Chapter 88 The Birth of the Great Shameless Pen Pal

Looking at the white paper falling at the feet, the fat boy named Chen Pipi was slightly stunned. His pupils, as thin as rice grains, quickly turned a few times. Two wrinkles were squeezed out on his cheeks like a steamed bun, indicating that the moment he was in his heart. He was puzzled, and then he thought for a long time and finally made a very difficult decision. He squatted down his fat body in great pain, stretched out his short, fat and cute right hand, picked up the piece of paper with difficulty, and then gasped for several breaths.

"Being a fat man is the most pitiful thing in the world."

Chen Pipi trembled with her smooth and tender thick lips, and said with regret. Then she lowered her head and looked at the words on the paper, subconsciously chanting: "Go up the floor, go up the floor, go up the floor, you have all the worries before , I'm the boy who makes firewood by the mobi Lake, why bother to learn to say that the weather is cold? It's important to know that autumn is not coming today..."

"Being a fat man is not the most pitiful 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 academy. He shook his head and said sympathetically: "With me, this is my fault." Compared to a genius, ordinary people like you are truly pitiful."

The world of mortals and geniuses is always incompatible. Chen Pipi can understand the distress and despair of the poor guy, but he has no intention of treating the other person's pain as his own. He commented casually, then stuffed the tissue paper back into the bookshelf and held it I was ready to leave with the book "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" I wanted.

Suddenly he turned around and took out the tissue paper again. Looking at the dense handwriting on it, his thick eyebrows raised a little on his smooth and plump forehead, and said in surprise: "This guy's handwriting is good."

With a sigh, he stuffed the paper into the bookshelf again and prepared to leave again. He turned around again, took out the tissue paper again, looked carefully for a while, and exclaimed, "It's not good, it's very good."

Want to leave but stay, Chen Pipi found that his behavior at this moment was a bit deformed and ridiculous. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at the feeling of the poor guy on the paper, murmured to himself: "Is it Mr. Haotian even thinks You are so pitiful, so you should use this hand to help me help you, a poor person?"

Sometimes people only need an excuse to make decisions, even if it is a created excuse. Tonight's Chen Pipi doesn't know that what he does next will change a person's life in a sense. He just wants to do something. So he did something, and from this perspective, he was indeed much more free and easy than a poor person.

Walking to the desk of the east window, sitting down, taking advantage of the stars and silver lights that sprinkled in outside the window, Chen Pipi looked at the poor man with interest and said, his fat fingers tapped the window building from time to time, and there were night birds outside the window. Scream lightly.

"I went into the building for seventeen days, and I practiced hard every day, but I couldn't practice words and words to the heart. I could only watch them slip away. I had been awake and had no reason to fall into a sweet dream, but they were always Not here."

"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are true, why can't I remember them? If they exist between truth and false, is the ink that writes them true or not? False? Is the paper that carries them true or false?"

After reading these words, Chen Pipi pouted, her fat face was full of disapproval, just like a boy who had eaten countless bowls of authentic Zhongshan Road hot dry noodles in Xicheng since childhood saw someone facing the modified spicy fried sauce. The poor man with a sad face and no idea how to stir up the problem, reveals a sense of pride and conceit from the bottom of his heart.

Just grinding ink in the night, the starlight sprinkled into the ink, and Chen Pipi used his fat fingers to catch the delicate brush that his senior sister used to. Behind the thin paper, it was a big explanation, and it was a big explanation with his fat body. Differently, the small flies-like small calligraphy on the paper is so delicate and meticulous.

"Poor guy, don't believe in nonsense about whether you look at a mountain or a mountain. If Mr. Haotian was doing all day long and asked us these questions, wouldn't it be too boring?"

"The objective things that exist are of course real. For example, the handwriting in this book is even more real than my pride and conceit at this time. Although the talisman master tampered with these handwritings, you must believe that it is real. , If you can't believe it yourself, then your eyes will naturally not believe it."

"Writings are objective and real existence, and paper is also objective and real existence. It's just that when this paper reflects the spring light outside the window, it reflects into your eyes that don't know whether it's big or small, and then you don't know whether it's smart or not As soon as my mind understands it, it becomes a false existence."

"The spring light reflected on the paper is already an explanation. When you see it, it is another explanation. You try to understand it. The explanation is often a misunderstanding. The more you explain, the things will be different from what they were originally. Same."

"If you think this is not understandable, then the genius has to be forced to use the stupidest example method: the objective reality of things is like a naked beauty, which can only be accepted, and does not need to be understood by you and me, just like That naked beauty, no matter whether her breasts are big or small, her butt is round or upright, and the tuft of hair under her lower abdomen is thick, thin, thick or thin, these are all objective and true, and you can't change her."

"And when you look at her lustfully and think about how beautiful she is, and when you want to get to her, these thoughts will turn into clothes. Every time you think about it and try to understand it, you will be in She put on a dress on her charming and beautiful body, until you finally forgot what she looked like at first and how big her breasts were."

"How to solve this problem? The method is very simple. Remember the scene when she saw her unclothed at the beginning, no matter whether she was the saint of Dahe Kingdom or Ye Hongyu in the Xiling Temple, if she didn't think about it, she would ask if she would offer flowers. Play the piano and go straight up and fuck her simply and roughly! Women are used to be fucked! Not for you to understand!"

The ink expresses his heart straight and whispers, and the tangerines are scattered and the face is full of energy, and I am very satisfied. He was regarded as a rare genius since childhood. However, for many years, he studied with great sages and masters, and only by listening honestly, he did not have such an opportunity to teach others unscrupulously. He praised himself:

"Although the words are vulgar, the truth is not rough. I just hope you don't get caught by these words."

After Moji was blown dry by the night wind outside the east window, he stood up proudly and walked back to the bookshelf with one step and three steps. The fat on his face was shaken and trembled. He put the paper back in "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" and was too lazy to care about the basic textbooks between him and his second senior brother tonight.

Just as he was about to put the thin booklet into the recycling rack, a hint of hesitation suddenly flashed across his fat face. He thought that helping the poor guy was a serious violation of the rules of the old bookstore. However, he immediately remembered that the teacher said Another sentence, the eyes that were as small as mung beans turned, stuffed the book into the shelf, and then left with a cool look.

"Rules are just a big fuck."

Nympho

Nympho

Ning Que set out from Linsuoqi Lane before dawn every day, and he could only return to Chang'an City when the night was deep. Although he walked down the old bookstore for the first time in history, when the carriage entered the south gate of Chang'an, the night had changed. Extremely deep.

Chu Youxian was worried about his body, so he made a special trip to wait for him to return to the city together. When two carriages were parked at the door of Lao Bizhai one by one, the rich man from Dongcheng poked his head out of the second carriage and watched as he walked into the shop. Ning Que said with admiration: "Ignoring past grudges, persuade Xie Chengyun to go downstairs. Ning Que, I really didn't expect you to be so humble, repay your grievances with kindness, be extraordinary, and be elegant and noble..."

Ning Que stood at the door of Lao Bizhai and turned around, looking at him with a smile and said, "Although I continue to listen, see how many good words you can come up with to compliment me, I must be honest and advised to thank the third son. I went downstairs not because I was worried about his body… I just took a fancy to the place where he sat cross-legged every day, where the sun could be basked in the sun."

"If you do good things, you don't like to be flattered. You have to find a reason to pickle it up. You are."

Chu Youxian laughed and scolded, and ordered his servants to drive the carriage and leave Lin47 Alley.

Ning Que smiled, waved his sleeves and drove away from the void, then walked into the store, took the towel handed over Sangsang and covered it on his face, and then collapsed in the chair, as if all the bones and strength had been evacuated. .

Since I started climbing the stairs, I returned to Lin47 Lane every night, and there would be a hot hot towel to restore his spirit. Sangsang calculated the time he went home very accurately, and then slurped the towel with boiling water to ensure the temperature. Will be fine.

Below the steaming white towel, Ning Que's tired voice came from: "I still have a bad appetite today, so just make a bowl of fried egg noodles."

Sangsang nodded softly, but did not leave. He stood quietly beside the chair, looking at the towel and heat on Ning Que's face, and after a long period of silence, he suddenly spoke, "Young Master, don't go tomorrow... ."

Although Ning Que can still talk to others in the academy and tell a few stubborn jokes with Chu Youxian, only he and Sangsang know what it has brought to his body and spirit by forcing him to climb the tower to read these days. He returned to the city from the academy every day, and he was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak. Because he vomited too much, he had to swallow this meal every night with great willpower.

Hearing Sangsang's voice, Ning Que looked at the white forest transformed from the white towels in front of him, feeling the spicy high temperature and humidity between his mouth and nose. After a long period of silence, he forced some to add some to his voice. A relaxed smile said, "I didn't take you out to play in the academy a few days ago, tomorrow... I won't go to the academy for now. By the way, today I met that idiot princess in the academy. She wants you to play. Let's go tomorrow."

Sangsang opened the towel on his face that had become warm, stretched out his little hand and pinched his eyebrows seriously, and said with a shy smile: "Your Highness the Princess wants to see me? I like it too."

Ning Que closed his eyes, feeling the annoyance between his eyebrows being driven away by the cold fingertips. He sighed comfortably and said, "Take this reason, cross out the second name tomorrow."

Sangsang's fingertips on his eyebrows froze slightly, and he looked down at his somewhat torn embroidered shoes. It seemed that she didn't like this matter much.