MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 37 【037】May you have a long wind

  Chapter 37 [037] May you have a long wind

Zhang Yang hung up the phone, went downstairs on crutches, and came to the entrance of the community. From a distance, he saw Lin Yiran wearing a light green long-sleeved dress, standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree along the street outside the entrance of the community, the slanting sunlight was covered by the crown of the tree. Covering it, it is divided into two halves from the girl's tightened waist. The light green skirt is bathed in the setting sun and sways slightly with the wind, but the upper body is hidden in the shadow of the tree. The uneven light and shadow center on the girl's graceful figure, outlining A beautiful picture of a summer afternoon.

Her long, black and smooth hair was scattered on her shoulders, and was occasionally picked up by the breeze, sticking to her beautiful face like jade. She held a few pieces of paper in one hand, and used the other hand to straighten the hair. The figure of Guo Zhangyang walking up with a cane showed a joyful expression on his face, as if he subconsciously wanted to stand on tiptoe and greet him, but with a slight movement of his body, he stopped again. She waved her hand lightly at him, and those eyes that were as clear as water looked at him.

Zhang Yang walked over unhurriedly, Lin still saw that he was leaning on crutches and was unable to walk, the remaining smile on his face quickly disappeared, he pursed his lips, watched him approach, and asked: " Can't it be removed?"

   "About a few days, my dad won't let me dismantle it."

   Zhang Yang went for an examination a few days ago, and the doctor said it was better to wait a few more days, but it’s okay to remove it now, Zhang Shouyi naturally chose the safest option, so he had to continue dragging the plaster cast.

The weather is still hot at the moment, she probably just got off the car, and she was standing in the shadow of the tree again, her skin was white and translucent, without any trace of sweat, Zhang Yang walked a long distance in the sun on crutches, but she was already sweating, sighed : "If I knew it was so hot, I would have let you go to my house."

  Seeing that Lin was still looking at him, he hurriedly explained: "My parents are not at home, so I am alone."

   After speaking, he realized that it would be better not to explain. Lin still blushed a little, and quickly changed the subject: "What about the contract?"

Lin still handed him the two pages of paper in his hand. There were not many terms, just one page per page. Zhang Yang looked around, but couldn't find where he could sign. Instead, he saw a black car with the Tuanlong logo on the side of the road. , the style is familiar, after all, he often comes to pick up Lin Yiran, and he even remembers the license plate.

  Lin still understood: "There is a small table in the car."

   "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Zhang Yang walked to the car, only to realize that he forgot to bring his pen. Lin Yiran had already opened the car door, took a pen and handed it over, Zhang Yang signed both contracts, and returned one of the contracts and the pen to Lin Yiran, who took it. In the past, but said: "Wait a minute."

Zhang Yang had no choice but to stand by the side of the road, with a glance, he had already seen his parents and Zhang Wei coming from the side of the road carrying a vegetable basket and a plastic bag from a distance, and obviously saw him too, Zhang Wei still pointed here with his father. Mom said something.

Lin still put down the contract and the pen, and took out a lavender gift bag from the back seat. It looked small, but rather delicate. He held it in one hand, handed it casually, and said softly, "I don't know you either. what do you want…"

   Zhang Yang took it with a smile and said, "I really like this bag."

  Lin still couldn't help laughing, and slightly annoyed: "Then you return the gift to me, and just keep the bag."

Zhang Yang secretly glanced at his parents and younger sister, and saw that they were already approaching, trying to look at Lin Yiran with his eyes wide open. He secretly complained, but he still smiled and said, "I've given away everything, and you still want to go back? Buy a basket I won't do the thing of returning the pearl."

  Lin still pursed his lips and smiled, and said again: "By the way, that aunt said that if you want to participate in the poetry conference, you can reserve a spot for you."

   "Uh, forget it."

  If you didn’t write "Linjiang Fairy", it would still be meaningful to go to the poetry conference, and it would be useless to attend it now. After all, it’s really meaningless for someone who engages in original poetry to abuse and recite poems

  —Besides, if Luoshen really lets go, the possibility of overturning will be even greater.

  Lin still looked at him with eyes as clear as water, "Aren't you going to participate?"

  Zhang Yang shook his head, "I didn't do very well in the final exam this time. If there is any delay, it will probably be difficult to apply for the exam."

"All right."

  Zhang Yang's original grades were similar to Lin Yiran's, and there were differences between them, but this hospitalization did delay a lot. Lin still knew what he was telling the truth, so he didn't persuade him, saying: "Then... I'm going back."

"OK Bye Bye."

  Parents were almost approaching, Zhang Yang waved at her, Lin Yiran also waved with a smile, turned around, opened the car door and got in.

She didn't notice Zhang Shouyi, Fang Qianxue, and Zhang Wei who were less than ten meters away, but the moment she turned around, the three of them could see clearly, and they were a little amazed by the young girl's appearance. Such a temperament.

  The car with the Tuanlong icon started slowly and left. Zhang Yang was waiting for his parents to come over at the door. He just showed a cute and handsome smile. Before he could speak, Fang Qianxue asked first, "Student?"

  Zhang Yang shook the contract in his hand, "Well, are you here to deliver the contract?"

   Zhang Shouyi suddenly said: "Oh, the classmate you mentioned is the girl just now?"

  Zhang Yang nodded, Zhang Wei curled his lips and said: "No wonder you showed some creativity with others... But you really look good, brother, you don't like him, do you?"

   "Are you kidding me?"

   Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, "She likes me more or less."

  Zhang Wei turned to complain to his mother, "Mom..."

Zhang Yang immediately interrupted: "Mom, did you see that all Zhang Wei's thoughts are about liking and so on all day long, he must be pushing others based on himself, you have to be careful, girls at this age are the easiest to be deceived , it's best to take a peek at her diary to see if she has a crush on someone, or..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wei was so angry that he smashed him with a bag. Zhang Yang leaned on a cane, similar to Duan Yanqing, but no one with such advanced internal strength, he limped and ran into the community, He still didn't forget to finish the sentence: "...Lian can't say for sure!"

  Zhang Shouyi hurriedly shouted: "Hey! Don't make trouble! Don't make trouble! Zhang Wei, your brother can't run away..."

  Zhang Wei didn't pay any attention, and chased Zhang Yang into the gate of the community. Zhang Yang yelled, "You slandered me first, don't blame me", and asked her to pat her on the arm a few times.

  Zhang Shouyi shouted: "All right, all right."

  Fang Qianxue is also good: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble."

  Zhang Wei grabbed his brother's arm and beat him twice before giving up. He looked at the plaster cast on Zhang Yang's foot and saw that there was nothing wrong, so he snorted and walked home angrily.

   Zhang Yang waited for his parents to come, and walked back together slowly. Naturally, he was asked about Lin Yiran again on the way, and he always used his relationship with his classmates to fool him.

  Back home, parents packed up the dishes, Zhang Yang went back to the room first, and opened the gift bag from Lin Yiran. Inside was a small box that was also exquisite. Judging by the logo on the box, it should be a pen.

Zhang Yang opened the double packaging of the box, and saw a slender black pen lying in the groove wrapped in bright yellow brocade, dipped in ink, tried to write, comfortable to hold, smooth writing, excellent experience , I am very satisfied.

The fountain pen he was using was bought when he was in junior high school, and he used it smoothly, and he has never changed it. The writing is as smooth as ever, but the nib is too thin, so it is not suitable for writing regular script. Lin Yiran must have noticed this, so he wrote Gave him a pen.

   Zhang Yang observed it, the gold tip was bright, the specific material is not clear, but anyway, it is comfortable to use, he sucked the ink, and was about to put the pen down, when he suddenly saw that there seemed to be words on the pen.

  The handwriting is thin and dark. If you don’t look carefully, it is easy to miss it. He changed the angle and looked carefully. He saw a line of eight characters, which read:

  May you have strong winds and break thousands of miles of waves.

Zhang Yang was a little surprised. He knew that Lin still liked poetry, but he didn't expect her to dabble in such a wide range of fields at such a young age. This horoscope is based on the words of Zongxi (què), which is also an idiom. The origin of "Riding the Wind and Breaking the Waves" is probably also the origin of Li Bai's poem "There will be times when the wind and the waves break".

   "Did you really choose today to celebrate my birthday?"

   "Maybe it's the manufacturer's uniform engraving."

  Zhang Yang really wanted to get Luoshen out and beat him up, but he had never seen someone who deserved a beating like this, "It's my birthday today, why didn't you say anything?"

"Have."

   Zhang Yang was a little surprised, "What do you mean?"

"Happy birthday."

"That's it?"

   Zhang Yang didn't even bother to despise him, "Didn't you order a gift or something?"

  Luo Shen seemed to think about it, and then said in a crisp and sweet voice: "I can warn you, there are only 791 days until September 5, 1993."

   "Then I really thank you!"

   Zhang Yang was very speechless, "It's my birthday, can't you say something auspicious?"

  Luo Shen seemed to think about it again, "Then let me put it another way, you can live for 791 days..."

  After a pause, the crisp, tender and sweet voice in his mind added another modal particle: "...what!"

   Zhang Yang: "..."

  (end of this chapter)