In the villa.
Wu Zeqing placed the flowers on the table.
Zhang Ye went forward. "Let me help you set it up. Where should I put it?"
Wu Zeqing said, "There's no need. Let's eat first. Later, we'll find a vase. If it can't hold it, we can just leave it there. We can also put it in the yard."
Zhang Ye blinked and said, "You're still the most popular."
"They're all gifts from friends and former colleagues," she said.
Zhang Ye asked, "Uh, they're all chasing after you?"
Wu Zeqing brought the milk over and said indifferently, "I don't know about that."
Come on, even a fool can see it. Don't you know?
When Zhang Ye saw this, he started to belittle them. "What's so good about celebrating a foreigner's festival? It's not a good atmosphere."
"Sit down and eat." Wu Zeqing smiled. "Big Sis doesn't celebrate Western festivals."
Zhang Ye slapped the table lightly. "That's right. What chocolates, roses, and the like are all bad practices and should be firmly boycotted. Just look at last year's Thanksgiving Day. Whoa, a lot of the Chinese people were so excited about it. There were even some public figures who were posting on Weibo, thanking this and thanking that. What do you think they're trying to achieve? How did the American Thanksgiving Day come about? It was the Native Americans who helped them in the past. The Americans set up this festival to thank the Native Americans. Why should our country be grateful? It's totally brainless! "
Wu Zeqing laughed. "You're quite agitated."
"It's not that I want to trample on them. It's really not that I want to trample on them, Sis Wu." Zhang Ye was actually just trampling on them. "I can't bear to watch such an atmosphere!"
Wu Zeqing nodded slightly. "I shouldn't advocate it."
During breakfast, Zhang Ye spoke from the beginning to the end, despising this bunch of people to the core. That was not all, he even had to step on them a few times in the mud!
After dinner, another express delivery arrived.
Wu Zeqing signed for it and took it out. It was a piece of calligraphy with a poem written on it.
You are the beautiful Chang 'e of the mortal world.
It was the heart that sang and danced.
I'll ride the wind and waves while you steer.
The most beautiful is not the passing clouds.
When love is strong, you don't need much.
Zhang Ye understood at a glance, "An acrostic poem?"
You are my favorite? Pooh! Vulgar! It was simply too despicable! Zhang Ye spat fiercely in his heart. He was determined to be a criminal!
Wu Zeqing shook her head with a faint smile. She did not say a word and put the Xuan paper aside.
Zhang Ye once again ridiculed, "This is someone from the Calligraphy Association? The words are passable, but the standard of this poem … is very ordinary. It's just a coincidence, there's no technical content. "
Di di. Wu Zeqing's cell phone rang with a message. Old Wu picked it up and took a look.
Zhang Ye also secretly glanced at it. He did not see it clearly, but from the layout, it looked like it was another poem. It looked like everyone knew that Wu Zeqing liked calligraphy and poems. This was to cater to her interests. He wanted to express his feelings on Valentine's Day, hoping to win her heart!
Old Wu handed the cell phone over. "What does this poem mean? I don't understand. "
"Oh, let me take a look for you." Zhang Ye thought to himself that this was his specialty, so he did not object. He took it over and took a look. He said, "It's another acrostic poem. This one is even more deeply hidden."
Wu Zeqing asked, "Hidden character?"
Zhang Ye acknowledged and took it from her.
"How long are the days and short nights?"
"How many people come when they are at the top?"
"Alone in the fragrant meadows?"
"Ten men's feet long in a straw raincoat?"
"The swan spreads its wings and the bird flies?"
"There's no meaning in cooking wine with a spoon."
"There's still a hook and three spots of rain?"
Linked together, the moon represents my heart.
This sort of acrostic poem was not proper literature. Sometimes, in order to put them together, it was a little forced. The words were not clearly spelled out and were full of loopholes. It was no wonder that Wu Zeqing could not understand it at first glance. There were many such poems in Zhang Ye's previous world, so he could understand it at a glance.
Wu Zeqing smiled. "You seem to know quite a bit about this?"
Zhang Ye sighed. "Not really. These kinds of poems are all small tricks and can't be shown in public. I have not studied them in detail before, but I definitely know more than them." He had stepped on Old Wu's suitors again. This bro did not even dare to make a move on them, but you guys are already openly confessing?
Shameless!
Do you guys still have any humanity left!?
Zhang Ye was very angry and anxious at the same time. Seeing how calm Old Wu looked, he guessed that she would probably receive these gifts every year. He guessed that the number of people chasing after her was no less than ten, and this was already an underestimate. Old Wu was already in her thirties and was still unmarried without any children. Logically speaking, her family should have been urging her to chase after her, right? Old Wu should also be a little anxious, right? This was the most dangerous situation! She better not lose her mind and run away after hearing someone's sweet words. If that happened, Zhang Ye would feel like crying. That was why he was so anxious!
Old Wu went to look for a vase.
Zhang Ye followed her and fiddled with the flowers. He probed, "Sis Wu, there are so many suitors, but none of them caught your eye?"
Wu Zeqing said, "They are not trying to woo me. They are all friends, so it's just for fun."
"You... don't intend to start a family?" Zhang Ye mustered up his courage to ask.
Wu Zeqing looked at him. "Why are you asking this?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "Hai, I'm just curious."
She casually said, "Of course I want to start a family, but I haven't met anyone suitable yet. Hur Hur, why? Do you have someone suitable that you want to introduce to Big Sis? "
"Ahem, no," Zhang Ye said.
She said, "Alright, the flowers are ready."
Zhang Ye said, "… OK."
She walked in front. "Come, let's go upstairs and have a look at your new chapter. I'm looking forward to reading it."
"Sure." Zhang Ye followed. "If you still want to read it after reading it, I will continue writing. I will try to write another six chapters today."
Upstairs.
In Old Wu's bedroom.
After Wu Zeqing came in, she switched on her computer and sat down to surf the Internet. Zhang Ye pulled a chair to the side and sat down. He was still struggling internally.
Old Wu logged onto Weibo first. "It's really lively today."
When Zhang Ye saw it, he also felt the same way. Online, it was filled with confessions. There were couples proposing to each other, and there were even celebrities showing off their love. There were also endless scandals. At least two public figures had already been photographed by the reporters on Valentine's Day dates with a mysterious woman or man. Wu Zeqing's Weibo was also very lively. It was just that Old Wu was not a public figure, so she did not have many fans following her. That was why she did not stand out. However, Zhang Ye was following her. When he saw a few people using acrostic poems to confess on her Weibo, he got angry!
A Weibo verified account of an Advanced Mathematics teacher at Peking University, Han Henian, had also started to dabble in literature. He copied a poem from somewhere and tagged Wu Zeqing on Weibo.
I lean by the window and think of a beauty.
Joyful rain sprinkles the beaded curtain.
A beautiful figure dancing in joy.
You smile sweetly like a flower fairy.
Put together, I like you.
Of course, the commoners did not care about these. Everyone was focused on the celebrities, but Wu Zeqing's friends and colleagues, as well as the Peking University students, all gathered around to watch.
A female student exclaimed, "Wow! Teacher Han has confessed! "
An associate professor from the Physics Department also smiled and gave his blessings. "Wishing Little Han will win the beauty. All the best."
Zhang Ye's colleague, Su Na from the Chinese Department, also joined in the fun. "Hehe, Teacher Han's courage is commendable. I'll give you a Like. I heard that President Wu will be transferred soon. All the best."
The Peking University students also shouted all sorts of things.
"Ah, President Wu is mine!"
"Pfft, previous poster, you've lost all your integrity. You sure have guts!"
"Boohoo, I like President Wu too. When I graduate and start working, if President Wu is still unmarried, I will definitely pursue her. F * * k, even though I know President Wu will not like me!"
"Tears! President Wu is my goddess! "
"I've also been secretly in love with President Wu for three years!"
"President Wu, I love you too!"
"Come on, at our age, it's impossible."
"That's right. To be honest, Teacher Han Henian from Advanced Mathematics is more compatible with President Wu. At least their ages are about the same. Teacher Han is also quite handsome."
"I never expected that Teacher Han, who teaches Advanced Mathematics, would have such good literary talent! It's an acrostic poem! "
"Be together!"
"Be together!"
"Be together!"
Some of the male students were jealous, while others were giving their blessings.
"President Wu is too popular!"
"That's right. Look, so many people are confessing!"
A middle-aged man from the National Writers' Association, who was verified as a Weibo member, had also "flirted" with Wu Zeqing on Weibo. This person was quite famous. He was involved in literary research and was likely acquainted with Wu Zeqing. They might have crossed paths in their work before. He was recently divorced and had a child.
He sent a poem to Wu Zeqing:
Tree opened her eyes.
Kid went to sleep in the house.
Lacking a little conscience.
Beside the sunset ravaged rabbit.
It was another 'acrostic'. The few sentences represented four words — regret not having met earlier.
This middle-aged man from the Writers' Association was rather reserved. Indeed, at his age, he probably wouldn't be able to say such mushy words of love. Hence, it was reflected in the poem. It was just a simple hint, but the meaning of his adoration was self-evident.
When these poems were posted, some others might have gotten anxious. Seeing so many people openly confessing on Weibo in front of everyone, those people could not sit still any longer and came over. This was because Old Wu's circle was here. She had been involved in publicity, education, and was also in charge of the Chinese department at Peking University. She was also a member of the Calligraphy Association, so most of the people she knew and interacted with were from this circle. These people might not be able to do anything else, but it was not a problem for them to write some poems.
Poems filled the sky!
A thread of love leads us to old age.
Daily longing dispels sorrow.
Don't blame me for being infatuated.
Seeing you often in my dreams.
If you and I were fated.
Separated by mountains and rivers by a thread.
The peach blossoms were in full bloom in March.
The fruits were the sweetest after autumn.
It was the same old acrostic poem. A day apart feels like three years.
One after another, wave after wave. There were too many people confessing to Wu Zeqing. It was like they were making a ruckus and competing with each other. They were all trying to see who was better than the other and who could win the beauty's favor.
"What's going on today?"
"Wow, are they all wooing President Wu?"
"I wonder who President Wu will choose!"
"I'm looking forward to it."
"I'm very interested too."
"Sis Wu, just pick one. Hehe, you're not young anymore."
The surrounding students and Old Wu's friends continued to pay attention.
......
At home.
Wu Zeqing smiled and shook her head.
Zhang Ye, who was beside her, had also finished reading her Weibo. He was so angry and frustrated that he finally could not hold it in any longer, "Sis Wu."
"Yes?" She turned her head.
Zhang Ye stammered, "Then, I'll do it, you..."
Wu Zeqing said gently, "Just say it, what's the matter?"
Zhang Ye clenched his teeth. He knew that if he did not say it now, he might not have another chance in this lifetime. The 5 × Difficulty Reduction Die, please bestow me with strength! Zhang Ye took a deep breath and did not try to hide anymore. He looked into Wu Zeqing's eyes and said, "Ignore them, be my girlfriend!"
Damn!
He finally said it!
After saying that, Zhang Ye was no longer nervous and looked very serious.
But Wu Zeqing laughed, "You're just like them, trying to stir up trouble."
Zhang Ye blushed and said, "Heh, what do you mean stir up trouble? I'm very serious, Sis Wu."
Wu Zeqing smiled, "I couldn't tell."
Zhang Ye threw caution to the wind, "Just tell me if you agree or not."
"You like me?" She looked into Zhang Ye's eyes.
Zhang Ye did not hesitate, "Yes."
Wu Zeqing said calmly, "Big Sis will be leaving her post soon. She will be going to the South this time, so the work will definitely not be easy. She might not even come back once a year."
Zhang Ye immediately said, "I don't care if I can't see you or not. Besides, I can also go look for you. It doesn't take long for the plane to and fro. Besides, even if you don't come back for a year, or even five years, I can still wait. The distance is not a problem. Sis Wu, I'm really serious."
She asked, "Why do you like me?"
Zhang Ye said, "No reason, I just like you."
She asked again, "...... How much do you like me?"
Thinking of Wu Zeqing's gentleness and thoughtfulness, thinking of her respect and unconditional support for him, such a good girlfriend was really hard to find even in eight lifetimes. Was there a need to ask why he liked her? Zhang Ye's expression slowly calmed down as he recalled the scenes of Old Wu's suitors writing poems to confess their love for her.
Like?
How much do I like you?
Zhang Ye looked at her and softly recited a Zen poem that did not exist in this world:
"I wish to become a stone bridge."
"Withstanding the wind for 500 years."
"Withstanding the sun for 500 years."
"Withstanding the rain for 500 years."
"Only asking... for you to walk across the bridge."
How much did he like her? It was probably how much he liked her!
When this famous "Zen of the Stone Bridge" from Zhang Ye's previous world was recited, Wu Zeqing's expression immediately changed. She was stunned!
Withstanding the wind for 500 years?
Withstanding the sun for 500 years?
Withstanding the rain for 500 years?
Compared to the acrostic poems sent by those people who were wooing Old Wu, Zhang Ye's "Zen on the Stone Bridge" was clearly on a much higher level than theirs. It was no longer on the same level. Not only was the content and literary quality not on the same level, even the meaning and strength of the poem could not be compared at all!
There were no sweet nothings spoken!
There were no promises made!
But the feelings expressed in this Zen poem were much more shocking than any verbal confession! Five hundred years of suffering, just to walk across it?
Wu Zeqing closed her eyes and opened them again, "Are you serious?"
Zhang Ye said, "There's never been a time when I've been more serious than today!"
After a few seconds of silence, Wu Zeqing acknowledged, "OK."
"OK?" Zhang Ye was stunned, "What do you mean?"
Wu Zeqing smiled, "Didn't you want to date Big Sis? I said OK. "
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