I’m Really a Superstar

In the villa.

Wu Zeqing put the flowers on the table.

Zhang Wei went up, "I will help you put it, where?"

Wu Zeqing said: "No, I have to eat first, and I will find a vase in a while. If I can't fit it, I can only put it in this way. I can do it in the yard."

Zhang Yan said: "It's still popular."

"It’s all friends and old colleagues," she said.

Zhang Wei asked: "Hey, are they chasing you?"

Wu Zeqing brought the milk over and said indifferently: "I don't know."

Come on, the fool can see it, you still don't know?

When Zhang Wei looked at it, he began to step on them. "You said that this foreigner's festival is better than this. This trend is very bad."

"Sit down and eat." Wu Zeqing smiled. "Western Festival, the big sister is not."

Zhang Wei lightly patted the table. "Right, what chocolate, rose, it’s totally bad. It should be resolutely resisted. You see last year’s Thanksgiving, hey, many people in the Republic are tossing, and Some public figures also tweeted everywhere, thanking the grateful one. What do you say about this picture? How did the old beauty come to Thanksgiving? The Indians helped them, and the old Americans thanked the Indians for setting up this. Festivals, our country is grateful for a fart, it’s completely boring."

Wu Zeqing smiled. "You are quite excited."

"I don't want to step on them. It's really not that I stepped on the door, Wu sister." Zhang Wei is actually stepping on the phone. "These atmospheres are too big to make people look down."

Wu Zeqing nodded slightly. "It should not be advocated."

For a breakfast, Zhang Huan said from the beginning to the end, the people scorned a heart-cooling, this is not finished, and finally had to step on the mud into the mud.

After the meal, another courier was delivered.

Wu Zeqing took it out after signing it. It was a calligraphy and wrote a poem.

You are the mortal beauty.

It’s a song that is more like a dance.

I am riding the wind and you are at the helm.

The most beautiful is not a cloud.

Don't use much when you are in love.

Zhang Yi knew it at a glance. "Hidden poems?"

The first words are connected, are you my favorite? His Majesty - the flow is simply too low - I sighed in Zhang Xin’s heart and directly gave him a qualitative

Wu Zeqing shook his head with a smile and said nothing. He took the rice paper and put it aside.

Zhang Hao once again screamed: "This is the person of the Calligraphy Association? The words are still okay, but the level of this poem... very general, it is a clever, no technical content."

Didi, Wu Zeqing’s mobile phone message rang, and Wu took it up.

Zhang Wei secretly swept a scorpion and didn't see it clearly. But in terms of typography, it seems to be a poem. It seems that everyone knows that Wu Zeqing likes calligraphy and poetry. This is what he wants, and he wants to be in Valentine's Day. Express your heart and look forward to holding the beauty back.

Lao Wu handed the phone over. "What does this poem mean? Didn't understand."

"Hey, I will help you to see." Zhang Yixin said that this is his own old business. Naturally, he has nothing to say. He said: "It is also a Tibetan poem. This is a deeper hiding."

Wu Zeqing asked, "Tibetan?"

Zhang Yan said a word, and said:

"There are a few short days in the long night - month."

"There are a few people in the high place - bright."

"One person swims in the grassland - generation."

"The ten feet are long and cloaked - the watch."

"The swan wingswing has been flying - me."

“The cooking of the white wine is meaningless.”

"There is nothing left in the rain - heart."

Together, the moon represents my heart.

This kind of Tibetan poetry is not a serious literature. Sometimes it is more frustrating to get together. The word spelling is not so clear, and there are many loopholes. It is no wonder that Wu Zeqing did not understand it at first glance. This kind of poem is quite a lot in the world of Zhang Wei, so he knows it at a glance.

Wu Zeqing smiled. "Do you understand this very well?"

Zhang Weidao: "I can't talk about it, I can't talk about it. This kind of poem is a small doorway. I can't get on the table. I haven't studied it carefully, but definitely more than they know." He stepped on it again. I appealed to the pursuer of Lao Wu, and the buddies didn’t dare to start it. Are you really explicit?

No shame

Do you still have humanity?

Zhang Wei is very angry and very anxious. Looking at the calm look of Lao Wu, it is estimated that these things will be received every year. It is estimated that there will be no less than ten people chasing her. This is estimated to be less, Lao Wu They are all in their thirties. They are still not married and have no children. It is reasonable to say that her family should also urge it. Old Wu should be a little anxious? This situation is the most dangerous. It’s not that she has a loose rib. If she listens to the sweet words, she will run away. The crying heart is gone, so he is very anxious.

Lao Wu went to find the vase.

Zhang Wei followed her to play with flowers, and tried to test: "Sister Wu, so many people who chase you, you did not see it?"

Wu Zeqing said: "People are not chasing me, they are friends, and they are happy."

"You... didn't plan to get married?" Zhang Yi asked with courage.

Wu Zeqing looked at him. "Ask this?"

Zhang Xiaoxiao, "Hey, it’s curiosity, curiosity."

She said casually: "Of course I have to get married, but I haven't met the right one, huh, huh, how? Do you have a suitable introduction to the big sister?"

"Cough, no." Zhang said.

She said: "Okay, the flowers are done."

Zhang Weidao: "... um."

She walked in front of her. "Go, go upstairs and see your new chapter. I am looking forward to it."

"Yes." Zhang Wei keeps up. "If you want to see it after reading it, I will continue to write it. I am going to write six more chapters today."

upstairs.

Old Wu Yifang.

After Wu Zeqing came in, he opened the computer, sat down, and started networking. Zhang Wei took the chair and sat down, and his heart was still fighting.

Old Wu first landed in meager, "Today is really lively."

Zhang Yi also sees that online is all confession, there are couples to propose marriage, there is a secret confession, and even stars are happy to show love, the scandal is also constant, at least two public figures have been photographed by reporters for Valentine's Day and Mysterious woman or mysterious man is dating. Wu Zeqing's Weibo is also very lively, although Lao Wu is not a public figure, so there is no fan attention, this is not very conspicuous, but Zhang Wei is concerned, seeing several people on her Weibo there to use Tibetan The first poem confession, he will come to the air

A Weibo certification is a high-level teacher of Peking University, Han Henian, who even played a text, and did not know where to copy a poem, on the microblogging Wu Zeqing.

I leaned on the window and thought about it.

The rain is over the beaded curtain.

Huan dances and dances.

You smile like a flower fairy.

The first word is connected, I like you.

Of course, the people don't care. Everyone pays attention to the stars, but Wu Zeqing's friends and colleagues and Peking University's students are all onlookers.

A female student exclaimed, "Wow Han teacher confessed"

An associate professor at the Department of Physics of Peking University also smiled and sent a blessing, "I wish Xiao Han to hold the beauty, come on."

Zhang Wei’s colleague, Su Na of the Chinese Department, also came to join in the fun. “Hey, Han’s teacher is courageous and praises you. President Wu heard that he wants to move, you cheer.”

The northern college students also shouted everything.

"Ah, President Wu is mine."

"Hey, you went downstairs, you are so daring."

"Hey, I also like President Wu. When I graduated, if President Wu is not married yet, I must start pursuing, sweat, although I know that President Wu will definitely not look at me."

"Tearmaster Wu is my goddess."

"I also secretly loved President Wu for three years."

"Mr. Wu, I love you too."

"You got it, we are old, it's impossible."

"Yeah, to tell the truth is still a high number of Han Henian teacher and Wu with the headmaster, at least the grade is almost the same, Han teacher is also very handsome."

"I didn't expect Han teacher to teach a high number, and Wencai turned out to be such a good poem."

"together"

"together"

"Be together"

Some male students are jealous, and some people bless.

“Mr. Wu is too popular”

"Yeah, look, many people confess."

There is a microblogging certification for the middle-aged people of the National Writers Association, and also with Wu Zeqing on the microblogging "truth", this person is quite famous, is engaged in literary research work, should be known to Wu Zeqing, there may have been work Intersection, just divorced, with a child.

He sent a poem to Wu Zeqing:

The tree opened his eyes.

Sleep in the little house.

The conscience lacks a little.

Sunset on the side of the rabbit.

It is also a Tibetan word, a few words representing four words - seeing each other late.

This middle-aged person who is a cooperative is still relatively subtle. It is also such a large age. Let him shout a love and love. He can’t say it, so it is reflected in the poem. It’s just a simple hint. But the meaning of love is self-evident.

When these poems came out, some other people may also be anxious. At first glance, so many people brazenly confessed in front of everyone, and those people were unable to sit still. Because Lao Wu’s circle is here, she has done propaganda and education. She is also responsible for the Chinese Department at Peking University, or is the person of the Calligraphy Association. Of course, most of the people who know the people are in this circle. No, it’s okay to get some poetry.

Poetry

A line of love leads the world.

I miss you.

Don't blame me for being in love.

See you often in a dream.

If you and I have a fate.

Leaving the mountain from the water line.

March peach blossoms are flourishing.

The fruit is the sweetest after autumn.

As usual, the Tibetan poetry is not seen every other day.

One by one, one wave after another, and Wu Zeqing confessed too many people, as if they were squatting, it seems to be more energetic, to see who is better than anyone, to see who can win the favor of the beautiful.

"What's going on today?"

"Wow, are you chasing the principal of Wu?"

"I don't know who Wu will choose."

"look forward to."

"I am too interested."

"Sister Wu, pick one, hey, you are not too big."

The onlookers and friends of Lao Wu continued to pay attention.

Home.

Wu Zeqing smiled and shook his head.

Zhang Wei stared at her beside her and looked at it meagerly. It was a gas, and my heart was so upset that I couldn’t help it anymore. "Sister Wu."

"Hmm?" She was on the side.

Zhang Yizhi Zhiwu, "What, me, you..."

Wu Zeqing said gently: "If you have something to say, what happened?"

Zhang Hao Meng bite the molars, thinking that if he doesn't open his mouth again, he may have no chance in his life. He will reduce the difficulty of five times and give me strength. Zhang Hao took a deep breath and did not hide. Look at Wu Zeqing’s eyes: "You don't take care of them, you are my girlfriend."

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I finally said it.

After this was said, Zhang Huan was not nervous, and looked serious.

Wu Zeqing smiled. "You, like them, what to pick up."

Zhang Wei blushes his neck and swears: "Hey, what is it, I am serious, Miss Wu."

Wu Zeqing smiled. "I didn't see it."

Zhang Qiang went out, "You said that you promised not to agree."

"Do you like me?" She squinted.

Zhang Wei did not hesitate, "Yes."

Wu Zeqing Ping He said: "The big sister immediately left, this time I have to go to the South, the work is definitely not light, and I can't come back once a year."

Zhang Wei immediately said: "I don't care if I can't see you, and I can go to you. It doesn't take long for the plane to go back and forth. If you don't come back in a year, if you don't come back in five years, I will wait, the distance is not. Question, Sister Wu, I am really serious."

She asked, "Why do you like me?"

Zhang Weidao: "No reason, just like it."

She asked again, "...How much do you like?"

I thought of Wu Zeqing's gentle and considerate, and thought of her respect and unconditional support. Such a good girlfriend is really difficult to find for eight generations. Why do you like her? In the mind, the old Wu pursuers made a poem, and Zhang’s face slowly calmed down.

like?

How much do you like you?

Zhang Wei looked at him and whispered a meditation that the world has not yet:

"I want to be a stone bridge."

"Experienced five hundred years of wind."

"Five hundred years of sunshine."

"Five hundred years of rain."

"Just ask... you walked over the bridge."

How much do you like it? Probably just like it.

This first piece of the world's famous "Shiqiao Zen" came out, Wu Zeqing's eyes immediately changed, and stunned

Five hundred years of wind blowing?

Five hundred years of sunshine?

Five hundred years... rain?

Compared with the Tibetan poetry sent by those who pursued Lao Wu, Zhang Wei’s "Shiqiao Zen" is obviously higher than them in countless grades. It is not at a level, not only content and literary It’s not a level, and there’s no way to compare it with the above and the strength.

No sweet talk

No promise oath

But the feelings in this first Zen are more than five hundred years of suffering than any verbal confession. Just ask one to pass?

Wu Zeqing closed his eyes and blinked. "Are you serious?"

Zhang Weidao: "There is no more serious time than today."

About a few seconds of silence, Wu Zeqing snorted, "Okay."

"Well?" Zhang Yiyi said, "What do you mean?"

Wu Zeqing smiled. "Are you not going to fall in love with your eldest sister? I said yes."