I’m Really a Superstar

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In the villa.

Wu Zeqing put the flowers on the table.

Zhang Ye went up and said, "Let me help you place it. Where to put it?"

Wu Zeqing said: "No, let's eat first and find a vase later. If it can't fit in it, we can just leave it like this, or put it in the yard."

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "You are still welcome."

"They were all gifts from friends and former colleagues," she said.

Zhang Ye asked: "Uh, are they all chasing you?"

Wu Zeqing brought the milk over and said calmly: "I don't know."

Come on, even a fool can see that, but you still don’t know?

As soon as Zhang Ye saw it, he started to shout at them, "What do you think is so good about this foreigner's festival? This custom is very bad."

"Sit down and eat." Wu Zeqing smiled, "On the Western Festival, my eldest sister can't do it."

Zhang Ye patted the table lightly, "Right, chocolates, roses, etc. are completely bad habits and should be resisted resolutely. Look at that Thanksgiving Day last year, oh, many people in the Republic were extremely upset, and Some public figures also post on Weibo everywhere, saying thank you for this and that. What do you think this picture is about? How did the American Thanksgiving come about? The Indians had helped them in the past, and the United States established this to thank the Indians. During holidays, it’s completely mindless for our country to follow the tradition of giving thanks.”

Wu Zeqing smiled, "You are quite excited."

"It's not me who is shouting at them, it's really not me who is shouting at them, Sister Wu." Zhang Ye was actually shouting at them, "These trends are so disgusting."

Wu Zeqing nodded slightly, "It shouldn't be advocated."

During a breakfast, Zhang Ye talked about it from beginning to end, making these people look down upon him to the core. This was not the end of it. In the end, he still had to step into the mud a few times.

After the meal, another express delivery was delivered.

After Wu Zeqing signed for it, he took it out and found a piece of calligraphy and a poem.

You are the beauty of the world, Chang'e.

It's like singing and dancing, but it's also heartfelt.

I ride the waves and you steer them.

The most beautiful thing is not when the clouds pass by.

When love is strong, you don’t need much.

Zhang Ye understood it immediately, "Acrostic poem?"

If the first words are combined together, you are my favorite? Uh-huh - the flow was so low - it flowed. Zhang Ye sighed hard in his heart and immediately gave him a verdict.

Wu Zeqing smiled lightly and shook his head. Without saying anything, he collected the rice paper and put it aside.

Zhang Ye shouted again: "Is this a person from the Calligraphy Association? The handwriting is okay, but the level of this poem... is very average. It's just a coincidence, without any technical content."

Didi, a text message rang on Wu Zeqing's cell phone. Old Wu picked it up and read it.

Zhang Ye also glanced at it secretly, but he didn't see it clearly, but from the layout, it seemed to be another poem. It seemed that everyone knew that Wu Zeqing liked calligraphy and poetry. This was a natural fit for him. I wanted to spend Valentine's Day on it. Express your feelings and look forward to hugging the beauty back home.

Old Wu handed over his cell phone, "What does this poem mean? I don't understand it."

"Hey, let me help you take a look." Zhang Ye thought to himself that this was his old profession, so he didn't hesitate to take it for a look. He said, "It's an acrostic poem again. This one is hidden deeper."

Wu Zeqing asked, "Hidden characters?"

Zhang Ye hummed, took it and said:

"The days are long and the nights are short, how sad is the moon?"

"A few people from the high place are coming - Liang."

"One person travels through the green grassland - generation."

"Ten men's feet are covered with raincoat - watch."

"The swan spreads its wings and the bird has flown - me."

"There's no point in cooking wine with a white spoon -"

"One hook and three drops of rain - heart."

Together, the moon represents my heart.

This kind of poem with hidden characters is not serious literature. Sometimes it is far-fetched to put it together. The spelling of the words is not so clear and full of loopholes. No wonder Wu Zeqing didn't understand it at first glance. There were quite a lot of this kind of poems in Zhang Ye's world, so he knew it right away.

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "You know a lot about this?"

Zhang Ye said cheerfully: "I can't even say that I understand it. It's impossible to talk about it. This kind of poetry is just a small thing and can't be put on the stage. I haven't studied it carefully, but I definitely know more than them." He stepped on it again. You've got Lao Wu's suitor, but you guys don't even dare to make a move, but you all confess your feelings openly?

Shameless

Do you still have humanity?

Zhang Ye was very angry and anxious. Judging from Old Wu's calm look, he must have received these things every year. It is estimated that there must be no less than ten people chasing her. This is probably at least less. Old Wu also She is already in her thirties, not yet married and has no children, so it stands to reason that her family should be urging her to do so, right? Old Wu should also be a little anxious, right? This situation is the most dangerous. Don't let her relax and run away after listening to someone's sweet words. Zhang Ye felt like crying, so he was very anxious.

Lao Wu went to find a vase.

Zhang Ye followed her and played with the flowers, and asked tentatively: "Sister Wu, there are so many people chasing you, why don't you like them?"

Wu Zeqing said: "They are not chasing me, they are all friends. Let's have fun."

"You... don't plan to start a family?" Zhang Ye asked boldly.

Wu Zeqing looked at him and said, "Why do you ask me?"

Zhang Ye smiled sarcastically, "Hey, I'm just curious, curious."

She said casually: "Of course I have to start a family, but I haven't met the right one yet. Haha, what? Do you have a suitable one that you would like to introduce to my eldest sister?"

"Ahem, no." Zhang Ye said.

She said: "Okay, the flowers are ready."

Zhang Ye said: "...Yeah."

She walked ahead and said, "Come on, go upstairs and see your new chapter. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Okay." Zhang Ye followed, "If you still want to read it after reading it, I will continue writing. I will try to write six more chapters today."

upstairs.

Lao Wu's boudoir.

After Wu Zeqing came in, he turned on the computer, sat down, and started to connect to the Internet. Zhang Ye pulled up a chair and sat down, while the war between heaven and man was still going on in his heart.

Lao Wu first logged into Weibo, "It's really lively today."

Zhang Ye agreed at a glance. The Internet was full of confessions, couples proposing, secret crushes confessing, and even celebrities showing off their happiness and affection. There were also constant scandals. At least two public figures had been photographed by reporters on Valentine's Day and Date with a mystery woman or mystery man. Wu Zeqing's Weibo is also very lively. Although Lao Wu is not a public figure, so there are not many fans paying attention, so it is not conspicuous, but Zhang Ye is paying attention and sees several people on her Weibo using hidden words. The first poem expresses love, and he gets angry

One person identified on Weibo was Han Henian, a high-level mathematics teacher at Peking University, who actually also started writing. He copied a poem from somewhere and posted it on Weibo by Wu Zeqing.

I lean in front of the window and think about beauty.

The happy rain spreads over the beaded curtain.

Dance gracefully and gracefully.

Your smile is as beautiful as a flower fairy.

If the first words are combined together, I like you.

Of course, the common people didn't care about this. Everyone was paying attention to the celebrities, but Wu Zeqing's friends, colleagues, and students from Peking University all gathered around to watch.

A female student exclaimed, "Wow, Teacher Han confessed his love."

An associate professor from the Department of Physics of Peking University also smiled and sent his blessings, "I wish Xiao Han a beautiful girl, good luck."

Zhang Ye's colleague, Su Na from the Chinese Department, also came to join in the fun, "Hehe, Teacher Han is very brave. I give you a thumbs up. Principal Wu heard that he is going to be transferred. Come on."

Peking University students also shouted all kinds of things.

"Ah, Principal Wu is mine."

"Pfft, you've lost your moral integrity upstairs, you're so brave."

"Uh-huh, I like Principal Wu too. When I graduate and work, if Principal Wu is not married yet, I have to pursue him, even though I know that Principal Wu will definitely look down on me."

"Principal Wu Wu is my goddess."

"I have also had a crush on Principal Wu for three years."

"Principal Wu, I love you too"

"Come on, come on, at our age, it's impossible."

"Yes, to be honest, Teacher Han Henian, who is in advanced mathematics, matches up better with Principal Wu. At least they are in the same grade, and Teacher Han is quite handsome."

"I didn't expect that Teacher Han, a high-level mathematics teacher, would be so good at acrostic poetry."

"Together"

"Together"

"Be together"

Some male students were moaning and jealous, while others were blessing and making noises.

“Principal Wu is so popular”

"Yeah, look, there are so many people confessing their love."

There is a middle-aged man who is certified by Weibo as a member of the National Writers Association, and he also "tears love" to Wu Zeqing on Weibo. This person is quite famous, and he is engaged in literary research. He should be acquainted with Wu Zeqing, and they may have met at work. Intersection, recently divorced, with a child.

He sent a poem to Wu Zeqing:

Shuer opened her eyes.

The boy went to sleep in the house.

Lack of conscience.

The sunset remains beside the rabbit.

It's a hidden word again, and several sentences represent four words - we regret meeting each other too late.

The middle-aged man in this Writer's Association is quite reserved. At such an old age, he probably wouldn't be able to say something disgusting if he was asked to say "love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love." But the meaning of admiration is also self-evident.

As soon as these poems came out, some other people may have become anxious. Seeing that so many people were blatantly confessing their meager confessions in front of everyone, those people couldn't sit still and all came over. Because Lao Wu’s circle is here. She has done publicity and education. She is also in charge of the Chinese Department at Peking University and is a member of the Calligraphy Association. Of course, most of the people she knows and contacts are from this circle. These people are not No, it’s okay to write some poetry.

Poems fill the sky

A thread of love leads to a long life.

Longing eliminates sorrow.

Don't blame me for being infatuated.

I see you often in dreams.

If you and I were destined.

A thin line separates mountains and rivers.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom in March.

The fruits are the sweetest after autumn.

It's the same acrostic poem as before, one day without seeing it is like three autumns.

One after another, one after another, there were too many people confessing their love to Wu Zeqing, as if they were making noises, and they seemed to be competing to see who was better than the other, and who could win the favor of the beautiful woman.

"What's going on today?"

"Wow, are you all after Principal Wu?"

“I wonder who Principal Wu will choose?”

"expect."

"I'm too interested."

"Sister Wu, pick one, hee hee, you are already the boss."

The onlookers and Lao Wu's friends continued to pay attention.

Home.

Wu Zeqing smiled and shook his head.

Zhang Ye stared at her Weibo next to her and finished reading. He was so angry that he felt extremely irritable. Finally he couldn't help it anymore and said, "Sister Wu."

"Huh?" She tilted her head.

Zhang Ye hesitated, "Then what, let me, you..."

Wu Zeqing said gently: "If you have anything to say, just say it. What's the matter?"

Zhang Ye gritted his back molars, thinking that if he didn't speak again, he might never have a chance in his life. The difficulty of the dice has been reduced by five times. Give me strength. Zhang Ye took a deep breath and stopped hiding. , looked into Wu Zeqing’s eyes and said: “Don’t pay attention to them, just be my girlfriend.”

Depend on

Finally said it

After saying this, Zhang Ye became less nervous and looked serious.

But Wu Zeqing smiled, "You, like them, are just fooling around."

Zhang Ye blushed and said, "Hey, what do you mean by booing? I am very serious Sister Wu."

Wu Zeqing smiled, "I didn't see it."

Zhang Ye risked his life, "Just say whether you agree or not."

"You like me?" She looked into Zhang Ye's eyes.

Zhang Ye didn't hesitate at all, "Yes."

Wu Zeqing said calmly: "Eldest sister is leaving her post soon. She is going to the south this time. The work will definitely not be easy, and she may not be able to come back even once a year."

Zhang Ye immediately said: "I don't care if I see you or not, and I can also find you. It doesn't take long to fly back and forth. Besides, even if you don't come back for a year or five years, I can still wait. The distance is not Question, Sister Wu, I am really serious."

She asked, "Why do you like me?"

Zhang Ye said: "No reason, I just like it."

She asked again, "...How much do you like it?"

I thought of Wu Zeqing's gentleness and considerateness, her respect and unconditional support for me. It would be hard to find such a good girlfriend in eight lifetimes. Why do you like her? Do you still need to ask? Images of Old Wu's suitors writing poems and confessing their love flashed through his mind, and Zhang Ye's expression slowly calmed down.

like?

How much do I like you?

Zhang Ye looked at him and whispered a Zen poem that did not exist in this world:

"I would like to turn into a stone bridge."

"Withstand the wind of five hundred years."

"Five hundred years of sunshine."

"Five hundred years of rain."

"I just want you to walk across the bridge."

How much do you like it? Maybe that’s why I like it so much

As soon as Zhang Ye's world-famous "Stone Bridge Zen" came out, Wu Zeqing's eyes immediately changed and he was stunned.

Five hundred years of wind blowing?

Five hundred years of sunshine?

Five hundred years... rain?

Compared with the acrostic poems sent by those who pursue Lao Wu, Zhang Ye's "Stone Bridge Zen" is obviously countless levels higher than them. It is no longer on the same level. Not only is the content and literary quality They are not on the same level. Even in terms of the above and intensity, there is no way to compare them.

without any sweet words

No promises or oaths

But the emotion in this Zen poem is more powerful than any verbal expression. It takes an astonishing five hundred years of suffering, and only one person can go through it?

Wu Zeqing closed his eyes and opened them again, "Are you serious?"

Zhang Ye said: "There is no time to be more serious than today."

After a few seconds of silence, Wu Zeqing said, "Okay."

"Okay?" Zhang Ye was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Wu Zeqing smiled, "Don't you want to fall in love with the eldest sister? I agreed."