Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Feeling something was wrong, Wang Zihao put down his phone, and just as he turned around, he heard Liu Piaopiao's exclamation.

Immediately, Wang Zihao felt a chill on his thighs and buttocks again, and the water from the cup in Liu Piaopiao's hand spilled all over him.

"Get up!" Wang Zihao was very depressed. It wasn't a big deal that he treated me as a mount, but he also got me all wet, and my pants were soaked.

Liu Piaopiao quickly stood up, put down the cup, took a tissue to clean up the mess for her old classmate, her cheeks flushed.

After returning to the room and changing into a pair of shorts, Wang Zihao sat on the sofa diagonally opposite Liu Piaopiao. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Piaopiao, you are not a child anymore. I want to talk to you about sex education."

Liu Piaopiao immediately became serious: "Okay, if you have any questions, just ask."

Wang Zihao opened his mouth and said after a while: "Forget it, you can have fun by yourself, I'm going to get busy."

Looking at the old classmate's back disappearing around the corner, Liu Piaopiao snorted coldly.

Just take care of yourself. If you really want to be a teacher, go find my third sister.

I'm not like you, obsessed with a small space all day long.

There are still many beautiful sights to see and many stories to hear in this world.

The last time my dad and mom came to see me, they told me a lot of stories, one of which was very heartbreaking and sad.

A father killed his own son.

My son suffers from mental illness. One night during his hospitalization, he suddenly fell ill and rushed out of the ward.

The nurse was attacked and the father tried to stop it.

The nurses took the opportunity to hide in the office. The son kicked the door and the father hugged his son tightly from behind. They both fell to the ground. The father got up and killed his son with a fire extinguisher on the wall next to him.

The case was reported as intentional homicide. During the interrogation, the old man told the whole story of the crime and the difficulties he faced in treating his son's illness.

The police officer who was taking the statement couldn't bear it, so he "induced" the old man to confess: "You didn't mean to kill your son, you just accidentally did it, right?"

The old man said, "No, I just want to beat him to death."

The recorder couldn't help but ask, "That's your own son, don't you feel bad for him?"

The old man was silent for a moment, but after a moment his tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and he burst into tears.

After a long while, the old man calmed down and told the recorder: "The door of the nurse's office had been kicked in and it would have opened in one or two more kicks. I was already exhausted. If my son had gone in, the nurses would have been in danger."

After a pause, the old man burst into tears: "My son's illness keeps recurring and cannot be cured. Who knows, he might harm someone in the future. My child is a child, and I raised him with all my heart. But other people's children are also children, and they are the apple of their parents' eyes."

In the study room on the third floor.

Before work, Wang Zihao browsed the book review section and chapter discussion of "Devouring the Starry Sky".

"You are probably tired, so you are so perfunctory to us readers. I know you are just talking nonsense to make us readers happy and wait for your update. Look, you are making empty promises again. If I believed you, I would cry my heart out. Asking you to update more and telling others about it makes me seem unreasonable and petty. Never mind, the author usually updates like this, and it is the readers who are petty."

"I was chatting with a German today, and he said, 'We definitely cannot compete with your company. You dare not even pay wages.'"

"We should let the cultural relics speak, let history speak, let culture speak, let the city retain its memories, and let people remember their homesickness. China is a great country with a long history and a profound civilization. This is the foundation of our confidence and the source of our strength."

No wonder the rich get richer. This chapter of "Swallowed Star" has so much to say that some readers go beyond just reading the main text of this novel.

Reading this chapter is a pleasure, it contains everything.

Study room on the second floor.

Liu Piaopiao came in excitedly and turned on the computer.

The tip of the nose is like a bean, and the tip of the tongue is like meat.

I'm looking forward to it a bit.

Nothing happened that night. The next afternoon, Wang Zihao and Liu Piaopiao rushed to Lizi Yang's house.

Not long after arriving at Gigi Yang's house, she came back from a trip with her two granddaughters.

Liu Xiangxiang got off the car first. She looked like a girl of fifteen or sixteen, slim and green, with big, lively eyes that moved around, revealing a playful and cute look.

With a bright smile on her face, she was wearing a green dress, white stockings and a pair of black boots, looking fresh and cute.

With her long hair tied behind her head, not a single hair out of place, she looks like a young leaf in spring, exuding youthful vitality.

Seeing her brother-in-law waiting to greet her at the door, Liu Xiangxiang flew over like a happy little bird.

Wang Zihao grinned, but didn't dare to reach out to hold the girl's hips, and let her hang on him.

It should be okay if you don't reach out, Teacher Liu won't be jealous about it.

She was jealous of this too. She and Xu Meili had been fighting to the death for a long time.

Liu Qianqian also got out of the car soon. She was tall and round, with skin whiter than snow, long hair like a waterfall, and a white dress whiter than snow, pure and unworldly.

She was like a mature fairy, with fair skin and beautiful looks, and an elf-like glow between her eyebrows.

Her innocence is as pure as snow, as if she has never experienced the vicissitudes of the world. Her beauty is very pure.

Liu Xiangxiang didn't want to stay on her brother-in-law for too long, so she quickly got off him.

When Wang Zihao saw Liu Qianqian, he couldn't help but walk up to his girlfriend to show his love and hug her tightly.

Some couples are quite affectionate in public, but it really is not intentional.

The feelings are too good to control.

Liu Piaopiao on the side looked a little disgusted. No matter what your reasons are, I just don’t like to see you show your affection.

Liu Xiangxiang didn't care at all and ran back to pick up Lizi Yang from the car.

The old lady is still in high spirits. Her silver hair looks soft in the sunlight. Her bright eyes sparkle with wisdom and she looks very kind.

"Grandma." Liu Piaopiao also went up to please the old lady.

Her parents told her that the old lady's house had become busy again recently, with people coming from the north, south, east and west.

In the past, Liu Piaopiao also thought that the group of people who succeeded her grandmother were too cowardly, but recently she understood.

People like us are not the kind of people who will suffer losses. You can tell what kind of person we are by going out and seeing him more often. If we don't take action, it only means that we have no confidence at all.

"Sister, why didn't you call me when you went out to play?" After showing his affection with his girlfriend, Wang Zihao also went forward to greet Yang Lizi and held her arm.

Lizi Yang's eyebrows stood up, and she said, "I didn't tell you in person about going out to play, but I invited you through your girlfriend."

You don't want to do it yourself, and you dare to blame me!

"If it were ten years ago, I would definitely hit you." Yang Lizi glared at Wang Zihao, shook off his hand, and strode into the courtyard.

"Sister, what you said means that even if you hit me now, I can't fight back." Wang Zihao said with a smile.

"What you mean is, if this was ten years ago, and I attacked you, would you dare to fight back?" Lizi Yang picked up her crutches and hit Wang Zihao on the butt with a stick.

She doesn't usually need crutches to walk, but she walked a long way these days, so it was easy to use crutches. After using them for a while, she didn't want to throw them away.

"Sister has come back from her trip completely transformed. Her spirit and energy are completely different." Wang Zihao said with a smile.

"People can't always be immersed in the past." Gigi Yang did not deny that her current state is indeed incomparable to the previous period.

After entering the house and going to the bathroom, Gigi Yang sat down to rest immediately and let out a long breath.

Although my spirit is good, my body is indeed getting old.

This morning, Liu Xiangxiang helped her pack her luggage and threw away a lot of useless things.

Gigi Yang didn't say anything. Her grandmother was still an exquisite beauty when she was in her sixties. There were always fresh flowers in her house, and everywhere she looked was clean and shiny.

She loves to dress up, and her clothes are always clean, fragrant, fashionable and youthful, as if she is less than 50 years old. She works efficiently and keeps everything in the house in order.

Even when my grandma was in her seventies and eighties, she was still very hardworking and refused to sit idle, but she would lose her strength after working for a while.

Sometimes, she knew clearly which cabinet to put something in, but because her knees hurt, she didn't want to leave, and she didn't want to call anyone, so she just stuffed the thing aside and then forgot where she put it.

She began to lose track of her things, began to be unable to clean the stains on her body because of blurred vision, and began to give up mopping the floor because she couldn't straighten her back after mopping once...

It’s not that the elderly don’t want to be clean, but that they don’t have the energy or physical strength to do so. The sorrow of wanting but not being able to do so is gradually worn away by time into numbness and indifference.

Aging is not about appearance, not about the mind, not about the body, not about consciousness, but about everything.

"Sister, I see that you are still young. Do you want to find another old man?" Not long after sitting down, Yang Lizi heard Wang Zihao beside her ask her.

Liu Xiangxiang widened her eyes.

Liu Qianqian was also stunned.

Liu Piaopiao was ready to run away, fearing that her grandmother would get angry and throw things at people, causing damage to the fish pond.

My grandmother had a very hot temper. Her three sons, who were in their forties and fifties, were still chased and beaten.

To the surprise of the three Liu sisters, Yang Lizi was not angry, and smiled and said, "Why do you want to find an old man and then watch him die first?"

Gigi Yang is very confident because her mother's family has strong genes. Her grandmother lived to be over 90 years old and her mother lived to be nearly 100 years old.

At least she can live to be 90 years old, maybe even over 100 years old.

If you live to be ninety, that still leaves you more than ten years.

It has only been 17 or 18 years since Liu Xiangxiang was born and now she is about to go to college.

"May my elder sister live a long life. She is the loneliest person in the world and deserves respect." Wang Zihao said with admiration in his eyes.

"Compared to the story you wrote, it's not worth mentioning." Lizi Yang said lightly.

She has been reading the biography of Su Dongpo repeatedly these days, sighing with emotion.

The newlywed couple went out of Kuimen in the east and headed north to Kaifeng, where they witnessed their husband, Wang Fu, passing the imperial examination and becoming famous all over the world. Unfortunately, she died in the capital at the age of 27.

The brothers Su Shi and Su Zhe escorted the coffins of their father Su Xun and Wang Fu back to their hometown thousands of miles away to bury them in their ancestral tomb and accompany their deceased mother, and guarded the tomb for three years.

After three years, Su Shi went to Beijing again. From then on, he experienced ups and downs in his official career and never returned to Western Sichuan in his life.

Even after death, he was not buried in his hometown.

"Sister, you can enjoy the charm of literature and art without being deeply involved in them. You live the most thoroughly. I am far inferior to you." Wang Zihao knew that Yang Lizi went out this time because she felt depressed after reading "Su Dongpo", so she went out to relax.

Sister Yueyue said that the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.

So Wang Zihao came.

The best way to overcome fear is to face it head-on. Not only did he come, he also got to talk to Gigi Yang about "Jiang Cheng Zi".

The power of this elegy is so great that it can make a seven-foot-tall man burst into tears in an instant.

There have been many elegies in history. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" is one of the most touching and unforgettable poems in remembrance of his deceased wife.

Since ancient times, lovers have always been accompanied by regrets and remorse. Life is limited, and one of the two people will always leave first.

Perhaps the one who left early is the happiest, and the one who stayed is the loneliest and most desolate.

Someone who truly loves someone deeply does not want to leave their loved one alone in this world.

The world is indeed wonderful, but a world without you is a living hell to me.

"Ten years of life and death, I can never forget you without thinking of you. A thousand miles away from my lonely grave, I have no place to talk about my sadness. Even if we meet, we won't recognize each other, with dust all over our faces and hair like frost.

Last night, I had a dream that I was back home. I was dressing in the window. We looked at each other without words, but tears flowed down my face. I guess the place where my heart breaks every year is the short pine hill on a moonlit night.

While flipping through Su Dongpo, Yang Lizi suddenly said to Wang Zihao, "I heard that you novelists all have extra chapters. Does Su Dongpo have an extra chapter?"

Wang Zihao thought about it and said, "Yes."

"Have you written it?" Lizi Yang's eyes lit up.

Wang Zihao nodded his head: "Here."

Yang Lizi knew that this little guy had an excellent memory, so she said, "Tell me about it."

So, Wang Zihao told a story of several thousand words about the extra chapter of "Su Dongpo".

Gigi Yang learned some stories about Su Dongpo's death, such as his burial place.

After hearing this, Yang Lizi was very surprised and asked, "Why wasn't Su Shi buried back in Western Shu?"

The extra chapter explains that Su Shi and his brothers were buried in the Central Plains after their death.

Wang Zihao told the story slowly and leisurely.

Su Shi first rose to prominence, but after a brief period of prosperity, his life path became extremely bumpy. Almost no other literati had a more bumpy career than him.

At the age of 20, he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination and won the second place in the imperial examination. He was appreciated by Ouyang Xiu, the leader of the literary world at that time.

After entering the officialdom, Su Shi was always caught between the new and old parties because of his different political views. He was ostracized and demoted further and further away, and he almost lost his life several times.

Because he was ostracized, Su Shi served as an official in local areas most of his life. For him, Lin'an was the place where he felt most at ease and comfortable, Huizhou was the place where he could find joy in misery and eat lychees greedily, and Danzhou was the place where he had the most amazing experiences.

As he himself said, "If you ask me about your life's achievements, they are Huangzhou, Huizhou, Danzhou".

Su Shi's life was actually very difficult. He couldn't be said to be strapped for money, but he also couldn't afford to spend gold and silver to have his children carry his coffin back home after his death.

Moreover, he was a criminal and was caught up in party disputes. He was afraid that returning to his hometown after his death would bring trouble to his relatives.

"'Jiang Cheng Zi' was written with such passion, but Su Dongpo couldn't be buried with Wang Fu in the end. He was left alone at his grave thousands of miles away, with no one to express his sorrow." Gigi Yang was depressed again.

Liu Piaopiao blinked her eyes. Is grandma going out to travel and relax again?
Knowing that I missed the trip to the Forest Park, I felt unfair. My old classmate was very nice to me! (End of this chapter)