Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 450 How many flowers do you know about falling flowers?

Xiao, does it mean dawn?

Mo Baoer had a flash of inspiration and felt that reading was really useful. He kept awakening new skills and became very smart.

And dawn means dawn.

Chunxiao is the morning of spring.

After Wang Zihao wrote the words "Spring Dawn", he continued writing without stopping.

What he wrote was not the kind of handwriting that only he could recognize, but scrawly but clearly legible.

Wang Zihao didn't like the art of calligraphy that others couldn't see. He felt that it was no different from shutting himself in a house where no one could see him and amusing himself.

Since it's for your own entertainment, don't show it to others.

If others see you and say you are shameless, and you also say they are uneducated, isn't this using strong words?

"Spring sleeps without knowing the dawn."

When the first sentence came out, Mo Baoer frowned and wanted to criticize it.

No matter what I write, the sentences are not fluent.

Don’t sleep and stay up all night in spring?

Misleading people and spreading wrong ideas and values.

Regardless of adults or children, everyone should go to bed early and get up early, exercise regularly, and work hard for the country for fifty years.

Xu Bo could see that "spring sleeps without realizing the dawn" should mean that in the spring, one is too lazy to sleep and sleeps on the couch without realizing it is dawn.

Xu Meili's eyes flashed, and she couldn't read just one line of poetry.

The first sentence really has nothing to do with stunning, unlike sentences like "The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward" and "The waves sweep away all the romantic figures of the ages."

“You can hear singing birds everywhere.”

The next moment, the second sentence also came out.

Xu Bo raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit like a picture.

The birds that have been dormant for a winter are all revived when spring comes.

Mo Baoer's expression moved slightly, and combined with the second sentence, she realized that her understanding of the first sentence was wrong.

I slept soundly on a spring night and didn't know it was dawn. When I woke up, I heard the sound of birds chirping everywhere.

It was a beautiful morning, like when she went on vacation. The silence of the morning was broken by the sound of birdsong, waking her up.

But she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she liked this feeling.

Xu Meili looked happy and her image became vivid.

The young man can be so outstanding thanks to his best friend. Without his best friend, the little man would definitely not be so outstanding.

It seems that I have some credit for blocking the little man.

But this credit cannot be disputed.

The biological parents abandon the child, and the child is adopted. The child grows up to be promising. The biological parents, who live in poverty, run to recognize the child and say that if we had not abandoned you, you would be as hopeless as us. You have to thank us. , come and provide for us in old age.

"The sound of wind and rain coming at night."

When the third sentence comes out, the sound of wind and rain continued last night, and the words are obviously better than those written by Xu Bo.

It is indeed better than what I wrote, Xu Bo had to admit.

But I don’t accept that it’s more than one level better than me.

Mo Baoer also felt that her husband's writing was inferior to Wang Zihao's. This was her first impression.

Xu Meili breathed a sigh of relief, her boyfriend was the winner!

But when the last sentence came out, it was like thunder on the ground, and Xu Bo and Mo Baoer were stunned.

The sadness spreads from head to toe, boundless.

"How many flowers do you know about falling flowers?"

Xu Meili also has an indescribable sadness, just like the state she was in before she met the little man, when she woke up every day and felt hopeless and world-weary.

“I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour. "

Xu Bo muttered to himself, saying it silently over and over again, as if he couldn't stop.

Mo Baoer's eyes were fixed on this little poem, and the look on his face became more and more shocked.

This little poem may seem ordinary when you first read it, but after reading it again and again, you will feel that there is something special in the poem.

Its artistic charm does not lie in the gorgeous rhetoric or the unique artistic techniques, but in its charm.

The style of the whole poem is like flowing clouds and flowing water, simple and natural, but far-reaching and profound, uniquely wonderful.

The more I read it and explore it, the more I feel that this short four-line poem contains endless artistic treasures.

It has a graceful charm, ups and downs in writing, and a mellow poetic flavor.

This kind of love for spring is expressed, but it is not fully explained or fully explained. The door to the wind is half-open, allowing readers to guess and guess, and it is expressed in hidden and tortuous ways.

Xu Bo was mostly drunk and couldn't put it down. The language of "Spring Dawn" is simple and natural, and there is no trace of artificial carving at all.

The words are shallow but the meaning is deep, and the scenes are true and sincere, like a spring water flowing from the depths of the soul, crystal clear, filling everyone's life and beating everyone's pulse.

Reading it is like drinking wine and getting drunk unconsciously.

By reading it, you can find the true interest of nature and the essence of nature.

This is the most natural poem, the sound of nature.

Mo Baoer's eyes were intense, as if he was looking at a fascinating picture.

The spring breeze and spring rain fall one after another, but on the quiet spring night, the rustling sound makes people imagine the desolate mood like smoke and dreams, and the new appearance of the flowers after the light rain.

Although only heard by the ears, these bursts of spring sounds reveal the boundless beauty of spring, leading people to the vast nature, allowing people to imagine and appreciate the gorgeous spring scenery of warblers and the fragrance of flowers.

But the last sentence seemed to put an end to all the good things.

Mo Baoer wanted to question her daughter's boyfriend. You must have done it on purpose.

Okay, this sentence comes out at the end, which makes people feel endless melancholy.

Smash the most beautiful things in front of people.

People who engage in art have brain problems. In order to pursue artistic effects, they create tragedies and destroy valuable things in life for people to see.

Isn’t comedy great?

It is a pleasure to tear up worthless things and show them to others.

Xu Meili was so excited that she wanted to touch the little man's head again.

Why are you so good?

"How lonely it is to be invincible, how empty it is to be invincible."

After writing "Spring Dawn" and leaving his girlfriend and his family to read it, Wang Zihao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and overlooked the river.

No wonder Li Taibai said that all the sages in ancient times were lonely.

In the vast sea of ​​poems, Xu Bo and Mo Baoer were completely shocked by just one small poem like this.

It was born under their noses, the shock level is +1 and +1.

In the eyes of many people, the only people who can impress them are the ancients.                         turn the ancient prescriptions into sacred ones.

If you want to become a saint, you must first sacrifice your life for righteousness.

Only after your husband's death can we be sincerely convinced that those who live an ignoble existence are not worthy of canonization.

"If you die now, these works you left behind will definitely make you a god immediately."

After a long time, Xu Bo took their two wine glasses, stood next to Wang Zihao, and handed him the cup that belonged to Wang Zihao. The two of them looked at the river view and the Lushan Mountain together.

Behind him, Xu Meili was fanning herself with a feather duster, hoping to make the ink on the calligraphy and painting dry faster.

Mo Baoer carefully moved away the extra things on the table for fear of contaminating the calligraphy and painting.

After reading his daughter's boyfriend's poems a few times, Mo Baoer realized that compared to Lao Xu's self-entertainment poems, they were more than crushing. The two were not in the same dimension at all.

She remembered a sentence she had read, written by her daughter's boyfriend, and the only unpublished book she could read that said: "Destroying you, what does it have to do with you?"

Unfortunately, the book about my daughter’s boyfriend has not been finished yet.

And she is not good at Cui Geng.

First, elders need to be dignified. Second, she is not the young girl she was back then. She is obsessed with reading and would not feel comfortable if she did not read it in one sitting.

"Uncle, haven't you drunk enough?" Wang Zihao could see that Xu Bo was much soberer now.

When Xu Bo was sober, it was a bit awkward to call him Big Brother.

"You can't drink this last cup anymore." Xu Bo said. If you drink it again, you will have to vomit.

"I still have to practice. I'm not very good at drinking. If you drink one glass, I won't even finish half of it." Wang Zihao said.

"If you can help it, just drink. Not many people really like to drink. I never drink alone at home. I only have a drink with you, Sister Mo, occasionally." Looking at his daughter behind him, Xu Bo added, "Smoke Stop drinking, you’re not married yet.”

For the next generation, Wang Zihao understood, Lao Xu put it more euphemistically.

If Mo Baoer was really satisfied with him, she would probably work with him on the best date and time to release her daughter.

"Well, I rarely smoke and I don't drink often." Wang Zihao accepted Xu Bo's suggestion.

Xu Bo sighed: "It seems that I can only concentrate on my work. Leaving my name in the history books is left to people like you who are full of knowledge."

Death is not the end, oblivion is.

My daughter’s boyfriend’s life has no end.

Thousands of years later, people will still read his name.

The sun rises in the east. His surname is Wang and his given name is Zihao. He once used the pen name Dongfang Bubai.

I don’t know if after a person dies, if his descendants read his name, he will sit up in the long river of history and look back.

Sometimes after working overtime at night, Xu Bo would look up at the stars in the sky and suddenly feel that he was very small and insignificant, not even as good as an ant or even a grain of dust.

As a result, he began to think about the meaning of his life, like a child who had lost his way.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Xu Meili sent Wang Zihao downstairs to go home.

The driver has already arrived and is waiting in the underground garage.

"Are you still rejecting Sissi's boyfriend?" Xu Bo asked Mo Baoer after Wang Zihao and Xu Meili went out and sat in front of calligraphy and painting, drinking sober tea.

Mo Baoer hummed: "I have never objected to Sissi's choice. As long as she doesn't marry a terrible person, I won't object."

"But you care about the wealth you have worked hard for." Xu Bo said, "You use these things to threaten Sissi and her boyfriend. They are still young, especially Sissi. She hasn't enjoyed enough yet and has to compromise. She I can see clearly that my boyfriend doesn’t have high requirements for wealth. What he cares about is Sissi’s feelings, and Sissi doesn’t want her ancestors’ accumulation to fall into the hands of outsiders.”

The son is pursuing an official career and cannot take over Mo Baoer's things.

That can only be taken over by the future daughter-in-law.

"I can just tell that he doesn't have much ambition, so he doesn't trust my career to Sissi. He can't help." Mo Baoer said, "No one can help. Sissi is very tired by herself. I After so many years, I still can’t get used to it, so I want to put down my burden and retire as soon as possible.”

"There are many professional managers, there is no need to leave it to Qian Qian." Xu Bo advised.

Mo Baoer said angrily: "You didn't work hard to get here, of course you say it easily. When Sissi and Xiaoyu were young, were you willing to leave them to others to raise them?"

"Okay, I can't persuade you." Xu Bo said, "I only have one request. Sissi can choose her own life. I am very satisfied with her current choice."

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Baoer said: "Do you think Sissi's boyfriend has no choice? He may not choose Sissi."

"That's a matter between the two of them." Xu Bo said nonchalantly, "If no other girl likes Xiao Wang, I'd think it's abnormal."

"I'm thinking about your Xu family." Mo Baoer sighed, "If it weren't for you taking this path, I wouldn't be able to have more children. Why would I insist on letting Sissi recruit me now?"

"Two is enough, and you will have both children." Xu Bo is not obsessed with having more children and more happiness.

"Not enough." Mo Baoer felt a little reluctant after thinking about it.

After giving birth to her daughter Xu Meili, she became pregnant for the second time. There was actually a girl in her belly, but she had to abort it for the sake of her husband's career.

She was pregnant for the third time, and she still had a girl in her belly.

In order to give birth to a son, Mo Baoer suffered another crime.

The fourth time was a son, who was born successfully.

"You can't give birth now." Xu Bo said.

Mo Baoer sneered: "You still want to have a baby? Is there an illegitimate child outside?"

Xu Bo was speechless: "The soil is buried above the waist. We have known each other for a long time. Otherwise, when will it be?"

"Who knows, maybe you don't even know that you have an illegitimate child." Mo Baoer sneered.

Xu Bo frowned, that's not possible. It's not a novel or a movie. What woman would do this and be so tolerant? There's something wrong with her brain.

If you have any, come here and identify them as soon as possible. I can help a lot. My wife also has money, so I can get more to compensate.

"If you want to quarrel, you don't have to find a reason. I don't have any illegitimate children." Xu Bo said.

The couple were talking and arguing. After an unknown amount of time, Xu Meili came back.

"How is my boyfriend doing today?" Xu Meili looked rosy and sat down to chat with her parents.

With his daughter at home, the atmosphere is different. Xu Bo smiled and said, "I have always liked this young man. His shameless spirit makes me happy."

Many high-ranking people always tell others that people need face and tree bark, and people must accept the constraints of the law and moral norms in life, but they themselves are shameless and do shameful things.

Mo Baoer didn't express his opinion, and I didn't say anything if he was satisfied.

Your boyfriend was a much better person than your father when he was younger.

Your father's goal back then was to fill the world with love and sacrifice his life for justice.

Xu Meili looked at Mo Baoer: "Mom, don't you say a few words?"

"I still have the same attitude as before." Mo Baoer said.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t come to the door, at least there must be Xu Xiaohao.

First insist on visiting so that you can bargain, and then everyone will take a step back.

"My boyfriend is not with me because he likes your money, nor is he attracted by my father's power." Xu Meili said helplessly.

Mo Baoer said: "Don't think too much about it. How old are you? I paid a deposit for the empty house upstairs. The owner is not in Junsha. When the other party comes back, I will transfer the ownership and buy it for you. Not yet. It has been renovated and people have lived in it. It will be left for a year and a half after decoration, and it will be perfect for you and your children to move in by then."

(End of this chapter)