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Frowning, Zhao Fusheng looked at a young man standing behind Mu Qingqing, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome appearance, standing together, they looked more like a couple.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Fusheng asked calmly, taking a step back.

Although Mu Qingqing is a goddess, it has nothing to do with her.

The mother of a man surnamed Zhang once seriously warned her son: In this world, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will deceive others.

The four words "beautiful woman" itself represent countless troubles.

Zhao Fusheng could clearly feel this point from the way the boy behind Mu Qingqing looked at him.

To put it simply, it is the gaze of a rival in love.

After all, Zhao Fusheng's psychological age is dozens of years old, and he can't be as knowledgeable as a young man, but he will not express any kindness to a same-sex who shows hostility towards him.

"Well, I want to invite you to join our poetry club." Mu Qingqing smiled slightly, as if she didn't notice the turbulent undercurrent between the two opposite sexes.

Pointing to the tall boy, he said to Zhao Fusheng, "This is Li Zhiyuan, the president of our school's poetry club."

"Hello, I'm Li Zhiyuan." The tall boy came over and held out his hand to Zhao Fusheng.

"Hello, Zhao Fusheng." Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook hands with the other party.

It seems that there is a tacit understanding, the hands of the two people just shook hands in vain, and there was no real contact.

It is said that same-sex repels and opposite-sex attracts, the more excellent two same-sex meet together, the dating will repel each other.In fact, there is some truth to this statement.

After all, like a proud male peacock, every man always hopes that he is the one who attracts the most attention in front of the beautiful opposite sex.

Li Zhiyuan is obviously Mu Qingqing's admirer, Zhao Fusheng can see this from his eyes.

But unfortunately, the other party couldn't see that he was not that close to Mu Qingqing.

In Li Zhiyuan's eyes, this guy named Zhao Fusheng is a shameless person who used the name of writing poetry to get close to Mu Qingqing.

It is often said that the hardest thing to do is to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Zhao Fusheng feels this way now, because no matter how much distance he keeps from Mu Qingqing, perhaps in Li Zhiyuan's eyes, he wrote those two poems that Mu Qingqing couldn't appreciate, and he wanted to draw him into the poetry club. Big mistake.

"Sorry, I don't want to join your poetry club."

Zhao Fusheng told Mu Qingqing that his expression was very sincere and serious, and he even blinked his eyes hard, hoping that Mu Qingqing could feel his sincerity.

But it's a pity that the campus beauty of Mu University didn't get what Zhao Fusheng wanted to express at all, and looked at him in confusion: "Why?"

In Mu Qingqing's view, poetry is literature, art, and a release of people's mind and thoughts. Zhao Fusheng is so talented, why does he have to hide it?

Zhao Fusheng now feels that the young literary and artistic young women are really terrible.

On the other hand, Li Zhiyuan was still fanning the flames, "Student Zhao, if you feel that Qingqing's invitation is not sincere enough, you can put forward any conditions."

I mention you uncle!

Zhao Fusheng wanted to punch this bastard in the face, let him say that, who is he?

"You misunderstood, I'm just not interested in this." Zhao Fusheng said to Li Zhiyuan patiently.

"not interested?"

Li Zhiyuan didn't speak, Mu Qingqing's face changed slightly, and she looked at Zhao Fusheng: "You mean, you don't think writing poetry is important?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly, he really couldn't explain it to Mu Qingqing, he couldn't say that he wrote these two poems purely to help Tan Kaixuan pursue Hu Xia.

If he really said that, Mu Qingqing would definitely be disappointed.

"That's not what I mean. What I mean is that if you write poems in the dormitory every day, it's better to go to real life and do something meaningful for this country." Zhao Fusheng thought for a while and said.

To deal with a literary youth like Mu Qingqing, one has to impress him with ideals and the like.

"Meaningful things?" Mu Qingqing frowned slightly, and looked at Zhao Fusheng, obviously not understanding the meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words.

"Yes, the experience of learning to swim is to choke on a few sips of water, and if a poet wants to truly express the voice that truly belongs to an era, he should walk into life." Zhao Fusheng said boldly, ignoring Li Zhiyuan next to him Eyes about to burst into flames.

"If you want to tell me, if you really want to write good poems, you might as well spend two or three years teaching in the mountains and really experience life."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Mu Qingqing and said his real suggestion.

The girl in the past went abroad after graduating from university. Perhaps because of the oppression of reality, or because she recognized her surroundings clearly, she was no longer the goddess who made people shine, but became a mediocre drifter.

A girl like Mu Qingqing may be the dream of every boy when he was young, like a flower that never fades, accompanying him to spend the best time of his youth, experiencing wind and rain.

Then, with the impermanence of the world and the changes of vicissitudes, all the past events are scattered like the wind.

We are too close to memory, too far from freedom.Sometimes obsessive, just in love with memories.One hesitation, one betrayal, one accident is enough to make it wither.Break free from everything and vanish into thin air.

What is left is only a period of unforgettable memories and the past.

And this is life, it is growth, and it is a process that everyone has to go through.

People who have not experienced all this will naturally not understand. Zhao Fusheng's complicated mood at this moment, looking at Mu Qingqing who is still ignorant and immersed in his own world, it is hard for him to imagine that in those years abroad, What happened to turn a girl full of ideals into a secular woman.

Perhaps this is the price of growth.

But now, what Zhao Fusheng can do is to make Mu Qingqing's life a little more "wonderful".

Chapter 32 Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills

Maybe the best kind of love is, I worship you like a hero, and you love me like a child.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think about being someone's hero, he just hoped to meet someone who moved his heart, just like what he heard on the radio that day, like the refreshing wind in the mountains, like the warm light of the ancient city, warm own heart.

Of course, before that, he has to work hard to make money first. Even the little Fan Beibei knows that the happiest thing in the world is to have endless money. Zhao Fusheng is more aware that although material things are not the most important thing in maintaining a relationship But there is no material love, just like a plate of loose sand, without the wind blowing, it will be scattered in two steps.

Therefore, the life Mu Qingqing pursues is very ideal, but it is not what Zhao Fusheng wants.

It is impossible for people from two different worlds to have the same language.

"You mean that I should go out for a walk?" Mu Qingqing was stunned, looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked.

Obviously, Zhao Fusheng's words gave her some ideas.

"What kind of worldview do you have? You should have ideals and..." Li Zhiyuan sneered from the side, obviously, he didn't take Zhao Fusheng's words seriously.

Smiling lightly, Zhao Fusheng glanced at Li Zhiyuan, then at Mu Qingqing, "We haven't even seen the world, where did we come from?"

"I even hope that I can pursue those ancient saints and sages. Their lives may be very ordinary, and everything about them is not so brilliant, but they are calm and at ease."

Zhao Fusheng fixed his eyes on Mu Qingqing, and said calmly, "The world is so big, I want to see it."