MTL - Gifting You With A City that Will Never Be Isolated-Chapter 9

After half an hour, Cheng Jingbo returned to the cafe.

"I read the book you recommended." When he sat down, Bai Ziren found an opening statement.

"how do you feel?"

"To tell the truth." Bai Ziren had some throughput, but no disguise. "Not too good to read, some metaphors can not understand."

"It's normal. Just reading a book that you haven't touched in the past is more or less obstructive."

"If you can't read it all the time?"

"Then don't read it," he said. "What is really not of interest, don't have to be reluctant."

Bai Ziren hesitated and asked: "Is it superficial?"

"No, what a person reads can't represent his depth, and often he sees what he is willing to do."

"Really?"

"Yes, I went to a mountain area a few years ago. There is an old lady who has been farming in the fields for decades, living alone, without family, but the local children love to go to her house because she will Paper-cutting, the tiger cut out is alive, she teaches the children how to cut, and gives them a snack, let them spend a very happy time in her house.” Cheng Jingbo slowly chats with her, seeing with her The change of light outside the window will be slightly brighter for a while. "I think she is an amazing person, although she is illiterate."

“Really, people who can make others feel happy are great.” She thought of herself, and she couldn’t help herself. “I can’t do it.”

Cheng Jingbo held the coffee pot to continue with Bai Ziren.

Her gaze went down his clean sleeves, from his wrists, back to his fingers, his hands were beautiful, and even a simple move with a coffee pot made him reluctant to remove his eyes.

"You don't have to deny yourself." He pushed the cup closer to her as he spoke.

She reached over the hot cup and recollected what he said.

"If you really want to read a book, you can choose something you like, and others don't necessarily recommend it." He put down the coffee pot and pulled back the topic.

"But what you recommend must be good." She just wanted to read the book he liked.

"Because I am a teacher?"

"You look like you are suitable for reading."

"I look like a nerd?"

"No." Bai Ziren found that she was somewhat difficult to portray. He gave her a feeling of speciality, especially within the scope of her vocabulary, but she squeezed out as many words as possible. "You are very modest, have Insights, and respect and understanding, are not the same as most people."

"Thank you for your compliments, but aren't there many people like this?"

"Maybe a lot, but I don't have much experience, and it's really less like you." She emphasized with one sentence, "Probably only you, just you, completely different."

Cheng Jingbo tried to digest what she said: "It sounds like I am a real wonder."

"No..." Bai Ziren did not expect him to misunderstand, and quickly clarified.

"Just kidding, don't be nervous." He was a little more relaxed than he had just said. "Actually, I know what you mean."

Bai Ziren shut up, no longer multilingual.

"I always like to listen to people's compliments," he said calmly. "I am not modest in terms of aspects, especially the praise from the population with good academic performance."

The four words of good learning and good quality were when I was eating yesterday. Mu Zibei specially described his sister to Cheng Jingbo, because he repeatedly said it several times and made him remember.

Bai Ziren was a little embarrassed, but did not deny himself, and thought of Mu Zibei, said: "Yes, my brother had a low fever last night."

"Sick? How is it now?"

"The fever has gone down, and now I am resting in bed."

"Mu Zibei, he is the most interesting child I have ever seen."

"Ok?"

"Smart and precocious, some innocuous little naughty." He and her face to face, eyes no touch, "I don't think you look like it, but it won't look the same for a long time. The eyes to the nose are very similar."

"He is my half-brother, and I am very different from my age, so it is a pity that I have not been able to spend my childhood together."

"It turned out to be the case."

"What about you? Do you have other brothers and sisters besides Dr. Cheng?"

Just talking about this, Xiaoji came up with a new hot muffin and placed it in the center of the table. He said with a smile: "I tasted my craft in a hot way. I specially put twice the fresh milk to ensure the taste is pure. ”

"Thank you." Bai Ziren thanked.

"You are his VIP, of course, you have to entertain yourself." Xiao Ji Chao Cheng Jing Po Nunu mouth, "He really has little time to sit here to chat with people, even we let him tell a philosophical story, he does not How do you love to say."

Xiao Ji used a "companion" word to make Bai Ziren flattered. In her impression, it is clear that she took the initiative to talk to him, and he was polite, or purely when she was a reading enthusiast, she would have this Patience and talk to her.

Cheng Jingbo answered Xiaoji: "Because you are not really interested, I am afraid that when I first said the beginning, the audience fell asleep."

"The excuse is not to be willing to take care of us." Xiaoji held the disc, bowed his head and rushed to Baiziren, and then turned and went back, leaving them alone.

"Don't you eat?" Bai Ziren tasted a muffin and thought it tasted good.

“I tasted hundreds of flavors in the first few days of opening, and I will give it to me for free. I have to think about it.”

Bai Ziren understands this kind of mood very much. He is no longer polite. He slowly eats one piece at a time. When he thinks of something, he asks: "Would you like to tell a philosophical story to me?"

"What do you want to hear?" To her surprise, he promised it very directly.

"I remember that in high school, the philosophy teacher told a love story about Descartes. He left a function before his death. After he was released, he was a heart-shaped line. He gave his princess a lover. Is that true history?"

"The facts are not so romantic. He is not in love with the so-called princess, nor does he leave a legendary function before his death. In fact, Descartes, as the teacher of the Swedish Queen at the time, was asked to teach at 5 am every day. At that time, it was winter, the temperature was very low. He was always weak and could not adapt to the cold of northern Europe. In addition, his philosophical thoughts were not valued by the Queen, and it was inevitable that he was depressed and eventually died."

"So, is the legend of the heart-shaped line fake?"

"There is no rigorous evidence that the heart-shaped line is the invention of Descartes."

Bai Ziren nodded: "Actually, I suspected that the story was fake."

"why?"

"I think the function he left is very difficult. It is unlikely that the princess's level will be solved. Besides, people will die. They will not be so complicated in their intellectuality. It is probably just a legend that the world likes. ”

After listening to what she said, Cheng Jingbo smiled and thought about it: "Your doubts are correct."

"But I really like that heart-shaped line." Bai Ziren picked up a small book and a pen on one side. "Remember this."

She draws a coordinate neatly, trying to connect the points on the trajectory together to form two semi-arcs, handing over to one point and turning into a heart.

Cheng Jingbo coveted her to read the pen, and the long eyelashes covered the ray of light floating in his eyes.

When she finished painting, he took it and said: "Few girls will paint this."

"I just think it's beautiful, so remember."

"If you want to look beautiful, there is a function graph that is a butterfly curve." He borrowed her pen and drew a coordinate, evenly connected.

A few minutes later, he handed it to her, and there was a winged butterfly on the coordinates, which was sensible and beautiful.

She stared for a long time, then closed, as a gift he sent, and then looked up at his eyes, and more and more felt that the calm, focused and intelligent ink color, really good-looking, even a little private Hide it.

Waiting for a pot of hot coffee to bottom out, Bai Ziren should have left, Cheng Jingbo asked her how to go back, she said to take the bus.

"I am going to the station with you." He stood up and stared at the bodhi pendant on the corner of the table. "Don't forget."

The temperature in the early winter is already very low, and the people on the street are dressed thickly. When walking side by side, there is a slight friction between the coat and the jacket.

Bai Ziren took his hands in his jacket pocket and bowed his head slightly. He occasionally glanced at him. He didn't say anything after going out. She defaulted that he needed to be quiet, or thinking about something, naturally no noise.

In fact, this feeling is very subtle. I once thought that it was just a person who met each other and would soon forget each other. Now I am on my left shoulder, just a short distance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, her gaze moved from his straight legs, his sagging arms, his slightly curved clean fingers, to his wide shoulders, and then ready to go up... He had already bowed his head and caught her swimming. Observed and asked: "What are you looking at?"

Bai Ziren denied: "Nothing."

He regained his gaze and had some doubts, but did not investigate what she had just interested in.

They walked to the station and got wind on the road. It was easy to feel the cold when they passed the surface. The strange thing is that she doesn't feel cold. The hand in her pocket is a little hot, and I don't know where this warmth comes from. .

He bought an evening newspaper at the kiosk next to the station and read the bus while waiting for him.

In a few minutes, his silence made her feel uncomfortable, but she didn't know how to break the silence. The sizzling atmosphere has always been something she is not good at. All she can do is wait for him to say the next sentence.

When the bus came, she still didn't wait for him to speak until the car stopped in front of her, she had to say goodbye.

Just as she was on the bus, a small accident occurred. The long scarf on her neck was blown off her shoulders by a strong wind. When she turned her head, she saw him coming up.

He bent over and picked up the scarf. When the driver's master urged him, he reached out and hung it on her neck, and circled it neatly, even with a knot.

Then, as if she had an illusion, she saw his pupil flashing a smile that was as indulgent as a child.

"In this way, the knot will not fall again." This time, he even lowered his voice.

Between the electric and the Flint, she recalls the unique tone of his answer to the strange questions of Mu Zibei.

For example, Muzi North will be the bottom of the line: "Cheng Da Ge, what can you eat in the end to be similar to you?"

"Green vegetables and radishes, you will have a noticeable effect when you insist on eating for a while."

"What effect?"

“The five senses will become more three-dimensional, especially the lines of the chin will gradually become clear.”

"Ah? Big brother, are you turning your corner and saying that my face is round?"

"Well? I clearly said it is straightforward." His voice was smiling and his eyes were.

And just now his eyes once again showed such a shallow and inclusive smile, although only for a moment, but the object is her.

His goodbye pulled back her thoughts, and she quickly woke up and nodded to him.

Bai Ziren got on the bus and had no seat. She stood in the middle of the carriage, pulled the bracelet and looked out the window. He was going back.

In the crowded carriage, she whispered in her ear, and it was very noisy, but she felt like she was staying in a small corner away from it, and she felt the joy of being alone. The right hand of the pocket, the palm of his hand against the Bodhi that he helped her back, seems to have held a small sun. 2k novel reading network