Chapter 194 (1/2)

Mu ruoxian smiled bitterly and said, ”what else can I do? Lu Haotian already has a girlfriend. Can you ask your cousin me to be a junior?”

”Xiao San, Chen Yan didn't marry that guy again. As long as he didn't marry, you have the right to pursue your happiness!” Jiang Leilei talked seriously and instilled her own fallacies into mu ruoxian. ”I've never heard that it's illegal for an unmarried man to sleep with a woman other than his girlfriend!”

Mu ruoxian instantly blushed and suddenly patted Jiang Leilei's arm. Half Jiao and half angry said, ”what's the wrong theory? Go and hit home with your Gao Xijun!”

Mu ruoxian suddenly remembered Chekov's famous novel, the man in a condom.

”The man in a suit” is about a middle school ancient Greek teacher in a small town, Belikov. He also wears rain shoes and goes out with an umbrella on a sunny day. He is used to putting all his daily utensils in a suit. He was isolated from the world, just like a man in a condom, but he liked to report everywhere, which endangered the freedom of the residents of the small town for a long time, and the life of the small town became lifeless. He also wanted to get married, but he was afraid of ”what happened” and dared not propose to the woman for a long time. Later, he saw her riding a bicycle on the street and thought it was too disgraceful. Therefore, he quarreled with her brother, was pushed down the stairs and soon died.

In fact, there are many people like Jiang Leilei in this world. They always find all kinds of reasons to convince themselves for their actions, whether correct or incorrect.

In fact, isn't this just another kind of person in the trap?

Chekov's book has become a masterpiece because it reveals a certain thought of people's potential consciousness, which is the spark of the collision between thought and text.

Mu ruoxian's words do not have such amazing energy. They can be handed down for centuries and become a world-class masterpiece. However, her words can still help her free from emotional pain.

Influenced by her mother and read many world-class masterpieces, she wrote two poems through this class. All her feelings for Lu Haotian are expressed in poetry.

After revising over and over again, you can say that you are in a great mood. What's troubling is that before she felt comfortable for too long, she was robbed by Jiang Leilei and handed over to Lu Haotian.

Jiang Leilei sat on the seat in front of Lu Haotian's desk, stared at the horizontal paper on his desk, smiled and asked, ”what did my cousin write?”

Lu Haotian twisted the horizontal grid paper and said with a smile, ”first of all, the words are well written. Every stroke can be printed into calligraphy and sold for money!”

Jiang Leilei looked proud and said with a smile, ”that's my cousin's pen writing, but she has made great efforts. If you want me to say, the national pen writing master is my cousin's level!”

Mu ruoxian was three meters away from Lu Haotian. He was like a primary school student who handed in his composition. Every point increased or decreased. It seems that it can kill her.

Otherwise how to say: test the teacher's magic weapon and divide the students' lifeblood!

Teacher Lu Haotian recited softly: ”The sky is clear and vast. Thousands of years of white clouds are like marshmallows. They fall slowly to kiss the earth. You know, white clouds are lighter than a feather and float on the top of the mountain. But how do you know that white clouds love the earth and want to play together. They are thousands of miles away. Thousands of disasters have passed, and the sea has become a mulberry field. Everything is still... Irritability, depression and pain The body of the white cloud becomes a huge dark cloud. It drips and seeps into the ground. It is rain, tears and love! Land, how do you know that the white cloud has made a dream of eighteen thousand miles! Just to be with you - three lives and three lifetimes. ”

”How is it? Is there any standard?” Jiang Leilei raised her eyebrows and asked.

At the same time, mu ruoxian's pupils were magnified several times, and her sight should be completely condensed on Lu Haotian.

Unconsciously, her right hand was already clenching her fist tightly. She smiled bitterly and thought to herself: what are you looking forward to doing so?

Lu Haotian did not make any comments, but just took the second poem to it and read it silently word by word:

For a long time,

Melancholy did not take a second,

You and I stared at each other.

A red heart,

Beating slowly,

Struggling in the abyss of pain.

How lucky,

Time helps me escape the abyss.

Through countless days and nights,

In an unknown deep alley,