"Punch—" There were a few low laughs. It was probably because I had never seen a catwalker like me who was so clear and confident with few inks. Several people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures of us. Shu Liao
Xiaoyi nervously reminded me to be calm and calm, but in fact, I was already calm, so I still smiled and looked at the questioning woman:
"But I want to hear what your problem is."
As an intellectual white-collar worker, to a certain extent, she should be quite confident and narcissistic about her own knowledge, so she squinted her eyes and smiled reservedly:
"Then ask this young lady to give us a brief account of the main content of the book you are holding."
Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and reached out and pushed me:
"Go, this is fairly simple."
"... But I don't know this book." I looked down, and it was all the English letters with headaches, and there were already a lot of people in the stands pretending to watch a good show. I wondered since it was the store manager’s business and face. The problem is that I came here on my own initiative, so I can't make people feel embarrassed. What's more, I still come with extra tasks this time.
After all, Xiaoyi and the thing called An Zihao, I really came to intervene in this meeting.
So he cleared his throat and said:
"Books are one of the ways we absorb knowledge, but if we stick to books, our thinking will be limited..." Everyone in the audience became serious, sitting in a tight-knit manner looked a little funny, I bent over to do it He gave a gentleman’s gift and pointed to the nearest An Zihao, “Just like this gentleman, he judges a person based on his own subjective assumptions, which is equivalent to taking books as dogma and refusing to try to develop another way of thinking. ."
An Zihao didn't expect that I would suddenly point at him. He looked blank for a moment, and then suddenly raised his eyes to Xiaoyi beside me, and asked with his lips:
"So, did you come forward for her?"
"Pretty?" I sneered, and stretched out my hand to pull Xiaoyi forward, making her look up at everyone, "If you have anything, she should say it to herself, and you, as long as you can listen carefully and take good care of it. Just judge."
"I..." Xiao Yi looked at me in a panic, I looked at Qu He, and Qu He looked at the sky.
"What are you doing?" An Zihao looked at him coldly, mocking and contemptuously, clearly wanting to show disdain, but faintly showing a different kind of sentiment, raised his voice and asked loudly, "Lin Xiaoyi, what do you want?! "
In fact, human perceptions, including feelings, are very subtle. I silently looked at the boy who had some emotional fluctuations. Perhaps he has no feelings for Lin Xiaoyi.
"I like you." The girl said softly, the voice was very small, only a few of us could hear it. The host suddenly handed the microphone over to Xiaoyi’s mouth, and then, the people in the entire central axis square. I heard this confession—
"An Zihao, I like you!"
"From the first time I saw you in t-da, I fell in love with you! I thought about telling you earlier that my mind... But someone told me that you..."
She paused, then turned to look at me, and I nodded to encourage her to continue.
"She said that you only like beautiful girls... And, girls who are too well-behaved and too good are not easy to attract the attention of boys..."
Although I have heard this a second time, I still feel powerless. In fact, this girl is too good to be bullied, so she will be secretly played with.
An Zihao looked at her in surprise, a bright color flashed in her eyes, and she wriggled her lips as she wanted to respond. The injured girl next to her gave a soft utter, attracting his attention.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt again?" He looked down at her wrist.
I watched the girl pretending to be crying painfully, and then whispered:
"Zi Hao, I want to go to the hospital to see."
"Are you scared or guilty? This lady named Lulu?" I took Xiaoyi down the steps, step by step, and stood before them. "At the beginning, you and Xiaoyi were still good friends? Oh oh No, right? You are humble, how can you be qualified to be Miss Lin's friend? I was the one who said the wrong thing."
"You..." The girl named Lulu's face turned pale, but she dared not say anything. An Zihao couldn't stand it anymore, she stretched out her hand and pushed hard towards me:
"You woman is inexplicable!"
Qu He, who was following me, supported me in a timely manner, and lowered his head amusedly to advise:
"Zhen Xiaozhu, you really are too broad."
I pushed his waist unceremoniously with my elbow, lowered the volume and retorted:
"I'm accumulating experience to write a manual for chasing love! Don't you always say that I don't understand love? This girl is planning to spend a lot of money on statistics to define what is true love!"
"You are inexplicable!" Before I finished speaking, Xiaoyi yelled back at An Zihao, standing in front of me to block, "I just said what I wanted to say, and she just said she wanted to say Yes, what's up with you!"
"Lin Xiaoyi, you like me, but it's none of my business?" An Zihao looked at us with her arms around Lulu.
"Yes! It's none of your business! You take good care of the person in your arms! From now on, I will slowly learn to dislike you!"
Suddenly it was quiet, no one answered, only the eyes of the boys looking at it became more and more complicated and unpredictable.
After a long time, the crowd burst into applause!
"Good job! I need such an honest and courageous woman!" It was the store manager who said this... I twitched my mouth, met her inexplicably excited eyes, and couldn't bear to look directly at her, don't say in a deep voice:
"It is still necessary to say something. For example, who hurt this hand named Lulu? And who kept telling Xiaoyi about the type of person you like?"
"Using the trust of others to destroy her dreams and chase wantonly, do you think you are qualified to be happy? Miss Lin Lulu?"
"The Lin family gave you a surname to recognize your status. Even if your father is really the driver of Xiaoyi's family, I believe that over the years, your food, clothing, housing and transportation are not much different from Xiaoyi, right?"
"You tell Xiaoyi, try to be a bad boy, you take the initiative to act as the target of being bullied, and in a deliberately planned scene, you attract An Zihao's attention, but let him put his attention... on you? Isn't it?"
I spoke word by word, without too much pause in between, watching with satisfaction that Lin Lulu's paler face became more bleak in the sun's fading west.
"And An Zihao... Such a boy with little vision is really not worth your painstaking effort. Xiaoyi is right. She likes him and has nothing to do with you."
Such a scene can be said to be very justice and magnificent. Obviously, An Zihao did not expect that such a large amount of information would be poured out together. For a while, Lin Lulu was frightened and shrank into his arms.
A book fair that was originally considered to be harmonious has just become weird.
Qu He sighed behind him:
"pig."