. He stood quietly by the armchair, looking at the towel and the heat on Ning Que’s face. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Master, tomorrow... Go ahead."

Don’t think that Ning Que can still talk with people in the academy, and he can also tell Chu Youxian a few stubborn jokes. Only he and Sangsang know that these days forcibly climbing upstairs to read books, it is very difficult for his body and spirit. What kind of wastage and damage came, every day he returned from the academy to the city, he was painful and weak without the strength to speak, and because of the vomiting too much, the meal had to be swallowed with great willpower every night.

Hearing Sangsang’s voice, Ning Que looked at the white velvet forest turned into by the white towel very close in front of him, feeling the pungent heat and humidity between his mouth and nose. After a long silence, he forced his voice Riga added some relaxed smiles and said: "I didn't take you out for a shift in the college a few days ago. Tomorrow... tomorrow I won't go to the college yet. By the way, I met that idiot princess in the college today, she wants you Go play, let's go tomorrow."

Sangsang uncovered the warm towel on his face, stretched out his little hand to carefully squeeze his eyebrows, and said with a shy smile: "Your Royal Highness wants to see me? I like it too."

Ning Que closed his eyes, feeling the disgust from his eyebrows being driven away by the cold thin fingertips, sighed comfortably, and said, "Taking advantage of this, I will cross out the second name tomorrow."

Sangsang's fingertips resting on his eyebrows stiffened slightly, and looked down at his somewhat torn embroidered shoes. She didn't seem to like this thing very much.