He Ling this person

Text | Zhao Yiwei (female)

At the end of the year, Wen lian invited you to dinner. flattered. At the dinner table, the others greeted each other, talked and laughed, and it seemed that they were all old acquaintances. I sneaked around and looked around, barely familiar faces. Although he listened to other people's conversations with a smile, he was actually very embarrassed and lonely inside.

After sitting for a long time, I found that a young lady in the neighboring seat basically did not say anything, but did not rush to clip the dish, and her expression was calm. This calm and relaxed appearance made me secretly envious, and I couldn't help but take the initiative to talk and ask about her works. "In the last issue of Zhengyang Literature, I published my Romantic Arm," she said lightly. I was secretly shocked in my heart, and I couldn't help but widen my eyes, "You are the warmth of the wood?" The taste of the words, the simple and old style, I thought it came from a man's hand! The little sister stopped chopsticks, turned her eyes to me, and smiled.

This is the first time I met with Miss He Ling, and I didn't expect that we would see each other and talk very happily. After that, I learned that Miss He Ling not only published her works in large periodicals, but also published a collection of poems, which was already famous in the small town. And I, on the other hand, am just a newcomer, a nobody.

One day soon after, I received a call from Miss He Ling's sister, saying that she wanted me to help accompany the guests. I even said no. When I arrived, I learned that a poet in the circle had created a new book of poems, and she set up a banquet to celebrate. When I arrived, I saw her as a protagonist, talking and laughing with people, and suddenly changed from the previous gentle faction to the flamboyant faction. I must be a god and start to know her again. At the end of the song, people dispersed, but our conversation was constantly pulling. So, she gave me a ride, I gave her another ride, and finally we simply went to her house to continue talking. It turned out that our two families were separated by only one river, and I hit her door every day when I went for a walk in the park.

One afternoon, I received the same invitation from Miss He Ling, and the hotel was next to the park. It was still early, so we walked around the park first. In the drizzle, we walked and talked, only to feel that the willows of that day were particularly gentle, and the lotus flowers of that day swayed with special style...

The guest and host sat down, only to find that there were only two women at the banquet. After three rounds of drinking, the literati of Sven became no longer Sven and began to talk about half meat and half vegetarian passages. So, in the small space, in the smoke, the laughter of the men began to wave... When I noticed Miss He Ling's sister, I saw her stop the cup and throw herself, with a frosty face. Looking at that posture, I think it must have been frozen for a long time.

On the way back, Miss He Ling sat in the back seat and barely spoke. When I got to the bridge in front of her house, I parked. She came down from the back seat and stood in front of me. I immediately felt that the atmosphere was a bit tight.

"These men say those gibberish words, which is disrespectful to women!"

"It is!" I echoed.

"Delete him and never attend his party again!"

It was very late, so let's say goodbye.

Just arrived home, Miss He Ling's sister's message arrived, a screenshot - "×××, I deleted you, never to participate in your party again..."

If you delete it, you secretly delete it, and you also tell it clearly. This made me suddenly think of a line of dialogue between the two armies in ancient times: Who will come? Sign up!

Only pity the host, just after inviting the guest was deleted, presumably at this time is a confused face!

This incident has been passed down as a good story, and it makes people laugh once. What kind of person is Miss He Ling?

She said she was a big layman. I see her as a pure person, a pure person, a person who lives truly. Her tentacles are still sharp after the grinding of the years, her inner baptism of wind and frost is still pure, and her eyes are still clear after reading the mottles of life...

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About author:Zhao Yiwei, a teacher at a special school. He likes to comb his life with words and hopes to spread the sunshine with words. His works have been published in newspapers, magazines and online platforms such as "Hundred Gardens", "Bohai Wind", "Rushing Stream", "Chinese Teachers", "Cultural Studies", "Dahe Daily", "Zhumadian Daily", "Tianzhong Evening News" and so on. "The Queen Mother Is Also a Mother", "Two Admission Letters" and "Lamp" won the National "Shuxiang 38" Excellence Award for three consecutive years (2019, 2020 and 2021), "The First Time of Temperature" won the Excellence Award of the China Wen'an "Shangfa Cup" Rule of Law Small Fiction Essay Contest, and "Looking for an Eye" won the second prize of the "Nanniwan Cup" National Small Fiction Essay Contest.

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