Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 476 Never Separate (1)
"So that's the case." Jiujiu held the collection of poems and sighed. She never thought that the poems are so broad and profound, and a short poem contains such profound truths.

All things cause and effect cycle and blend with each other.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is not unreasonable. Everything in time should be connected. Jiujiu is not a person who believes in destiny, but she believes in destiny, and she meets in the dark, knows each other, loves each other, and stays together.

Looking back, the 13-year relationship between her and Lan Zhongwen is like a coincidence, about the environment, about the blooming season, about youth, about the future, all kinds of coincidences have contributed to her alluring love with him.

At first she was a poor student.

He is eugenic.

She came to him.

She needs him.

He helped her with a cold face and a kind heart.

So she was moved by him.

He goes out of his way.

She felt a throbbing heart for him.

She has experienced a bewildered and sweet unrequited love.

He lost his temper for the first time.

She experienced bitter lovesickness.

He coaxes her.

So they fell in love.

in then.

She got the most beautiful man in the world.

never separate.

never separate……

There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and she blinked shrewdly, "Lan Hua'er, this feeling can be remembered, but of course I'm at a loss, what does this sentence mean?"

Her voice was ethereal and slow.

Lan Zhongwen was stunned for a moment, as if sensing it, he slowly raised his overgrown eyelashes, his lips were as red as Manzhushahua in September, clearly enchanting, "Jiujiu, why do you ask this poem? "

This is not an auspicious poem. It is not auspicious for feelings and life.If you name your child, it shouldn't be called with such a meaning.

"No, I just asked casually, what does this mean?"

Lan Zhongwen turned to the next page leisurely, "If you don't tell me why you ask this first, I won't answer you."

"You tell me what you mean first, and I'm telling you."

Lan Zhong was silent, and after thinking for a while, his frowning eyebrows relaxed slightly, "Well, let me tell you first, the meaning of this poem is that this love has become a kind of nostalgia, but it was careless, too confused, and didn't understand it back then. To cherish. In modern terms, you only know how to cherish after you lose it. Jiujiu, I have already told you, now, can you tell me your reason? Do you want to use this poem to name your child? "

"That's not true." Jiujiu smiled narrowly, "I just remembered the love letter that girl wrote to you back then, and she also said such a sentence. She said that this love can be remembered, but of course I'm at a loss. This poem is beautiful, but She didn't like the ending of the poem."

"Do you still remember this?" Lan Zhongwen frowned slightly. She didn't remember the good things, but she remembered all the bad things deeply.

"Actually, I thought her letter writing was really good at the time. If I hadn't been able to write it, I don't have that talent. Besides, if I can understand poems so well, her grades must be good."

"Wrong, Jiujiu, I said her grades must be bad." Lan Zhongwen automatically ignored the first half of the sentence.

"Why do you see it?" Jiujiu also became sore after being a scholar. After reading too many poems, he also grasped the essence of one or two sentences.

"My mind is full of love and love, so how can I get good grades?"

"No, I disagree."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, interested, "Let's hear it."

"Didn't you say that you fell in love with me at first sight on the interview program yesterday? Then you also wanted to have sex at that time. Why didn't your grades regress?"

"..."

Lan Zhongwen was silent, thought for a while, and then smiled: "Because although I like it, I never thought about falling in love. Since I didn't think about it, why bother?"

Jiujiu was surprised, "You are so cunning, even if you like it, you have to suppress it."

"People say that the more you like a person, the less you can confess. It's her appetite and always treats her well, so that she can't forget herself all the time, but she just doesn't confess." Lan Zhongwen said with a smile, besides, the opponent is just A stupid goose is naturally easy to catch, haha.

"So you did it on purpose. You deliberately teased me. Let me say that I like you first?"

"If it wasn't like this, how could someone understand his own mind? It really hurts my brain to wait for that dull heart alone."

"I'll go! You actually said that I have a dull heart!"

"Then don't you? Seeing me rejecting other girls, I just think that I will reject you and abandon you. You don't trust me too much."

"Then..." Jiujiu blushed and said irrationally, "That was in the past, okay? I can trust you now."

"No! If you didn't believe it before, you don't believe it anymore. You can't let it go." Lan Zhongwen was taken aback by his righteous words, and stammered.

"At that time we... didn't know each other at all... okay?"

"Unfamiliar?" Lan Zhongwen's tone dropped a few degrees, "Then let's get acquainted now."

As he spoke, he got up and walked around to Jiujiu's side to sit down, hugging her shoulders, he smiled narrowly, graceful and noble.

The lingering orchid fragrance covers the bitterness of the coffee.

Jiujiu immediately understood that he was bluffing her, and slapped his hand away vigorously, "Don't make trouble, I'm thinking of a name."

Think of the baby's name.

Lan Zhongwen looked sad.

"Mrs. Lan, have you figured out your daughter's name?" His brain is usually easy to use, but when it comes to thinking of a name, it's almost impossible to turn ninety-nine and eighty-one brain nerves, and it's blank.

"Not yet." Jiujiu shrugged, "Mr. Lan, what do you think of your son's name?"

"No."

"It's hard to think about."

"Yes." Two days looked at each other and sighed in discouragement.

It is too classical to use poetry to choose a name, and it is too common to use ordinary words to choose a name. Since they live in the international city of Hong Kong, they have to think of two international ones.

After a while, the waiter came to refill the glass, and Lan Zhongwen had already sat back in his seat. He flipped through the love poems in his hand, as if he had to come up with a name.

(End of this chapter)