Chapter 21

Ji Yunyun, this kind of young girl, was really a bit moved at this moment. Such a bold and public confession made anyone feel a bit romantic. The long-haired boy felt even more elated, thinking he had a sure win, and said, "I don't blame your classmate; he was also worried about you. But from the look of it, he has never been in love and cannot understand the feeling of love, so I forgive him."

Cheng Xiaoyu, however, felt a bit annoyed and thought to herself, "Why doesn't this girl just pay and leave? What's the point of lingering here?" She said to Ji Yunyun with a bad temper, "So-called love at first sight is just lust. You, stop dreaming of being Snow White. Remember, the one riding the white horse might not be a prince, but a bald monk." As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around burst into laughter.

Cheng Xiaoyu then picked up the book "Finding the Most Beautiful Self in Absurd Years," which was written by the young man with glasses. She had previously flipped through it and knew it was a poetry collection, with most of the poems being similar to the famous "lower body" poetry from another time. Cheng Xiaoyu, without feeling embarrassed, loudly shouted, "Don't miss out, let's appreciate this gentleman's work." She knew it was the book of the young man with glasses, but she said it facing the long-haired boy, making people subconsciously think it was the long-haired boy's work.

Cheng Xiaoyu's exaggerated performance attracted more people to stop and watch. She was not shy and read in a storytelling tone, "The car was fined by the traffic police,

and the driver's license was suspended.

The wife comforted him,

'Dear, don't be angry,

when we have a son,

we'll name him Traffic Police.

During the day, he calls you dad,

at night, you 'ri' (RI) him (TA) mom.'" (This is indeed a poem, you can search it on Baidu.) After reading, Cheng Xiaoyu laughed uncontrollably and said, "Bro, is this a poem or a joke?" The surrounding people also burst into laughter, making the two literary youths very uncomfortable.

Cheng Xiaoyu flipped a few pages and started reading again, "Someone called,

scaring the couple making love.

Someone knocked on the door,

scaring the couple making love.

We have been scared by others,

and we have scared others.

So we often say,

call before you come,

knock before you enter.

Until the day of the earthquake,

no one knocked,

and no one called,

the couple making love were crushed to death on the bed."

After reading, Cheng Xiaoyu turned to Ji Yunyun and said, "Ha, remember to call before you come. If someone gets crushed, they might blame you." It was the first time Ji Yunyun had heard such explicit poetry, her face turned red, and she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, feeling very uncomfortable. Cheng Xiaoyu's expression, reminiscent of Guo Degang, made Ji Yunyun unable to hold back her laughter, tears almost streaming down her face.

The long-haired literary youth also looked embarrassed, thinking that the situation, which he had just turned around, was reversed again. He secretly blamed the young man with glasses. Although he had just flattered the young man with glasses, saying his poetry collection had created a new genre, he was now humiliated by this genre. However, he didn't dare to argue that the poem wasn't his, as he couldn't afford to offend the young man with glasses.

The long-haired youth could only turn to the young man with glasses, who was blushing with shame and anger, and shouted, "You bastard, you don't understand poetry at all. This is art, this is art. This is opening the door to the body, releasing the suppressed vitality, and presenting the primitive and savage essence. You, a fool without cultural cultivation, are insulting my work." As he spoke, he rushed over to snatch the book from Cheng Xiaoyu, afraid that she would continue reading.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't mind and handed the items she was going to buy to the cashier, saying, "Pay the bill." She then asked the cashier with a malicious intent, "How much was that poetry collection just now?"

The cashier hesitated and said, "That was a free gift with Hezi's poetry collection 'Canglang Song,' it's free..."

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled at the young man with glasses, who had already been hurt ten thousand times, and said, "I think you're better at writing jokes than poetry. If you write a joke book, I'll buy a hundred copies to support you."

The young man with glasses glared, almost ready to rush over and fight. The long-haired youth pulled him back, knowing that Cheng Xiaoyu was not easy to deal with. But as long as they could get Ji Yunyun's phone number, it wouldn't be too embarrassing for them. He ignored Cheng Xiaoyu and said to Ji Yunyun, "Your classmate probably doesn't do well in school. He lacks literary cultivation and cannot understand the feelings we poets want to express..."

Cheng Xiaoyu, seeing that the long-haired youth was still纠缠着纪芸芸, 也有些不耐烦地打断了他的话, "别在这里丢人现眼了好吗？你不懂爱，他也不懂诗，你们两个就是伪文青，在这里装什么大尾巴狼，骗小姑娘？"

The long-haired youth put on a self-righteous smile, "Then you understand? Tell me, what is poetry? What is love?"

Cheng Xiaoyu sneered and took out a pen and paper from her bag. Her handwriting, like a work of art, appeared on the paper: "The most distant distance in the world,

is not the distance between life and death,

but standing in front of you,

you do not know that I love you.

The most distant distance in the world,

is not standing in front of you,

you do not know that I love you,

but being so infatuated,

I cannot say I love you.

The most distant distance in the world,

is not being unable to say I love you,

but being in pain,

yet can only bury it deep in my heart.

The most distant distance in the world,

is not being unable to say I love you,

but loving each other,

yet cannot be together.

The most distant distance in the world,

is not loving each other,

yet cannot be together,

but knowing true love is invincible,

yet pretending to be indifferent.

So the most distant distance in the world,

is not the distance between trees,

but branches growing from the same root,

yet cannot lean on each other in the wind.

The most distant distance in the world,

is not branches that cannot lean on each other,

but stars that can see each other,

yet have no intersecting paths.

The most distant distance in the world,

is not stars without intersecting paths,

but even if the paths intersect,

they disappear in an instant.

The most distant distance in the world,

is not disappearing in an instant,

but not meeting,

yet destined to never be together.

The most distant distance in the world,

is the distance between a bird and a fish,

one soars in the sky,

the other dives deep into the sea." (This poem is not by Tagore, you can verify it on Baidu, the title is "The Most Distant Distance.")

The young man with glasses watched Cheng Xiaoyu write, muttering to himself. His face turned from initial contempt and disdain to pale. When Cheng Xiaoyu finished writing, he didn't even say goodbye to the long-haired youth, lowered his head, and silently left the bookstore, still muttering about the most distant distance.

The long-haired youth forced a smile and said, "Not bad, it seems you really like this girl. I wish you both well." Then he followed the young man with glasses out, sighing in relief as he stepped out of the door. He thought it was good that he maintained his dignity at the end and decided to avoid Fudan in the future, staying at Jiaotong. These Fudan high school students were too extraordinary, and in a few years, there might be no place for them. He tightened his windbreaker, combed his hair, and followed the young man with glasses.

Cheng Xiaoyu paid with her card, and Ji Yunyun was still in a daze. Cheng Xiaoyu paid for Ji Yunyun's items as well. She picked up the plastic bag with the books and CDs and walked straight to the door, thinking to herself, "These literary youths are really sick, they need to be treated!"

Ji Yunyun, seeing Cheng Xiaoyu walk a bit far, suddenly realized and loudly asked, "Classmate, what's your name?"

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around, smiled brightly, and said, "Call me Lei Feng," then walked out of the bookstore without looking back.

Ji Yunyun was about to chase out to return the money to Cheng Xiaoyu but was stopped by the cashier, "Little girl, your things." She had to go back to get the items she had left behind and carefully kept the paper with the poem Cheng Xiaoyu had written, folding it neatly and putting it in her bag. When she went out of the bookstore, she could no longer see the fat boy who had initially repulsed her.

"Lei Feng" is really a strange name! Ji Yunyun thought to herself on her way home. She thought about the poem written for her, and her face couldn't help but turn red.

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