You are my wife, don't doubt it!

"Okay, I was wrong," Shen Jie said softly, "I didn't have this concept in my mind before, but I will know it later. I must ask you first. You like long hair, so I will start growing it again now, okay? Or should I get hair extensions?"

"Never mind, short hair is cute too." Xiao Yao sighed and had to accept the reality before him: "What are we having for dinner?"

"Oh..." Shen Jie thought for a moment and said, "Shall I make noodles for you?"

"You can still do it, I don't believe it." Xiao Yao shook his head.

"Instant noodles will still work." Shen Jie said with a smile: "Didn't expect that?"

"...Alright."

……

The instant noodles cooked by Shen Jie...are actually quite good.

The taste is quite satisfactory, not too dark.

He also thoughtfully put two eggs in it.

This is the taste of Kangshoufu braised beef noodles, so delicious that you can see it!

"Thank you, my wife." Xiao Yao clasped his hands together and sniffed the hot steam coming out of the instant noodles exaggeratedly: "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll go get some more," Shen Jie took out another pack of Kangshuaifu Shrimp and Fish Noodles: "I like this more."

"I'll cook for you tomorrow?" Xiao Yao said.

"Pfft," Shen Jie laughed, "Are we going to live on instant noodles every day?"

"When I was a kid," Xiao Yao picked up half an egg and put it in his mouth, "Every time I had an exam, my mother would cook noodles for me and put two eggs in it, meaning I had to get 100 points."

"What does this have to do with getting 100 points on the test?" Shen Jie was puzzled.

"Noodles are 1, and eggs are 0." Xiao Yao made a "0" gesture: "I remember it very clearly. At that time, there was an advertisement on TV every day, two eggs for a pack of Chinese noodles!"

"I remember this ad too." Shen Jie held the pack of seafood noodles in her hand and sat down at the table, "But it seems like I haven't seen this brand for a long time?"

"Yes, so I miss that taste very much now." Xiao Yao recalled: "When I first ate Zhongcui noodles as a child, the taste was amazing."

Xiao Yao was eating noodles, and the two fell into a brief silence. They were thinking the same thing in their minds: Was it the Zhongcui noodles that they missed, or the taste of their mother?

Shen Jie held her cheek and looked at Xiao Yao, listening to the "slurping" sound, and suddenly reached out and hit him.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yao said angrily, "I've told you so many times, stop banging on the head."

"Don't make any noise when eating noodles," Shen Jie said with a smile, "Christians should be as elegant as kings."

“I’m not a Christian?”

"That has to be done elegantly." Shen Jie stood up with the seafood noodles in her hand: "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go cook the noodles too."

As the girl walked towards the soap slice room, she secretly wondered why she blurted out Bogo's lines.

This Pogo... seems to really have some kind of indescribable spiritual power that influences others.

As Shen Jie was thinking about this, she struck a match and lit the gas stove.

I'm already very skilled at it. My ability to adapt to life is still very strong...

After finishing the noodles, Xiao Yao piled the two bowls in the sink between the soap bars as usual, saving them for washing together tomorrow.

"Okay, do your homework quickly." Shen Jie urged.

"What kind of homework is this? It's time for the exam and there's no homework." Xiao Yao rolled his eyes.

"Then hurry up and review."

"I'm steady, steady."

"...What the hell are you talking about?" Shen Jie thought, oh no, why is the way I speak starting to become similar to this kid's?

"Hey, haven't you heard of the saying 'work and rest together'?" Xiao Yao said, "Do you review the night before the exam? Do you cram? Of course you need to relax and adjust your state of mind. This is the most important thing."

"Okay, okay, relax and sleep as you like," Shen Jie raised her hands in surrender: "Just don't disturb me while I'm memorizing words."

"...Play with me for a while."

"...Haha." Shen Jie was not surprised by this request: "What to play? How about I accompany you to the Internet cafe to play games today?"

Going to an Internet cafe to play games was a very attractive proposal, Xiao Yao thought.

But he had something more he wanted to do.

Xiao Yao cleared out a space from the pile of clutter on the sofa that was barely big enough for two people to sit in: "Read a magazine with me."

"Ah? You need someone to accompany you when you read a magazine? Tell you a bedtime story?" Shen Jie held her forehead with her hand: "What magazine? The Emperor of Science Fiction?"

"Poetry Magazine?" Xiao Yao took out the magazine that only two people in the whole school subscribed to.

Shen Jie frowned in pain and groaned.

"Have you ever read modern poetry before?" Xiao Yao happily held the magazine in his hand.

"I know something about Baudelaire and Shelley, but I really have no interest in them. It feels like prose with a few more enter keys." Shen Jie pointed out in a daze, her eyes wide open.

"Oh, don't be prejudiced by what others say," Xiao Yao advised, "Try to feel it with your heart once in a while and understand my inner spiritual world."

Shen Jie placed one leg on the knee of the other leg and leaned forward slightly: "Then read it to me and see if you can convey your spirit."

Xiao Yao thought about it and decided that if he wanted to promote it, he should produce the best quality works. He put down the Poetry Magazine in his hand and rummaged through the two layers of the chest of drawers that served as a bookcase, and found two volumes of The Poetry of the World - Lyrical Poems of Life, with the subtitle "Must-Read Books for Youth Reading Class*New Curriculum Standard Quality Education".

He had borrowed it from the library at St. Francis's, but somehow it was his now.

Shen Jie took out her cell phone and started playing soothing lyrical music: "Please, my great poet."

Xiao Yao flipped through the textbook in his hand, hesitating for a moment about which chapter to read: "Can your phone play music?"

"It's a music phone. Have you chosen it? Don't worry about it." Shen Jie stood up and walked in front of him. Without even looking at it, she turned to one of the pages for him: "This is it."

"Okay," Xiao Yao cleared his throat and began to recite.

"Ahem! Be smart..."

"Does this poem begin with Ah Heng?" Shen Jie interrupted him curiously.

"No, don't make trouble." Xiao Yao continued, "Be smart, give the world back to me, and let me find adventure.

"I've seen married people, I've seen respectably married people, sitting by the fire, it's disgusting.

"I saw them devouring their food with great contentment, gurgling in a most foolish manner.

"Oh my love, my love," Xiao Yao looked at Shen Jie affectionately when he read this: "Your eyes are too beautiful to tolerate such rules. Let us come up with a better way.

“Oh my love, your face is too perfect to bear close scrutiny;

"Oh love, launch your ship and give me back to the storm."

Xiao Yao paused: "It's over."

Shen Jie clapped her hands: "Really good, doesn't your school have a recitation competition or something?"

“Yes…”

"What does this poem mean?" Shen Jie asked him.

“Here are the notes.”

"read."

Xiao Yao glanced at the content and felt that it was not good, but he still read it out: "The author of this poem is the American poet Pound. At the moment when he was about to step into the gate of marriage, he suddenly decided to escape the siege..."

"Recite it, why don't you recite it anymore?" Shen Jie's expression was half-smile.

"The monotony and numbness of the marriage made him retreat and try to escape." Xiao Yao's voice became lower and lower as he read: "Listening to his tone of coaxing and threatening, he first warned me to be smarter, then persuaded me with examples, and finally coaxed me with sweet words and treacherous intentions, saying that your eyes are too beautiful, begging me to give me back to Bao Bao. It's like saying, let me go back to the zoo, it's really a good intention..."

Xiao Yao couldn't read any more, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air between the two of them.

"Let me go back to the zoo," Shen Jie nodded thoughtfully: "Don't tell me, it's interesting?"

"What's the point of this..." Xiao Yao stammered, "This is meaningless. Let me choose a song for you."

"Marriage has nothing to do with love, right?" Shen Jie seemed to be still talking to herself: "But Brother Bo told me yesterday..."

Xiao Yao was sweating as he flipped through the book: "Hey, this one, Bei Dao's "Answer", I like it very much, although it's not a love poem."

"Okay," Shen Jie raised her lips, "Why do you have to write love poems? I'm not a love-brained person."

"Ah hum!" Xiao Yao changed his tone to an impassioned one: "Meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble; look, in that gilded sky, there are curved reflections of the dead floating all over.

"...

"I came into this world with only paper, rope, and shadow; to read the voices of those who are sentenced before the trial.

"I tell you, world, I don't believe it! Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet, count me as the one thousand and first.

“I don’t believe the sky is blue, I don’t believe in the echo of thunder, I don’t believe dreams are false, and I don’t believe there is no retribution for death.”

……

About twenty minutes later, Xiao Yao sat on the sofa, holding the latest issue of "Poetry Magazine" (June 2004) in his hand, and read it slowly.

Ever since that rainy night when Shen Tianyun came into his life, it seemed that he rarely slowed down and savored his life.

Everything seemed like a carriage out of control, with the frightened horses pulling themselves madly, running wildly, running wildly...

"Next page?" Shen Jie had been silent for a long time, and Xiao Yao asked her softly.

The only answer he got was a soft snoring, and then, he felt a weight on his shoulder, and the girl's little head leaned against him.

"I gazed at you in the sunset, you carried the sadness of flowing water. I remember the way you waved to me. Don't ask me if my love will grow old..." The song "Age of Innocence" sung by Ye Bei flowed out from Shen Jie's music phone. She downloaded it using the 20G network 2 minutes ago, and it has only just been downloaded.

Less than half a month ago, I was sitting here with Yu Luying, listening to the song "Age of Innocence" and sharing poetry magazines together, until Shen Jie suddenly rushed in carrying a large black garbage bag.

This incident actually didn’t happen very far away, but when I think about it now, it seems like it happened in my past life.

Xiao Yao let out a long, gentle breath.

Just let her sleep quietly, it's good this way.

Like most people of this era, Shen Jie cannot appreciate the "poetry of the world". It's not her fault, and it cannot be forced.

But there will never again be a girl like that who shares my thoughts and empathy, sitting on this sofa with me, listening to Ye Bei's songs and sharing my feelings about poetry.

It felt like something soft was pierced deep inside Xiao Yao's heart, and it hurt for a moment.

He was like a person sleeping in a beautiful and gentle dream. When he was awakened briefly, his first reaction was to go back to sleep.

The scene of the pale girl running at full speed appeared in front of my eyes - the child fled in panic, without knowing where to go, and one foot in a white sneaker stepped into the ankle-deep water on the street, and then the other one.

At that moment a few hours ago, Xiao Yao only felt the cold water pouring into his shoes, but now, the cold water flowed into his heart.

Can't think about it anymore.

Xiao Yao shook his head vigorously to dispel his wandering thoughts.

Just thinking about these things is considered mental infidelity.

Xiao Yao had already decided to be devoted to Shen Jie.

Such a large shake of the head startled the sleeping girl: "Ah?! Ah, you've finished reading? Ah... the meaning of this poem..."

"This poem doesn't make any sense," Xiao Yao smiled and scratched the short-haired girl's nose: "Why don't we go to the Internet cafe?"

"Ah? Now? What time is it?" Shen Jie looked at the old floor clock in a daze.

"It's still early." Xiao Yao said.

"It's not... that early." Shen Jie stood up and asked, "Why hasn't Tianyun come back yet?"

After simply packing up, the girl accompanied Xiao Yao out the door.

She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and blue jeans, with her XXII-shaped hairpin on her head, and skin-colored socks and black leather sandals on her feet.

"Ah... I feel so embarrassed. I am too embarrassed to see anyone." The girl dodged behind Xiao Yao as she walked. "I feel like everyone is looking at me. I really want to take it off."

"?" Xiao Yao saw that there were few pedestrians on the road: "Who would look at you at night? Who would stare at your feet? Why is there so much drama?"

"You know what," Shen Jie squeezed Xiao Yao's hand tightly, "When I was at home before, whether I was going to school or going out with friends, I would not go out unless I was dressed to my satisfaction."

"Hmm..." Xiao Yao thought for a moment and said, "Don't you have a lot of important things to do? Why do you always spend all your time on this? If it's not so elaborate, you can spend an extra half an hour memorizing words, haha."

"It's different. For many girls, only by dressing up perfectly like a princess can they do their best without worrying about other people's opinions or their own inner worries," said Shen Jie.

What are you talking about? Is your grammar correct? Xiao Yao didn't understand.

The two of them walked into the "Canhua Internet Cafe" arm in arm. Presumably, Song Haijian would not come out of the Internet cafe to arrest people at this time.

The front desk clerk at the Internet cafe issued cards to them without checking their ID cards.