meaning of aurora

"Girl Meng, do you like me?" Nie straightened the ball, straight up it was a ball.

It's such a big ball, it's suitable for the elder brother's house. If the elder brother is not in the house, Enen just roll away.

"Huh? Do you want to be so sudden?" Meng Xinzhi dreamed that Nie Guangyi would come suddenly.

"I have already lost at the starting line, and I am not allowed to catch up?" The more guilty Nie Guangyi was, the more he could not lose his momentum. "Don't you dare to answer directly?"

"Hmm..." Meng Xinzhi thought for a while, then responded, "It's not like I like it, but it's not as annoying as it was at the beginning."

"Then can I understand that the girl's favorability for me has increased?"

"No, the correct understanding is that the degree of dislike has decreased."

"Aren't they all the same?" Nie Guangyi smoothed his hair.

If you are a genius, you have to be so confident!

"Mr. Nie, the girl opposite you refuses to respond, so as not to be led into a ditch by you."

"Girl, my girl, why did you even use your honorific title? You brought me into the ditch if you want to take me. You must know that the premise of being in the ditch is to have a ditch."

Meng Xinzhi stopped talking and kept as expressionless as possible.

"Girl, my girl, your smile is like the morning glow, which makes my heart surge and yearn for me."

"Where did I laugh?"

"Ah? Didn't the girl smile? Then I might be deceived by your talking eyes. Girl, my girl, your big mysterious eyes are unpredictable. Even a genius like me can hardly figure out you true face."

"Mr. Nie, are you sure this is a compliment?"

"Ah? Girl, can't you hear it? That must be my problem. Girl, my girl, your eyes are like Qionghua Yaocao, which makes me fascinated, like a bay of autumn water, making me want to sh...u...i "Nie Guangyi almost said it smoothly.

As a grassroots of the Men's College of Virtue, Nie Guangyi's chastity is so far that he can still build a memorial archway.

The problem is that the girl doesn't know what's going on with him.

Talking nonsense before he catches up with him is tantamount to putting himself to death immediately.

It's okay to die, but I'm afraid of the process of being half dead.

To be honest, after Nie Guangyi got into the car, he didn't know what happened to him.

It's not a fledgling calf.

He's in his thirties, yet he still worries about gains and losses for a while, and his heart beats faster for a while.

The girl is good-looking.

However, in this world, there are many good-looking people.

The surprise is over.

It's like meeting a beautiful woman while walking, eating and shopping.

The person who played outside whistled when he saw it.

The restrained person smiled from the bottom of his heart when he saw it.

Then, there is no more.

why.

Obviously they are all girls.

Obviously the chromosomes are the same XX.

How can there be such a dream.

The existence that is more amazing every time we meet than the last time?
"Is Mr. Nie addicted to calling [my girl]?"

"How is it possible? This is obviously the simplest and rude desensitization therapy." Nie Guangyi asked confidently: "The girl just said, is it a habit? I enjoy it after listening too much."

"Of course, just enjoy it. What age is it, which girl likes to be called, [Girl, my girl]."

"If it's not a girl, what should I call it?" Nie Guangyi thought about it seriously, "Ma'am, my lady?"

"Uh... let Mr. Nie be happy."

"I'm happy. It must be called a girl. The lady is so strange. It sounds like you are my mother."

"..."

Meng Xin was speechless for a moment.

"Girl, don't get me wrong. My mother died a long time ago. I don't mean to treat you as my mother."

"..."

"Let's not talk about anything else, just say that the girl's figure doesn't look like a mother, does she?"

"Who said being a mother can't have a good figure?"

"Huh? Did the girl ever become a mother?"

"..."

Without a timely response, Nie Guangyi sighed to himself: "That's really great, it shortened the age gap between me and the girl at once."

"What does my being a mother have to do with the age difference?" Meng Xinzhi didn't think that the age difference can be enlarged or reduced casually.

"I was divorced, and you were a mother." Nie Guangyi clapped his hands excitedly, "Does it sound like a match, perfect?"

"May I ask Mr. Nie, I went to the UK for less than a year, how will I complete the whole process of becoming a mother and getting back into shape?"

"What's the matter? It was originally something that can be seen everywhere in entertainment news."

"Mr. Nie still watches entertainment news?"

"That's what you said, Mr. Nie still drank water, pissed, and ate shit." Nie Guangyi said solemnly.

"Haha, is Mr. Nie always talking like this?"

"What's wrong with the smell? It's better than the color, right? It's because you're a little girl that I'm only talking to you about the smell." Nie Guangyi showed his thoughtfulness at the right time.

"Mr. Nie, although I am working hard, I really can't say thank you."

"Ah? No way... Could it be that I have misunderstood girls in the new era? Do girls like colored ones? Then..."

"No need." Meng Xinzhi quickly interrupted, "I'm colorblind."

"Color blindness? What kind of color blindness is it? Is it red-green color blindness, or all color blindness? Color blindness is inherited from generation to generation. If a girl is color blind, your father must be color blind, and your grandfather must also be color blind. These two Conditions are indispensable."

"I only have one father. He is not color-blind." Meng Xinzhi immediately stopped joking.

"Ah! It's over! IQ dropped and touched the girl's bottom line. What should I do, girl, can I still save it?"

"..."

Meng Xinzhi doesn't make sense.

Other jokes can be made, but it is absolutely taboo for her to make jokes about her father.

"Girl girl."

"..."

"Girl, my girl, do you have any dreams recently? Can you share them with me? It's better to have a taste." Nie Guangyi quickly explained, "I'm talking about food That smell."

Meng Xinzhi calmed down a bit, she didn't mean to make trouble with Nie Guangyi on purpose, so she went down the steps: "[Li Liyuan grows grass, one year old and one withered. The wild fire can't burn out, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.] "

"What does Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass" have anything to do with eating? Could it be that girls like to eat grass?"

"Four more sentences follow."

"Is there any more? When I recited this poem when I was a child, there were only four lines."

"Geniuses also have knowledge blind spots?"

"What the girl said, even geniuses have to eat..."

"Mr. Nie, there are some things that are enough to be said once."

"Oh, okay. Dare I ask the girl, what are the next four sentences?"

"【Yuanfang invades the ancient road, and Qingcui meets the deserted city. Then send the king and grandson there, full of love.】"

"So, in the final analysis, girls still like to eat grass?"

"Not at all." Meng Xinzhi said, "In the first sentence of the second half, [Yuanfang invades the ancient road] said the aroma of barbecue wafting on the ancient road."

"Girl, my girl, a good poem praising weeds, how did it turn into a barbecue?"

"Then ask Mr. Nie, why does the smell of weeds linger on the road?"

"This... really stumps me. How can you prove that it's the smell of barbecue?"

"Then how can Mr. Nie prove that it is not?"

"It's true that there is no way to prove it..." Nie Guangyi asked a little excitedly: "Ms. Meng dreamed of the scene where Bai Juyi wrote this poem?"

"No, I'm just talking nonsense seriously."

Meng Xinzhi poured a pot of cold water just like that.

"Miss, are you unwilling to share new dreams with me?"

"I don't care if I want to or not. Dreaming is often quite vague. I don't know where to start."

"Then girl, tell me, in your vaguest impression, have you ever dreamed of someone more handsome than me?" Nie Guangyi exerted all his strength and tried hard to find a topic.

"What a lot."

"Ah, isn't the girl talking to death now?"

"Yes. As you wish." Meng Xinzhi was naughty.

"Girl, my girl, because I look like Pan An, why don't you talk to me for a while."

"also."

"Thank you, miss. You don't mind putting my beauty monument next to Pan An."

"Although some sayings like Pan An's have been handed down, what Pan An really appreciates is his open-minded and optimistic character." Meng Xinzhi began to respond seriously.

"No, girl, Pan An, isn't it his single-mindedness that girls admire the most? Compared with him, what is Su Dongpo?" Nie Guangyi quickly covered his mouth after finishing speaking. , "I'm sorry girl, I didn't mean to slander your father."

Under normal circumstances, Meng Xinzhi is not good at creating awkward situations, and he will not let people step down.

The problem is that Mr. Nie is somewhat insulated from [the general situation].

"Su Dongpo is not specific, what does it have to do with my father?"

"Why doesn't it matter? My big brother always admires Layman Dongpo, saying that he was the first to write a mourning speech, but he didn't pay attention to Pan An at all. He is just handsome. One point, how could it be easy for your father to slander you?"

"My dad doesn't slander historical figures. You're the one who slanders my dad."

"Girl, have you never heard the story of Pan An and his wife? Pan An has only one wife from the beginning to the end. If you look at Su Shi again, he is merciful everywhere and is praised by others. I won't talk about the sequel after the death of his wife, but behind him Enjoy the blessings of everyone. If his behavior was put into modern times, he would have been drowned by the spittle star."

"It is impossible to put historical figures into the modern ethical framework."

"The girl is really forgiving."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Yes! What's wrong?" Nie Guangyi held up his thumbs, "The girl is really a good girl."

Meng Xinzhi didn't respond, and mainly had nothing to respond to.

"Then did your father say that "Jiangchengzi Yimao's Night Dream on the [-]th Day of the First Moon" is an eternal mourning poem, and that it was Su Dongpo's first creation?"

"Is there anything wrong with this statement?"

"Of course I have no problem, but my family, Pan An, definitely won't do it. Without Pan An, how could there be such a name system? Pan An was born in the third century AD. Su Dongpo was born in the eleventh century AD. Pan Anbi Su Dongpo is 790 years older."

"Pan An wrote mourning poems, while Su Dongbo wrote mourning poems. Poetry and lyrics are different. My father said that mourning poems were Su Shi's first creation, so there is no problem at all."

"Then I dare to ask, is it because of Pan An's "Mourning Poems" that there is a sequence of mourning in history?"

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi affirmed.

"Very well, the girl has reached a consensus with me about the age. Let's talk about the degree of popularity next."

"Please tell me, Mr. Nie."

"The great writer Su Dongpo, of course some people will like it. But it's just talent. In terms of popularity, it's definitely not one-ten-thousandth of my family's equally talented brother Pan An."

"Appreciate further details."

"Girl has read "Book of Jin", it doesn't directly describe how good-looking my big brother Pan An is, but only says [When I was young, I often popped out of the Luoyang Road, and women who met him would hang around with their hands, throwing fruit for it, so they were full. Returning with a car], later generations summed up this incident into an idiom called "throwing fruit to win a car", which describes a class of people who are as handsome and popular as Brother Pan An and me."

"Brother Pan is so handsome, so talented, and so dedicated, he is really worthy of a girl's [throwing the fruity car]."

"That's right! Girl, my girl, have you ever dreamed about my big brother Pan An? Who is more handsome than him or me?" Nie Guangyi added with great certainty: "Anyway, talent and dedication , I’m definitely better than him.”

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Nie... was divorced."

"Just because I'm divorced doesn't mean I'm not dedicated! If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see my ex-wife."

"Mr. Nie's brain circuit is really different from ordinary people."

"One size is one size. If my ex-wife says something bad about me, girl, you can ignore me for the rest of your life."

"Why would Mr. Nie associate a word from others with his own life?"

"Aren't I afraid that the girl won't believe me?"

"Don't say a bad word about you, it may be that they took your money, collected your hush money, or have other deals."

"Girl, how can you think so?"

"Why can't you think so?"

"It's not wrong to think so... It is true that I took my money." Nie Guangyi suddenly became a little depressed, "I am probably useless when I am with the girl."

He had no idea.

The more arrogant you are, the less confident you are in your heart.

Let's not talk about how powerful the competitors are.

He is ten years older than Meng Xinzhi, and has a marriage history.

If the girl minds these two points, then he has no chance at all.

Rather than worrying about it, it is better to ask directly.

It's better to be up or down than to be up or down.

Nie Guangyi stared at Meng Xinzhi until Meng Xinzhi said, "I did, I dreamed about Sister Rong Ji."

"Who?"

"Yang Rongji, Pan An's first wife."

"Ah, really? Is your sister Rong Ji good-looking? Is she prettier than Pan An, which makes Pan An so fond of her?"