Pay and get off.

The driver was not in a hurry to drive away. You Zai youzai lit a cigarette and handed her business card to Song Weiyang and said, "Young man, you can call me in the car in the future. My paging number is on the film. Say it in advance. , I won’t pick up if it’s far away, I won’t pick up when it’s close."

Song Weiyang put away his business card and asked with a smile, "Master, have you been in the capital? You can talk very much."

"I have never been to the capital," the driver said, "but I have been to the Great Northern Wilderness. It freezes to death as soon as winter arrives. The roasting cat is fine in winter, so I just point to a few educated youths in the team to relieve my boredom. A grandson is really good at talking, and one family still talks about cross talk. I was taken by them and I became a Beijing movie. This problem has not been completely corrected now."

"Then you go well and see you later." Song Weiyang waved.

"Oh, listening to your accent, it's also from Beijing?" The driver opened his mouth and passed the flue, "Forgot to smoke, let's chant."

Song Weiyang laughed and said: "My ancestors lived in the capital for eight generations. Grandpa's generation was an imperial doctor. He accidentally put Cixi to death. The whole family hurriedly fled for his life and went directly to the South to join the Revolutionary Party. "

"This old witch Cixi turned out to be put to death by your grandfather and grandfather. There is a case in history! You have to have a good chat with me!" The driver turned off and stopped leaving.

Song Weiyang was not in a hurry, lit a cigarette and said, "According to my grandfather, Cixi has diabetes!"

"Your grandpa should be a Chinese medicine doctor, and Chinese medicine also says diabetes?" the driver asked.

"I didn't know it at the time, so I was put to death," Song Weiyang said.

The driver quickly asked: "Then how did you know that it was diabetic?"

Song Weiyang said: "Later the imperial belongings in the palace spread to the people. A wealthy merchant bought Cixi's chamber pot, and if he couldn't figure out the authenticity, he asked my grandfather to appraise it. My grandfather knew it was used by Cixi. ! I was superstitious at the time, thinking that the things that Cixi had used could cure illnesses with the air of dragon and phoenix. A fool really believed, and stole the chamber pot to make tea, and the tea made was actually sweet! My grandfather heard about this. Son, I sighed at the time: Lafayette has diabetes!"

"Puff!"

Lin Zhuoyun couldn't help laughing, slapped Song Weiyang on the shoulder and said, "Are you disgusting? You talk nonsense."

The driver also came back to his senses, and said happily, "Young man, your grandfather is probably not a doctor. He told Cixi about cross talk, right?"

"Hey, you still don't believe me," Song Weiyang sighed. "These days, everyone likes to listen to lies, and the truth is lied on the spot. What kind of world! If this continues, can China not fall behind? You are the country. Sinners who fall behind have to bear historical responsibilities."

The driver restarted the car, stepped on the clutch gear, and waved his hand: "Young man, I will bring the chamber pot at home the next day, so that you can taste it for me, and use your family medicine to diagnose and diagnose it."

"Go!" Song Weiyang kicked the **** of the bike.

"Hahaha!" The driver laughed and left.

Lin Zhuoyun couldn't help but laughed, and said with a smile on her face: "Are you doing nothing to spare? You can brag about catching anyone."

"It's not bragging, Cixi does have diabetes," Song Weiyang said.

"Don't tell me, I also make tea in the chamber pot, and I feel sick when I think of it." Lin Zhuoyun walked forward holding her shoulders.

Song Weiyang took off his coat and was put on by her: "Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory."

"Aren't you cold?" Lin Zhuoyun grabbed her coat.

"I'm so angry, I can hold it." Song Weiyang said.

Lin Zhuoyun paced slowly next to him, feeling the temperature of her coat with her cold hands, and suddenly said: "In fact, you are a good person, but sometimes you are too poor and full of nonsense, and it feels very unreliable."

Song Weiyang said: "Mr. Lu Xun once said that we should use humor to fight against the cruel reality. Do you understand humor?"

Lin Zhuoyun stopped suddenly and tilted her head to look at him: "I finished reading "The Complete Works of Lu Xun" in high school. Why don't you remember that he said this?"

"Really? Then I remembered it wrong, it should be Shaw who said it." Song Weiyang laughed.

Lin Zhuoyun nodded her head unexpectedly: "Bernard Shaw really likes humor. He should have said this sentence."

"That's right, Bernard Shaw has too many famous sayings, and it's normal to not remember them for a while." Song Weiyang said.

Lin Zhuoyun said: "I remember a famous quote from Bernard Shaw: Youth is a breeze that blows occasionally, and it has blown my face into tears inadvertently."

"He must have trachoma." Song Weiyang commented.

Lin Zhuoyun rolled her eyes: "I still have cataracts! Can you speak up?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said: "Isn't it just memorizing famous celebrities? I'm good at it! Bernard Shaw also said: If you want to get married, get married. If you want to be single, stay single. Anyway, you will regret it in the end."

"Nonsense again." Lin Zhuoyun said.

"It's really what Bernard Shaw said." Song Weiyang was wronged this time.

Lin Zhuoyun said: "I only heard that marriage is the tomb of love."

Song Weiyang continued: "Without marriage, love will die without a place to be buried."

"Song Weiyang, speak up!" Lin Zhuoyun was almost mad, and at the same time she smiled with anger.

"I didn't talk nonsense," Song Weiyang said, "If you think about it, it is indeed the case. Love is to die, and it is only when you are impatient to find someone. This process of selecting objects is equivalent to showing your own cemetery. The good ones are the treasures of geomantic omen, and the bad ones are the dangerous ones. When the love talks are about the same, the end is about to come, so we discuss the marriage, which is tantamount to digging one's own grave. Really wait until the day of marriage, almost both of them will die in love."

"Where did so many fallacies come from?" Lin Zhuoyun smiled brighter and brighter, "Since marriage is dead, then what do you think of divorce?"

Song Weiyang said: "Let it die and live."

"You...hahaha," Lin Zhuoyun said with a trembling smile, thumping Song Weiyang's arm, "It's so mourning for you to talk about it in a good love and marriage, and there is no auspicious word from beginning to end."

Song Weiyang said, "Okay, let's have another sentence from Lu Xun, please listen carefully."

"You said." Lin Zhuoyun pursed her mouth.

Song Weiyang said: "The great Mr. Lu Xun once said that love is incurable, only love can be deeper."

Lin Zhuoyun pondered over and over and smiled: "This sentence is very artistic, but it is definitely not what Lu Xun said."

"It's really a famous saying by Lu Xun, his old man said too much, it's normal for you to remember it." Song Weiyang called injustice again.

"The style doesn't look like Lu Xun's famous saying at first. Quickly tell me who said it." Lin Zhuoyun puffed up her cheeks and threatened.

Song Weiyang raised his hand and surrendered: "Well, Thoreau said it."

"Who is Thoreau?" Lin Zhuoyun asked.

"An American philosopher, a representative of Transcendentalism." Song Weiyang said.

Lin Zhuoyun curiously asked, "What genre is Transcendentalism?"

Song Weiyang explained: "The core view of Transcendentalism advocates that people can directly understand the truth beyond feeling and reason, emphasizes the importance of intuition, and believes that everything in the human world is a microcosm of the universe. You know Emerson, right? He is Believe in Transcendentalism."

"I know Emerson. I have read his prose and poems." Lin Zhuoyun put aside her smile and stared at Song Weiyang for a moment. "You are actually very talented. As long as you don't talk nonsense, you become particularly charming."

"That is," Song Weiyang said with a smile, "I usually don't dare to look in the mirror for fear that I will be conquered by my own charm and cause myself to fall in love with myself."

"Here again," Lin Zhuoyun couldn't laugh or cry, "you're called narcissism!"

Song Weiyang said: "Confident men are generally narcissistic."

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and walked downstairs to the teacher’s dormitory~lightnovelpub.net~ She returned her coat to Song Weiyang: "Thank you for sending me back. Also, I am very happy to chat with you."

"It's right to be happy. Everyone usually calls me pistachio." Song Weiyang took the coat and put it on.

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and left, then suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, you acted as if you were hostile to Li Yalun today?"

"This is the natural reaction of a handsome guy meeting another handsome guy. Do you know that one mountain can't accommodate two tigers? A Shenghai can't accommodate two handsome guys." Song Weiyang said.

"You won't be jealous anymore?" Lin Zhuoyun smiled happily.

Song Weiyang took a step back quickly: "Teacher Lin, you can't talk nonsense. I have a very pure respect and love for you, the kind of respect and love the students have for the teacher. Please don't use your filthy thoughts to speculate about my innocent heart! "

"Get out!" Lin Zhuoyun scolded with a smile.

"See you tomorrow!" Song Weiyang waved his hand and turned away.

Lin Zhuoyun gritted her teeth, then laughed suddenly, and muttered: "I only know the **** who is acting stupid!"