Chapter III Rose

Wen/Yuan Peng

? In Yuan Hao's room, it is clean and tidy, full of flowers and books. Besides many books, there are many flowers. The fragrance of potted flowers and the ink fragrance of books and periodicals make me feel indescribable. I am intoxicated with Yuan Hao's article and am absorbed in reading. "You like reading, too", Yuan Hao wakes up

? I said embarrassedly, "I saw ... you were still sleeping, so I didn't wake you up. I'm sorry to just look through your things."

"It doesn't matter, you just read the article when you write it." Yuan Hao smiled and said

? "By the way, I stewed chicken soup, you try it!" It suddenly occurred to me that the chicken soup was still on his desk, but it was not hot now. I handed it to Yuan Hao at the bedside? "Thank you, Yuan Qi". Yuan Hao is a little embarrassed. He is really cute when he is embarrassed. His face is red, hehe

? I said happily, "We are neighbors now, and we belong to our family. It is proper to help each other, so you are welcome"

? "Hmm", Yuan Hao nodded politely

? Yuan Hao drank the chicken soup: "The chicken soup is delicious, and your cooking is good"

? Yuan Hao is praising me. I don't know how happy I am. I have long put myself in the first place in the world, but I still say against my will: "Really?" I don't think today's cooking is good, and the taste is terrible. You will try to have some "

? "You are too modest, it really smells good", Yuan Hao said

? "If you like it, I will often cook it for you in the future." I bowed my head a little shyly and said,

? "How dare you?" Yuan Hao said quickly.

? "It's okay. I like cooking anyway. It's too much trouble for you to cook alone. Let me know what you want to eat in the future, and I'll cook it for you. People will have an atmosphere when they eat more." I said,

? Yuan Hao said, "Sometimes it takes me a long time to go out and shoot, and the time is not fixed, so I eat at a different time from you"

? "Oh, well, by the way, I've known you for so long, and I don't know what you do?" , I asked

? "I work as an editor and photographer in Blue Leaves Magazine", Yuan Hao said

? "No wonder, I said, why do you like taking pictures so much? Your literary talent is quite good. I see that many of your articles have been published in newspapers and magazines, which is amazing."

? "Photography and writing are my interests, and I think it will be more efficient to do what I am interested in," Yuan Hao said solemnly. "Yes, you will be motivated only if you are interested. Your articles are very emotional, and almost every article can be selected." I said,

? "I work in Blue Leaf Magazine, but I don't know why my articles are more likely to be published in hundreds of millions of newspapers, and the manuscript fee given to me by Yifeng Newspaper is also higher." Yuan Hao said doubtfully,

? "Who cares? If your works are good, you will be valued everywhere. Maybe Yifeng newspaper will see that you are very talented and want to dig you up." I guessed

? Yuan Hao didn't say anything. After drinking chicken soup, he looked at me with grateful eyes and said politely, "Thank you for taking care of me when you are so busy"

? "It's no trouble, I'm free every day, hee hee." I packed my bowl and said, "You have a good rest." Then I was ready to go back.

? At this moment, someone knocked at the door, and I went out to open the door. It turned out that it was Song Liming who came to see Yuan Hao. He greeted me with a fruit basket: "Hello, Yuan Qi, are you here?"

? "Yes, Yuan Hao is ill. I'll see him." I said,

? Song Liming put down the fruit basket and went to Yuan Hao's bedside and said, "Brother Hao, it's cold. Take care of yourself. You are usually quite strong. How can you say that you are sick when you are sick? Are you better now?"

? Yuan Hao and Shao Liming are colleagues and friends. They jokingly said, "When I was strong and sick, I wouldn't have caught a cold from the sea breeze if I were an iron man. It's okay. I've already taken medicine."

? Song Liming took an apple and threw it to Yuan Hao: "Eat more fruit, the apple is your favorite fruit, and it has been washed"

? "You are good at physics, and parabola is so tangible", Yuan Hao said with a smile

? "If I had been good at physics, I would have gone to Tsinghua in those years, and I might still be a boss now, hehe", said Song Liming with a sigh and smiled. Yuan Hao and Song Liming have always had a very good relationship, and they talked freely. I am different. Yuan Hao is always very polite and polite to me, which implies a gap. How much I want to break this so-called gap and blend in with them, like him and Song Liming, to share and bear with him when I am happy? "You two talked so much as soon as we met, and you ignored me." I pretended to be angry and said,

? "How can it be? You and Brother Hao are neighbors and family, and you take care of Yuan Hao so carefully. Maybe one day I will be neglected." Song Li looked at Yuan Hao again in the Ming Dynasty, making a bad eye smile and saying

? "Don't talk nonsense, it's all friends", Yuan Hao said

? "Yes, Song Liming, I was honest when I saw you in karaoke last time, and it seems that you are also glib." I said this on my lips, but I was very happy. I hope Song Liming would say more of this kind of words. In fact, in front of the person I like, it is a bit embarrassing for two people to get along. If there are other people present, this embarrassment will be reduced. It is often through other people's words to cover up this embarrassment and convey some feelings that I want to express but dare not express. < P > I got up and said, "Song Liming, I just stewed chicken soup today. I'll let you drink a bowl for free, for you are Yuan Hao's buddy."

? Song Liming said shyly, "How dare you ..."

? Before he finished, I went out, and soon I brought a bowl of chicken soup to Song Liming, who said with great gratitude, "Let you ... personally bring a bowl of chicken soup, thank you"

? "Come on, drink quickly, it will get cold later. You have come a long way. You must be hungry. I'll serve it to you later if you don't finish eating enough." I smiled and said,

? After Song Liming finished drinking chicken soup, the three of us talked for a long time. Being with Yuan Hao will make me very vulgar, because Yuan Hao's special literati temperament is always high above me, which makes me feel too sacred to approach, because I like him too much, so I dare not get along with him with my true self, and I am always worried that I will have many shortcomings in the original ecology to make him dislike; But I don't feel this way with Song Liming. It's natural to communicate without tension. Perhaps it's because I don't like him. I always want to show my best side to the one I love, and I can do whatever I don't like. ?

? We talked a lot. When we said goodbye to them, I said, "It's late now. How do you sleep at night?"

? "Let's sleep in the same bed and just squeeze together," said Song Liming.

? Seeing that I was a little surprised, Yuan Hao explained, "The last time we went on a business trip, we couldn't book a hotel during the tourist season, so we were crowded together, and good friends got used to it"

? I thought how awkward it was for two big men to sleep together, but Yuan Hao explained that, besides, with his cultivation, I couldn't think of doing anything out of line. I thought that I felt too vulgar, and I always thought others were so rude. I must not be so vulgar. I wanted to chase Yuan Hao. Hey hey, I was wishful thinking when I walked to the door. I turned around and said, "Yuan Hao, I like you very much." "Well, if you like it, take it and have a look", Yuan Hao said

? I happily picked up his portfolio and said "thank you" and went back

? I chatted with Yuan Hao for a long time that day, and it was really nice to chat with him. He always spoke softly and faintly, and sometimes he wanted to chat with him all night, which brought us closer together.

? When I went back at night, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night. I couldn't wait to turn over Yuan Hao's collection of works. An article, Dong Feng Tan, deeply attracted me:

Dong Feng Tan

Wen/Yuan Hao

? In the winter of the Year of the Horse in Jiawu, the morning will be refreshing, and the rest of the party will walk. Suddenly, I heard the sound coming from the northwest, and I listened to it with horror. At first, I whispered softly and bleakly, and then I flew to the sky and suddenly made waves. It is like an iron horse going to the enemy, and it is like a pack of wolves hungry. Looking around, the blue sky is set against the white clouds, and there is nothing moving around, only the vegetation tends to one side, and the dead leaves fly paper moves elsewhere. This is the winter wind.

? Looking at the appearance of winter, its color is dim, the sky is low and withered; Its capacity is miserable, the smoke is misty and the clouds are gathering; Its spirit is fierce, biting and stiff; Its meaning is bleak, the mountain is silent and the water falls. Alas, what is the winter wind? Flowers are in full bloom and blooming, and good grass is lush and pleasant; However, the flowers wither when brushed, and the grass turns pale when touched, so the sound of the wind is mournful and eager, like a call sign and angry.

? Things are sad when they are old, and they will die when they are too prosperous; Ah! The vegetation is ruthless, and the sky will fall. Man is an animal, and he is only the spirit of things. Sometimes all kinds of worries disturb his heart, and everything invades his body. If he feels it, he will move his spirit. On the day of increase, I think that I can't do it, and I worry about those who can't do it in years. Therefore, for a long time, I turned my Dan Rong into a piece of wood and moved my black silk into a star cream. Why use the body of non-stone to compete with the universe for glory; However, if we look at it instead, I have a sigh in my heart: "The winter wind is powerless, how can it be stronger than the world?"

? Yuan Hao's literary accomplishment is quite profound. I tried to read it three times, but I still didn't fully understand the content of this classical Chinese. How could he write ancient Chinese? How did he do it? How good the vernacular is, it is comfortable and easy to read. Alas, I didn't learn Chinese well in primary school, I couldn't read Tang poetry in junior high school and I couldn't read Song poetry in senior high school, so I can't get into Yuan Hao's mind now. Looking at it, I suddenly turned to a page with a red highlighter:

? Love flowers, love trees, love autumn wind, love songs, love poems, love people "

? These two poems are very literary. They must have been written by Yuan Hao. Yuan Hao wrote two poems for some girl. I am a little sad to think of them, but when I look carefully, the fonts are fine, the intervals are clear and concise. Although Yuan Hao works carefully and has excellent analysis and judgment, this font doesn't look like Yuan Hao's writing. Yuan Hao writes forcefully, just like a ghost painting a peach symbol. The Yellow River bends eighteen times, which is also a big shortcoming of Yuan Hao, but it seems to be the only shortcoming I have found so far. In fact, I am a little happy to see Yuan Hao's ugly handwriting. It's not that I gloat, but that I find such a handsome man has shortcomings, so I won't be right. So who wrote these two poems? Thinking about thinking about not knowing when I fell asleep.

? The winter temperature in the south is not very low, but it is very cold. Unlike the north, the south is wet and cold, and it is cold through the bones. In a blink of an eye, it is Christmas Eve on February 24, and I haven't received any apples since I was so big. Basically, I haven't sent any apples. Will I receive Yuan Hao's apples tonight? If he gives me an apple, I will stay up all night, but I know that he will never give me an apple, let alone an apple. Even meaningful holidays like Christmas Eve and New Year's Day are no different from usual for him.

? Today, in order to spend time with Yuan Hao, I specially asked for leave, and I don't intend to stay in this company, so I asked for leave to have a rest. More importantly, I wanted to spend some time with Yuan Hao, which just killed two birds with one stone. Unlike what I saw on TV, talented people can't live without wine and women. They are all romantic talents. Yuan Hao always looks lonely. Maybe talented people and beautiful women are always lonely and quiet, and there will only be a bunch of waste talents under the lights. This is my sigh against the fresh and refined contrast between those boys who can only drink and sing every day and Yuan Hao!

? I got up early and saw that Yuan Hao's door was closed. I wanted to invite him to dinner, so I knocked on his door. As a result, his door was locked. It seems that he had already gone out, and his phone was turned off. His mobile phone was often turned off because he didn't want to be disturbed when he took pictures. I knew he must have gone to the Bund, so I put on my most beautiful clothes and dressed up beautifully to find Yuan Hao on the Bund.

? There were many people on the Bund. I searched for Yuan Hao in the crowd for a long time, but I didn't see him. I walked on. There was a group of pigeons under the Monument to the People's Heroes, and there was a man squatting next to him taking pictures of the pigeons. He was Yuan Hao, wearing a red sweater and jeans. The cold airflow made Yuan Hao's face a little red with cold, and his nose was also red. The white inside was red, which revealed his handsome as if he were lying drunk.

? "Yuan Hao, I knew you would come to the Bund as soon as I guessed. Hehe, I will come to the Bund when I find you later." I patted him on the shoulder and said,

? "How did you come here on such a cold day? It's windy by the Huangpu River." Yuan Hao turned around and saw me and said,

? "I have nothing to do, so I came to the Bund to enjoy the scenery of Huangpu River. I didn't expect to meet you here." I giggled and thought that I was actually here to see you, but girls should be reserved, so I said that.

? Yuan Hao didn't say anything, then I said, "So many pigeons are dancing, which is a bit like the scenes in John Woo's movies. The effect is definitely good. Let me see your photos"

? Yuan Hao handed me the SLR, and I talked with Yuan Hao about photography. Let's talk about photography. In my mouth, it is "taking pictures", which is very vulgar. From Yuan Hao's mouth, it is very elegant, and it is "photography". I feel very vulgar again.

? "It's quite cold on the Bund. Let's go shopping. Anyway, you've finished shooting pigeons." I looked at Yuan Hao expectantly and said,

? "Ok", I didn't expect Yuan Hao to readily agree

? I'm very happy. We went to Nanjing Pedestrian Street. We were hungry at noon. We went to Pingchengwu Japanese Food Store.

? "Yuan Hao, please order." I handed Yuan Hao the recipe.

? "I will do whatever I want", Yuan Hao said

? I know that Yuan Hao likes to eat salmon, so I ordered a sashimi platter. Yuan Hao looked at me and seemed to find this. To cover it up, I quickly said, "Three ... salmon, I like it very much. It's boring to just eat vegetables. Let's have some wine!" Tonight is Christmas Eve, let's celebrate "

? "Christmas Eve and peace are often the same, since you