Rekindling looking back has been three lives

Chapter 115 There are always people who want to harm me!

Xiao Yuejia tapped the screen lightly with the pen, "Rationalizing all the actions of the other party is essentially a kind of escape, unwilling to face the complicated life, and hiding in simple fantasies.

Why doesn't she like herself?The problem is complex and does not even have a solution.But it is easy to throw the problem to the other party, because she is hanging on to me on purpose. I have worked hard and paid, and it is her problem not to get it, not mine.

Even the ball can be thrown further, to other people of the same sex.For example, why the scumbag is popular is because of his sweet words, where I lose, I lose in sincerity.

Young man, how could he lose in sincerity? This is an excuse! "

Kong Ziqian's eyes froze, and he whispered, "I'm not an excuse..."

Wu Chuzhi took the phone, and he needed to say the rest. After saying goodbye to Xiao Yuejia with a smile, he turned around,
"When you blame others, it is natural to fall into fantasy. Continue to substitute everyone into the role, such as the goddess being cheated by a scumbag, and then being domestically abused and cheated. In the dead of night, people think of their tenderness and regret it. I could only swallow tears in my stomach.

Thinking of the excitement, I couldn't help but open a novel about my son-in-law and read it.

Or, extreme thinking that the opposite sex just likes scumbags, convinced that I just lost in sincerity, so I signed up for some class, gritted my teeth and paid 3000 yuan for tuition, was cut off a handful of leeks, went to the police, and was humiliated by the police. some. "

Confucius was stunned, "Boss, you... how do you know?"

Both Qin Xu and Liu Liu sighed, "It's about it... In fact, there was a revelation on the BBS, but our contact person deleted the post."

Confucius' face was as red as a monkey's ass, and his toes in his shoes were almost broken.

Wu Chuzhi glanced at him and continued, "During this process, the girl didn't feel that she was being respected, and licking the dog only gave me two choices, either agree to be with him, or continue to be licked by him like this.

How do you let them choose?Not only do you have to be misunderstood, but you also need to take care of the other person's feelings.The party who is kidnapped by morality is often the one who suffers more, because even if she expresses her true thoughts, she will still be regarded as a good-looking person who gets cheap. "

Confucius was silent.

After a while, his eyes lit up again, "No, I really like it. According to what you said, a true like is one that is willing to give up.

The persistence of dog licking is largely based on the unwillingness to accept failure.

I accept my failure. "

Wu Chuzhi patted his forehead and said helplessly, "No, you don't like that, you are an upgraded version of dog licking."

Kong Ziqian roared, "Yes! That's right! I'm just licking dogs! That's all right! Are you satisfied!"

The three of Wu Chuzhi were speechless.

Poor boy!

Can't listen to people!
Confucius stood there, staring fixedly at them, trembling all over, tears streaming down like rain.

After a while, he suddenly wiped away his tears, turned around, opened the QQ list, and found Zou Lingling's number.

His vision became blurred, he clicked the right mouse button with a trembling right hand, slowly moved the mouse to the 'delete friend' label, and clicked the left mouse button lightly.

"Are you sure to delete the friend?"

Kong Ziqian couldn't click on the 'confirm' in this dialog box, crying.

Qin Xu stopped Liu Liu who wanted to help him, and shook his head.

Confucius cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, and sat on the bench helplessly like a child.

Wu Chuzhi sighed, and when he was about to step forward to stop him, Confucius moved.

He screamed wildly, closed his eyes tightly, and pressed the left mouse button heavily.

"Buzz!" The error message from the computer stunned the grief-stricken Confucius.

Liu Liu blinked and blinked, and said softly, "Youngest, the time has passed and the internet is down."

The lights-off time of Shu University is 23:15, and the internet disconnection time is 23:00.

Kong Ziqian broke down, smashed the mouse on the table, rushed to the balcony and shouted in grief and anger, "Someone, I miss you!

The most painful distance in the world is that you are not by my side, but live in my heart. What do I owe you?
I even dreamed that I accidentally downloaded you into my heart, but now the system tells me that this person cannot be deleted. "

What greeted him were lights turned on again and bursts of cursing.

"Crazy!"

"Who the hell is so wicked!"

"too disgusting!"

"You lick the dog!"

……

Concerning the noise outside the building, Confucius ignored it, and slowly slid on the ground, holding his knees and looking helplessly at the night sky.

Looking down at the rubber band headband in his hand that had already faded and even lost its elasticity, his heart gradually overflowed with sadness.

This is the headband that Zou Lingling didn't want when she was in high school, but he picked it up like a treasure.

In Kong Ziqian's drawer, there is a tin pencil case, which is full of her things.

Used more than half of the eraser, broken pen, cartoon hairpin...

There is also a bunch of her black hair.

They were collected by him in three years and carefully tied with red strings.

The teardrops in his eyes gathered again and burst out of the embankment. Confucius covered his mouth and wept silently.

He thought of so many years of bleak sacrifices and the indifference of the world, and all the accumulated emotions in his heart burst out.

Kong Ziqian didn't know what he was doing for so many years, and bumped his head against the solid wall.

Looking at the sobbing boy on the balcony, Qin Xu wanted to comfort him, but Wu Chuzhi stopped him.

"Wait for him to cry, it's better to let it out."

The bedroom lights went out as expected.

After a long time, Confucius fell to the ground as if he was tired from crying.

Wu Chuzhi stepped forward and dragged him in.

"Drink! Drink!" Liu Liu took out the beer box.

Confucius picked up a bottle of beer, bit off the lid, and gulped it down.

Different from the past, the failure of Confucius' confession in the past was just an excuse for everyone to drink. Today is obviously different.

The four of them didn't talk about it either. After turning off the lights and turning on the emergency lights, Confucius drank in a muffled voice.

Wu Chuzhi picked up Kong Ziqian's cell phone from his desk and handed it to him.

Kong Ziqian hesitated for a while, then took the phone.

Looking at the familiar name in front of him, his eye sockets turned red again, he closed his eyes and took two deep breaths, before deleting his phone number and QQ friends.

"Delete the chat history too, so as not to make it uncomfortable to find out later," Liu Liu said with experience.

Wu Chuzhi sighed, it seems that this is another sad story.

As soon as the generals are successful, all the bones are dry, and the king of Wu is full of sorrow.

Confucius gritted his teeth and nodded, and began to delete.

SMS, QQ chat history, email...

This product has been deleted for a long time, it seems that there should be a lot of quotations.

Wu Chuzhi stared at him, "Youngest, you can delete the chat history for ten minutes, you are really talented!"

Confucius shook his head, "You are exaggerating, it's only 6 minutes."

Qin Xu was stunned, "Do you still remember the time?"

Kong Ziqian put down his phone and laughed to himself, "360 seconds, I got stuck, it means 360 antivirus."

The veins in Wu Chuzhi's neck twitched.

It should be antivirus.

The words themselves are poisonous enough!

After two bottles per person, Kong Ziqian's eyes became blurred.

The capacity for this product is only two bottles.

Today, under the lack of reason, I have already felt sleepy.

Wu Chuzhi patted him on the shoulder, "Sleep!"

Confucius sniffed, didn't say anything, and obediently climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Qin Xu and Liu Liu shook their heads with wry smiles, and each went to bed with the emergency lights and read English books.

Wu Chuzhi got up to wash up.

Maybe we should really consider buying a house near the company, why come back and be poisoned.

On top of that, there was no water in the office and my pants were a little sticky.

……

Lying on the bed, Wu Chuzhi didn't feel sleepy, and was flipping through Liu Yong's "Be Happy as You Encounter" by the light of the emergency light.

When the world is manic, you might as well read a book.

Liu Yong's book likes to tell stories.

Speaking of it, human beings like stories, which is an interest that has been maintained for tens of thousands of years.

Since people in ancient times painted various symbols and graphics on the rock walls of caves, people began to tell stories and listen to stories.

Even with TVs, the Internet and game consoles robbing increasingly scarce time, people still read.

According to Terry Eagleton, a literary critic in the United States, the reason is simple: "Most people read novels and stories for one reason: they are lighthearted and enjoyable."

Stories can often bring a lot of fun.

Liu Yong said that stories are the best educational method. They are not blunt or dogmatic. They can convey profound truths in a fascinating way, which makes people feel interesting and at the same time understand that it is so useful.

As the ancient Roman poet and philosopher Horace said, the task of the writer is to say things that are both useful and interesting to life.

In this book "Happy as You Meet", Liu Yong continues his consistent storytelling style, and tells some truths about life through the short story between the young novice monk and the master and his father.

The text is simple and easy to understand at a glance, and sometimes it can make people smile.Each short story in the book is paired with Liu Yong's own ink painting, with delicate and soft brushstrokes and bright tones.Just visually, it also gives people a feeling of healing.

The little novice monk saw the red leaves dancing in the Buddhist monastery in autumn, so he ran to ask the master, "The red leaves are so beautiful, why do they fall?"
Master smiled and said, "Because winter is coming, the tree can't support so many leaves, so we have to let go. This is not 'giving up', it's 'letting go'!"

A big tree fell down in the Zen courtyard, and the young novice monk and all the teachers and brothers couldn't help it. The master said to saw off the branches.

The little novice was puzzled, why would the tree be so pitiful, and still hurt it and saw off its branches?

The master said: "A big tree attracts the wind, first damage yourself, and then you will not be damaged."

Wu Chuzhi was not upset because of Confucius, but because of Swensen.

In the morning, Swensen's words about "the master of man" hovered in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

This is far from Wu Chuzhi's outlook on life.

Just like the story above, it is full of oriental philosophy, which Svensson cannot understand.

Swensen and the others will only make the big tree grow bigger and bigger.

If you can't hold on, you won't give up, but fertilize.

Can't hold it up, won't let it go, but find a way to strengthen it.

In the short term, the tree will grow stronger and stronger, reaching straight to the sky, but it will eventually be destroyed by stronger and stronger winds and lightning strikes.

Moreover, Wu Chuzhi also smelled a lie from Swensen's words.

With Cao thief's lust and sleep, Wu Wang naturally also has Cao thief's paranoia.

Joining the Graduate Student Union is really unnecessary.

There is a huge gap between the East and the West, which is completely different from the East in essence.

One emphasizes management, and the other emphasizes safeguarding the interests of students.

There is no meaning of kneeling and licking, but a Western student union, which is completely a fraternity.

The Wu Chuzhi in the parallel time and space, in the first life, resolutely refused to recruit student cadres as graduate students.

Svensson can be said to have learned both Chinese and Western, so it is impossible not to know the difference.

What is the purpose of inducing myself to enter the graduate student union?

Playing with the Qinan bracelet in his hand, with the wooden beads whirling one by one, he couldn't calm down, so he simply closed the book.

He thought over and over in his mind everything that had happened during this time.

From house demolition to Shenzhou payment, to the stock, futures, and foreign exchange cakes that Svensson drew for him, Wu Chuzhi suddenly discovered that these things seemed to be pushed by Svensson.

Moreover, what puzzled him most was that neither the house demolition nor the Shenzhou payment seemed to be of any help to the status he wanted to gain.

Apart from proving that he is an upstart, there is no other meaning.

Is the upstart's money enough to make a wealthy family like Xiao Yuejia bow their heads?

This kind of floating wealth, no matter how much it is, cannot be seen by them.

Swensen's words about political and business relations woke him up.

Where is my buying point for the Xiao family?
I'm afraid it can only be a combination of politics and business.

Xiao Yuejia said that a large number of her family's distant uncles are scattered in the yamen in various regions north and south of the river.

For them, their best value is the achievements they have brought to them.

This is not a problem that floating money can solve.

Only industry.

Only the industry can stimulate the growth of the local economy and solve a large number of employment problems.

Let the pockets of the common people bulge, this is the performance of the people in the yamen.

Floating money can only be used for charity, and it can only solve short-term problems.

I have never heard of the idea that spreading coins can make the economy grow.

Wu Chuzhi was puzzled, what was the purpose of Svensson encouraging him to do this?
He was a little puzzled.

Unable to sleep, Wu Chuzhi sat up on the bed, looking at the bookshelf on one side.

The old-fashioned bed bookshelf at the beginning of the century is actually a long strip of thick wood, which is placed between the head and the end of the bed. It is not expensive, and the selling price is only 20 yuan, which is very affordable.

In fact, this kind of bookshelf is very convenient and strong, and it is no problem to pile books all over the wall.

As a liberal arts student, Wu Chuzhi's reading interests are naturally very wide, and there are all kinds of books on the bookshelf.

The cost of reading at the beginning of the century was not expensive. During the graduation season, pay more attention to the flea market on campus, and naturally you can find a lot of books.

He searched aimlessly among the piles of books, all of which he had read.

Looking at the full bookshelves, Wu Chuzhi realized that he was about to graduate.

What to do with this pile of books?

sold?

A bit reluctant, he has the habit of annotating next to him when he reads, which is also influenced by Yan Heng's father Yan Dongming.

Sometimes, after reading the same book two years later, I have new insights, so I need to stick a piece of paper in it to make new notes.

Therefore, many of Wu Chuzhi's books became thicker and thicker the more he read them, and naturally he was even more reluctant to sell them.

The bookcases at home can't fit anymore. The so-called scholarly family status means that there are also a lot of bookcases at home.

After decades, it has already been filled to the brim by generations of people.

However, most of my bookcases are my father's engineering brick books.

Obviously, when I was a graduate student, I would not live on campus at all, and the wedding room between myself and Qin Wan is still being renovated.

It seems that only part of the book has been given up.

Wu Chuzhi looked melancholy at the collection of books on the bookshelf, and suddenly his eyes fixed on "Zuo Zhuan".

The status of "Zuo Zhuan" in the history of China is to some extent supreme.

There is great controversy about whether it is the first chronicle history book handed down from the Hua Kingdom.

But because of its authenticity and literary talent, it had a huge impact on later generations, and it can be said to be the highest achievement of pre-Qin culture.

As a liberal arts student, Wu Chuzhi would naturally read it when he saw such a high evaluation of it in the history book.

A text came to his mind.

Wu Chuzhi panicked, quickly pulled out the book and flipped through it.

He froze for a while, holding the book with trembling hands.

"The seventh year of Lord Zhao...

When Zichan was in the Jin Dynasty, Zhao Jingzi asked, "Can Bo You still be a ghost?"

Zichan said: "It can. The beginning of life is called the soul. The soul is born, and the yang is called the soul. The soul is strong when the essence is used. Therefore, there is essence and refreshing. As for the gods. If every man is strong and dead, his soul can still be strong. Depending on people, I think Yinli, Kuang Liangxiao...""

No need to look up ancient Chinese dictionaries, Wu Chuzhi used these ancient books as classical Chinese translation and practiced basic skills.

When Zichan went to Jin, Zhao Jingzi asked him, "Can Bo You still be a ghost?"

Zichan said: "Yes. People who have just died are called po, ​​but they have already become po, and their yang energy is called soul. When they are born, their clothing is beautiful and rich, and their soul is strong and powerful. Therefore, they have the ability to manifest themselves until they reach deification.

Ordinary men and women cannot die well, and their souls can still possess other people to confuse and tyrannize them, not to mention Bo You..."

This passage is exactly what Taoists and Buddhists call seizing homes!

It is also the earliest record in the ancient books of the supernatural event of "successful house".

The so-called "forced death" means not having a good death.

Svensson died of cancer. Obviously, this is not a good death.

A gust of cold air gushed out from Wu Chuzhi's back, and instantly diffused throughout his body.

Shit portable grandfather!
It's clear that this guy is killing me!
Wu Chuzhi suddenly realized that Swensen's various unreasonable practices were answered at this moment.

He wants to take home!

At this time, Wu Chuzhi was very blind.

What should I do?
Asking God is easy and sending God is difficult!
How can I get this stuff out of my body?
Burn incense?

Svensson said last time that the Anshenxiang did him a lot of damage.

However, will it cause backlash?

Wu Chuzhi regretted too much, recently he gave Swensen too much rest time.

God knows how far he has recovered!
He silently calculated in his heart.

Calculating based on the recovery time mentioned by Svensson several times, it seems that this product should recover in sevens and eighties.

You can't act rashly, but you can't let it develop.

What about swollen?
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