8 Wang Hai Tide

After Zhang Qiuling took Xiao Chen back to the seaside of Gulangyu, she was not in a hurry to leave this picturesque place, but let Xiao Chen accompany her to sit by the sea and listen to the sound of the waves. Xiao Chen was naturally very happy. After removing his guard and defense against women, Xiao Chen could not find any reason to refuse.

A man and a woman sat on the soft and wet beach like this, looking at Yunjuan Yunshu looking at the tide and twilight.

Zhang Qiuling doesn't talk. Naturally, Xiao Chen will not provoke the topic for no reason, because the women around him are still wearing lace bras and briefs that are far from comparable to bikinis. Once they pick up the topic, Xiao Chen is afraid that this woman will once again use the body characteristics given to the woman by God to seduce and make fun of herself. It's enough to make fun of his own language, but Xiao Chen can't control his lively body.

What Xiao Chen didn't expect was that Zhang Qiuling sat quietly on the beach without laughing or feeling, but staring at the endless sea under the sunset for a long time. His eyebrows were deeply locked, as if he had a huge knot of heart, and occasionally turned his head to look at his eyes with tenderness.

"I feel unwell in the evening and drive to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk. Li Shangyin's "Deng Le You Yuan" originally wrote that people should maintain a positive attitude when they live, but later generations have many misunderstandings. They always turn their focus to the word dusk, thinking that this is a negative poem, but they don't know that Li Shangyin is driving to the ancient plain because of his discomfort, and just saw the beautiful scenery under the sunset. It relieves the infinite boredom in my heart, otherwise how can I leave this well-known poem? Xiao Chen, what do you think? The woman turned around and looked at Xiao Chen and asked thoughtfully.

Xiao Chen has only studied for one year. Except for 123, it is aoe, but this does not mean that he is a person without a cultural heritage. What he learns with Xiao Kunlun is far more than ten times more than what he teaches in the private school. This song "Deng Le Youyuan" Xiao Chen has been familiar with when he was five years old, and At that time, Xiao Kunlun's explanation seemed to be completely different from the women around him.

"Li Shangyin is the representative of the hazy school. His poems rarely indicate the original meaning, always leaving people with infinite space for thinking and endless aftertaste. For example, it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. For example, when the spring silkworm dies, the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry. ............I remember that when I was a child, I often wondered why he wrote such a famous sentence. Obviously, it was untitled, but it could make people think of many questions. I also think this song "Deng Le You Yuan" is to write a positive mentality. When people live, they should strive for beauty and blindly stick to the sadness of dusk. What should they do? If it weren't for the sadness of dusk, how could it set off the magnificence of the sunset? How can this tragic scenery come from?

Xiao Chen said a lot and said it very seriously. It was completely different from the previous joke. This is what he thought in his heart.

"How much do you know about Li Shangyin?" Zhang Qiuling smiled.

"I don't know much, but the most respected literati among the ancients are him and Guo Jia."

"Oh? So you still admire the martial arts? Is it Xiang Yu?" Zhang Qiuling asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's Xiang Yu. Maybe Xiang Yu will eventually defeat Wujiang, but he will be defeated in his heart. If it weren't for Liu Bang's brotherhood, why would he finally be trapped? If it weren't for his affection, how could Jiangdong's 8,000 children swear to die? Xiao Chen said boldly.

"Do you want to be Xiang Yu?"

"I don't want to." Xiao Chen smiled inappropriately, "What I respect is Xiang Yu's courage, but a hundred people don't want to be him."

Xiao Chen's eyes flowed on Zhang Qiuling's body, and the cracked curvature of the corners of his mouth made him look three points cunning, three points cute, three points of simple and honest, and the remaining point of sincerity.

"Because of Yu Ji?" It seemed to peep through Xiao Chen's mind, Zhang Qiuling's words.

Yes. Xiang Yu can't even control his own woman and can't keep the title of hegemony. Yu Ji's beautiful woman is willing to accompany him on a journey, but he never knows how to cherish it. Some of them are really not men.

"What if it's you?" Zhang Qiuling couldn't help laughing and asked.

"If it were me, I would learn from Cao Cao." Xiao Chen smiled, and his eyes were full of some cunning and strangeness.

"Learn from Cao Cao?" Zhang Qiuling frowned and said to himself, and then woke up. He looked at Xiao Chen and scolded with a smile, "You are now penniless and think of Tongque Chunshen Lock Er Qiao. If you have money and power in the future, won't you be more arrogant and extravagant than the emperor of the feudal dynasty?"

"Actually, I just want to see you laugh."

Xiao Chen seems to answer the question, but how can a smart woman not understand the meaning of Xiao Chen's words? He stared at Xiao Chen quietly. Zhang Qiuling had a lot of thoughts in his heart for a moment. Was he afraid that he would feel or be sad when he saw the sunset? Such simple words could be said in one sentence, but he turned around and said so many words before he expressed this meaning. Looking at the faint scars in Xiao Chen's left eye, looking at the smile at the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth, and Zhang Qiuling, a man who pretends to be stupid on the surface but is never stupid in his heart, for a moment. With a lot of tenderness, I can no longer control the feelings of missing like a tide in the past three years.

He gently leaned on the man's shoulder, and his left hand gently stroked the bullet holes in the man's back through the thin white coat. He exhaled and said, "Xiao Yuan, do you like me?"

After the initial surprise, Xiao Chen replied in a very positive and witty tone, "I like it, but I have nothing."

"I have it."

"Then didn't I become a little white face?"

I wanted to laugh at Xiao Chen's sentence that he was not qualified to be a little white face, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into "I just like it."

"But I don't like it." Xiao Chen said solemnly.

"Don't you like me or don't like to be a little white face?"

"Do you like me as a little white face?" Xiao Chen couldn't help wondering why there would be such a large span in the transformation of women before and after, but he smiled in his mouth.

"Four years ago, I thought I would like and fall in love with a man who is rich and powerful and can swallow thousands of miles and started from scratch, but now it's not. As long as the man who can make me laugh and move me can join hands with me until I grow old." Zhang Qiuling's tone is as light as the white clouds wandering in the sky, ethereal and lonely, with a faint sadness and lingering.

The woman raised her head slightly and looked at the sky and continued to whisper, "Four years ago, maybe more years ago, I always thought that I should be a unique woman in the world. No one can compare with me, because I have a background that others can't catch up with in their lives, and there are many women's longing for. Appearance, of course, these are actually external and don't matter at all. What satisfies me most is that I have the strength and intelligence that many people can't compare with. Therefore, I always think that my man can't be worse than me, at least he should surpass me in force or intelligence, and he can't be much worse than me. But now, thinking about myself at the beginning, I was really a little ridiculous. What about the unparalleled appearance? What about both literary and martial arts? Who can stay young forever from the time taken away by these surging waves? It happened in an instant. We are just ordinary people who have lost themselves because of love and hate in the world.

Listening to the woman's empty and lonely voice in his ear, he smelled the woman's faint fragrance in his nose, and Xiao Chen was also dazed and thoughtful.

The hustle and bustle is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle is for profit. Xiao Chen came out of the unknown island just because of the boring life on the island and the confusion about his memory loss in his heart, but he never thought that he had met this peerless beauty as soon as he went to sea. This was not fate, but a fate.

Listening to the sound of rocks passing through the clouds from the huge waves in front of him, looking at the spectacular and glorious scene of the sunset, feeling a little heavy on his shoulders, feeling a little excitement, hesitation and tension and joy in his heart, Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel that this moment was so beautiful, so peaceful and quiet.

Leaning on Xiao Chen's shoulder, Zhang Qiuling gently opened his lips and sang quietly:

The southeast is victorious, Sanwu Metropolis, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Yan willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, there are 100,000 families. Clouds and trees surround the embankment, the waves roll in frost and snow, and the sky is endless. The city is full of pearls, and the household is full of luxury.

The heavy lake is stacked in Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus seeds and ten miles of lotus flowers. Qiang Guan is sunny, Ling Song is in the middle of the night, and he is fishing for the lotus baby. Thousands of riders hold high teeth, listen to flute and drums drunk, and enjoy the haze. The picture of a different day will bring the good scenery back to Fengchi.

A sea tide, a beautiful voice, and the sunset tide of Gulangyu Island are so intoxicating.