Volume 143 [Theory of Love]

Pay and get out.

The master driver was not in a hurry to drive the car away, so he lit a cigarette, handed his business card to Song Weiyang and said, "Young man, you can call me when you take the car in the future. There is my paging number on the card. It is agreed in advance." , If you are far away, I will not pick up the job, but if you are close, I will pick up the job."

Song Weiyang put away his business card and asked with a smile, "Master, have you been in the capital before? You're very talkative."

"I've never been to the capital," the driver said, "but I've been to the Great Northern Wilderness. People froze to death there in winter, and the cats had nothing to do in winter, so they pointed at the educated youths in the team and talked about Dashan to amuse themselves. Those few My grandson is really good at talking, and there is a family who still talks about cross talk. I was spoiled by them at the time, and my speech became like a Beijing movie, and this problem has not been completely corrected now."

"Then you go, see you later." Song Weiyang waved.

"Hey, from your accent, you're from Jing'er too?" The driver opened his mouth and came, handing the flue, "I forgot to smoke, let me have one."

Song Weiyang said with a smile: "Eight generations of my ancestors have lived in the capital. My grandfather was an imperial physician. He accidentally put Cixi to death. The whole family ran away in fright and went directly to the south to join the Revolutionary Party. "

"This old witch Cixi was put to death by your grandpa. It's an unsolved case in history! You have to talk to me about it!" The driver turned off the engine and refused to leave.

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

"Your great-grandfather should be a Chinese doctor, right? Chinese medicine also has diabetes?" the driver asked.

"I couldn't figure it out at the time, so I put him to death," Song Weiyang said.

The driver quickly asked, "Then how did you know it was diabetes?"

Song Weiyang said: "Later, the royal items from the palace spread to the people. A wealthy businessman bought Cixi's chamber pot. He couldn't tell if it was true or not, so he asked my great-grandfather to have it appraised. My great-grandfather knew it was Cixi's. At that time, I was superstitious, thinking that the things used by Cixi had the spirit of dragon and phoenix, and could cure diseases. A fool really believed it. He stole the night pot to make tea, and the tea was actually sweet! My great-grandfather heard about it Son, I sighed regretfully at the time: Lafayette has diabetes!"

"Pfft!"

Lin Zhuoyun couldn't help laughing out loud, patted Song Weiyang on the shoulder and said, "Aren't you disgusting? You're talking nonsense."

The driver also came back to his senses, and said cheerfully, "Young man, I'm afraid your great-grandfather is not an imperial doctor, he is talking about cross talk for Cixi, right?"

"Hey, you still don't believe it," Song Weiyang sighed, "Everyone likes to listen to lies these days, and the truth is lied on the spot. What's wrong with the world! If this continues, can China not fall behind? You are the country Backward sinners must bear historical responsibilities."

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

"Get out!" Song Weiyang kicked the bicycle butt.

"Hahaha!" The driver laughed and left.

Lin Zhuoyun couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile on her face, "You have nothing to do, right? You can brag about anyone you catch."

"I'm not bragging, Cixi does have diabetes," Song Weiyang said.

"Don't talk about it, I still drink tea in the night pot, I feel sick just thinking about it." Lin Zhuoyun walked forward with her shoulders in her arms.

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

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

"I'm very angry, I can handle it," Song Weiyang said.

Lin Zhuoyun paced slowly next to him, feeling the temperature of the jacket with her cold hands, and suddenly said: "Actually, you are a pretty good person, but sometimes you are too poor, full of nonsense, and feel very unreliable."

Song Weiyang said: "Mr. Lu Xun once said that humor should be used to combat 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 I remember that he said this sentence?"

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

Lin Zhuoyun actually nodded in approval: "George Bernard Shaw really likes humor, this sentence should be said by him."

"That's right, there are too many famous quotes by George Bernard Shaw, it's normal that you can't remember them all for a while," Song Weiyang said.

Lin Zhuoyun said: "I remember a famous quote by George Bernard Shaw very clearly: Youth is a gust of wind that blows occasionally, and inadvertently, it has blown my face to tears."

"He must have trachoma." Song Weiyang commented.

Lin Zhuoyun rolled her eyes: "I still have cataracts! Can you talk properly?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Isn't it just reciting famous quotes from famous people? I'm good at that! George Bernard Shaw also said: If you want to get married, get married, and 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 have only heard that marriage is the grave of love."

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

"Song Weiyang, speak up!" Lin Zhuoyun was about to go mad with anger, and at the same time laughed.

"I'm not talking nonsense," Song Weiyang said, "If you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case. Love is to die, and you only find a partner when you are impatient. The process of choosing a partner is like looking at Fengshui for your own graveyard , A good partner is a geomantic place, and a bad one is a dangerous place. When the relationship is about the same, the end is approaching, so they discuss marriage, which is tantamount to digging their own grave. When the day of marriage is real, both of them will almost die in love."

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

Song Weiyang said: "Put it to death and live later."

"You...hahaha," Lin Zhuoyun laughed wildly, thumping Song Weiyang's arm and said, "It's so sad to be in love and get married, and there is no auspicious word from the beginning to the end."

Song Weiyang said: "Okay then, let me say something about Lu Xun again, listen carefully."

"Tell me." Lin Zhuoyun pursed her lips.

Song Weiyang said: "The great Mr. Lu Xun once said that there is no cure for love, only deeper love."

Lin Zhuoyun pondered over it, then smiled and said: "This sentence is very artistic, but it must not be said by Lu Xun."

"It's really Lu Xun's famous saying. He said too much, it's normal that you can't remember it." Song Weiyang complained again.

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

Song Weiyang raised his hands in surrender: "Well, Thoreau said it."

"Who is Thoreau?" Lin Zhuoyun asked.

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

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

Song Weiyang explained: "The core point of view of transcendentalism is that people can go beyond feeling and reason to directly know the truth, emphasize the importance of intuition, and think that everything in the human world is a microcosm of the universe. Emerson, you know? He is believe in transcendentalism."

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

"That's it," Song Weiyang said with a smile, "I usually don't dare to look in the mirror, for fear of being conquered by my own charm and causing myself to fall in love with myself."

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

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

Lin Zhuoyun smiled all the way to the downstairs of the teacher's dormitory. She returned the coat to Song Weiyang: "Thank you for sending me back. Also, it was a pleasure chatting with you."

"Just be happy. Everyone usually calls me Pistachio." Song Weiyang took the coat and put it on.

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

"This is a natural reaction of a handsome guy meeting another handsome guy. You know that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers? One Shenghai cannot accommodate two handsome guys." Song Weiyang said.

"You won't be jealous, will you?" Lin Zhuoyun smiled happily.

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

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

"See you tomorrow!" Song Weiyang waved his hands gracefully, turned around and left.

Lin Zhuoyun gritted her teeth, then suddenly laughed again, muttering, "You bastard who only knows how to play dumb!"