Moonshine & Valentine: His Excellency’s First Love

The lethality of love is immense.

No one imagined that this series of accidents would hit a girl hard. A layer of freckles grew on Pipi's face, and then his gums were inexplicably swollen. The pain was too painful to eat, and it didn't help to reduce inflammation. Then there is a sudden weight loss, hair loss, loss of appetite, and black eyes. Walking lightly, like a dancing kelp.

The news of a broken relationship spreads to friends and colleagues, and the family naturally knows it all. It’s not the right thing to do. The small family is just speculation about this kind of love. They have dreams but don’t have too much hope. They should refuel when the iron should be struck, and they should be paid when the fire is stopped. Comedy is a tragedy and let it go. . Pippi’s grandmother was very upset for her granddaughter for a while, and she wanted to chat with her a few more words, but she lightly blocked her back: "In fact, Jialin and I were good friends, just good friends." Jia Lin has always been my elder brother, a very iron one." "I have known about him and Tian Xin for a long time, so I don't want to tell you."

In order to prove that Jia Lin waved his hand and did not take away a cloud, Pippi even calmly answered Jia Lin's first call from Los Angeles in front of the whole family. And kindly asked the following questions:

A, Is the journey safe?

B, how is the jet lag?

C, what is the climate in California.

D. Is the diet used?

In the end, she solemnly wished Jia Lin and Tian Xin a happy marriage, an early birth, a long life, and a harmonious violin. She hung up the phone in a stunned family. For a child from a poor family to Peipi, her parents first marveled at Pippi's ability to withstand a blow, and then wondered if she had such a measure of whether she had a new love, and warned her not to fall in love easily at this time and repeat the same mistakes. Pippi said quickly, of course this is nothing! So the whole family was relieved, how comforting the child had matured overnight. Pippi took the opportunity to announce that his short-term goal is to complete the night school as soon as possible, and strive to become a journalist in the shortest possible time.

Ambition is just a cover, Pippi cat is in a trance and sorrow in the dormitory, becoming decadent day by day, and staying away from home for the whole month. She installed a network cable in her dormitory. The first thing she did when she came back from get off work was to visit the website of the Department of Economics of the University of California, where Jia Lin was located. See what classes are offered there. What does the professor look like? Guess which one will be Jialin's mentor. The website was updated quickly. Visiting scholars came, lectures were held, someone published a book, and they were advertised. Graduate students in the department also have their own forums. She quickly guessed that Jialin's vest was probably new, and she was not used to writing English. Jialin seldom posted or spoke. However, he often goes to a Chinese student forum called "Menghui Tang Dynasty". Almost no clues will be left in a few days. He discussed football and movies there, bought second-hand televisions and bicycles, and helped the local children's hospital raise donations.

The most outrageous thing Pippi did was to use Google Earth to find the house that Jia Lin rented. It was a small white bungalow near the school. Next to a wide golf course, a small river slowly passed by. Behind is the parking lot. Once Pippi even saw a few figures, one of which looked very much like Jialin.

At that moment, she burst into tears unknowingly, and then the more she thought about it, the more sad she cried all night. She scolded herself for being insecure and spent time on peeping at others, which was more shameful than a spy. On the other hand, she continued to use all the engines to search for Jialin, and got only so few irrelevant and painless news. But Google Jialin became a daily homework for Pippi, pointing and staying on the mouse, endless contact points, and one night passed.

This is the funny thing about things. In fact, Pippi doesn't have to work so hard.

Jialin sends an email to Pippi every other month to greet her family and mention a few words about her current situation. For example, I am learning to drive, such as participating in the basketball team of the Student Union, such as taking A in every class, such as learning to grill ribs, blah, blah, blah. He would say sorry at the end of each email, never mentioning Tian Xin or giving more explanation. Pippi never replied, never took the initiative to call.

This world does not allow Pippi to fall so quickly.

Just the second week after she bid farewell to Helan Jingting, the newspaper had a big event. A temporary reporter used the change of position to ask for money and valuable gifts from the interviewing unit and was exposed by the media. The president was furious. In order to prevent the incident from happening again, he decisively cancelled the interview rights of the temporary reporter. Pippi's press card was revoked in such a grand manner. Wei Qingtan had to go out to meet Helan Jingting in person. However, she was received by a famous local lawyer. The lawyer politely and solemnly reiterated Mr. He Lan's willingness to refuse the interview. Although unwilling to do so, the matter was left over.

The hit Pippi had to ask Wei Qingtan his way out.

"Frankly speaking, there is indeed a precedent for temporary journalists to become regular, but it was a few years ago. At that time, the newspaper office was short of manpower, and there were a group of very active young people in the local propaganda department. Although they did not have a press card, they lacked professional training. However, they have close ties with the grassroots, so they have written many excellent reports. The newspaper hired them as temporary reporters, and many people quickly turned upright." Wei Qingtan looked at Pippi’s earnest gaze and sighed. "However, the situation is different now. There is an oversupply of journalism graduates, and even the place is full. Who would come to rare a casual journalist without a strong diploma?

"If you really want to be a reporter, there is only one way," she said at last, "postgraduate. Correct your background."

C City University has a first-class journalism school in the country, and the intensity of competition is also first-class in the country. In order to qualify for the exam, Pippi needs to have a diploma in journalism. She finally achieved this before signing up. According to the enrollment syllabus, she bought all the required exam books, and also spent a thousand yuan on various tutoring materials and exercises. She participated in two pre-exam classes and endorsed practice questions around the clock. Before the exam, she refused to think about the following facts:

——There were only 23 places for graduate students in the Department of Journalism of C University that year. Fifteen of them are recommended students. Only eight people need to be admitted to the exam. The number of applicants exceeded 300, and many of them were graduates and journalists sent by the local press for further studies.

Therefore, for the first time to participate in the postgraduate entrance examination, although all subjects have passed the score line, some subjects have greatly exceeded the average value, and Pippi still failed.

It's a glorious defeat. Pippi was shocked by his own score. She admitted that this year she got up at five o'clock every day to memorize vocabulary, except for eating and reading. In order to test politics well, she read the newspaper carefully, and reviewed the news of the day before going to bed. She has an unprecedented understanding of world economy and politics, and has a theoretical grasp of news, communication, advertising, public opinion, and the Internet. She used 500% of her energy to prepare for the exam. Although she did not pass the exam, she left an impression on the professors. An old professor kindly encouraged her to say that if she keeps on doing her best, there will be great hope next time.

This year Pippi was very tired and very fulfilling. The exam made her temporarily forget a lot of things. After the exam, she decided to relax, bought two tickets for the NK concert, and asked Pepe to watch the show together. In order to meet the famous rock star, Pipit found out all his albums, hoping that Peppa could use his authority to get her an autograph.

Unexpectedly, when she was leaving, Pei Pei was delayed by a temporary interview in the station, and couldn't make it. Pippi was busy calling Xin Xiaoju, who was completely uninterested in rock and roll, but was told that there were other arrangements for the evening.

She had to rush to the C City Gymnasium half an hour early and refunded a ticket. The ticket buyer persevered in bargaining with her, and she sold it for nothing.

While sighing, he looked up and saw a long-lost person.

Helan Jingting.

It's not that there is a sharp heart, but in common sense, men seem to wear sunglasses when and only when there is the sun. If a man wears sunglasses when there is no sunlight, it can only show that he is one of the following cases of course:

One, he has mental problems and is a fool.

Second, he has vision problems and does not want others to see his eyes.

Third, he is lazy, too lazy to change the lens on the bridge of his nose.

Fourth, he loves cartoons and mistakes cartoons for fashion.

So Pippi just casually looked into the crowd, and found Helan Jingting standing under a pine tree with his head down and calling. His left arm was cast in a cast, and the arm strap was hanging, looking a bit miserable. In early spring and February, it was warm and breezy, and he was wearing a brown trench coat. The upper body is a soft and clean knitted sweater with gray and blue stripes and a dark red cotton scarf. The bottom of the body is a pair of white washed jeans, very loose, very casual, and very leisurely. Pippi felt that if men could also be described by the word "amorous feelings", Helan Jingting would be it. He stood there calmly, neither glamorous nor dazzling, all the passing women couldn't help but look back at him.

But this did not change the basic impression of Helan Jingting in her mind. That is, he is a big plush fox, and an old fox with a beard. The wolf and the dog are his kind. No matter how handsome and lovely and charming, he is only interested in Pippi's liver.

The red bead on her wrist seemed to be beating, although she was a hundred meters away, Pippi felt that Helan Jingting must have spotted her. But there was nothing wrong with his face, he was still talking on the phone intently, his plastered hand was not idle, he was holding a cup of coffee.

Looking at it, Pippi suddenly felt that he should go over and say hello. After all, Helan Jingting was an acquaintance. After all, he once saved her. No matter what kind of beast he belongs to, after all, he has never touched Pippi.

She even felt a little sympathy for him. In a huge world, for a long time, he lived so alone in a world that did not belong to him at all, enduring loneliness and darkness. It is not easy to be a man or a demon.

There is a quarter of an hour before the concert, Pippi thought, saying hello in the past will not delay her, so he walked straight over and patted him carelessly on the shoulder: "Hi."

"Hi." Helan Jingting hung up the phone.

"Hands hurt? Wrestling or car accident?" she asked.

"Broken fracture, almost healed." He said flatly, frowning at her slightly, "I'm a bit unlucky lately."

"I don't remember you still like coffee."

"It's filled with ice water." He smiled and raised the cup in his hand to her, "Isn't it cool?"

Pippi laughed: "It's so cool."

Helan Jingting pressed the phone a few times, changed the signal to vibration, and then asked casually: "How are you doing recently?"

Obviously he was just greeting, but Pippi took it seriously, standing there happily talking about his postgraduate entrance examination, and talked for ten minutes. Helan Jingting was not annoying, showing interest, and asked her various questions from time to time. Finally he said: "So you came here today to relax."

Pippi nodded and asked, "What about you? What are you doing here? Are you also here to relax?"

"I'm here to practice."

"Xiu... practice?" Pippi looked at him in surprise, lowering his voice, "Helan Jingting, don't you want to do something illegal here, right?"

"Oh, it's not what you think." He explained quickly, "I just like to practice vomiting in crowded places. The ideal occasion is a large-scale ball game, with a good atmosphere, many men, and strong yang. The singing of a rock star Meetings, school cafeterias, train stations or subway stations are the second choice. I occasionally go to restaurants or discos."

"Can you not be so honest with me?" Pippi couldn't help but plug her ears.

"Honesty is a good quality."

"But when you are cultivating, will it bother...or harm the health of others?"

"Not when there are many people. I'm very careful, I'm a law-abiding fox."

Pippi chuckled and laughed: "Then you can practice hard. I'll leave first."

"Wait, there happens to be an empty seat next to me, would you like to watch it with me?" Helan Jingting said suddenly.

"I don't want to." Pippi shook his head and pointed to his head. "I want to take an exam. Recently, I really need a complete brain."

"Okay, don't bother you, goodbye." He waved his hand smartly.

It seems necessary to chat with people. Just a few words, Pippi's mood suddenly became very light.

When she reached the ticket gate, she looked back at Helan Jingting, but was startled.

He has been standing still. Then he took out the blind stick from his pocket, recognized the direction, and walked slowly toward the ticket gate.

The gate of the gymnasium was full of people, and Helan Jingting walked cautiously even with a blind stick. He didn't want to bump into someone, but there were many people squeezing around him, his always confident face showed an expression of impatientness.

For some reason, seeing such a scene, a sharp pain flashed across Pippi's heart. She clearly remembered that after sunset, Helan Jingting could see things. Now it is obviously night, and the sun has long gone, why can't he see it? Although he has a keen sense of smell and strong hearing, can he get lost in this place where the human voice is boiling and the breath is chaotic?

Thinking of this, she suddenly turned around, pushed aside the crowd and came to Helan Jingting's side, took his hand in one hand, and whispered: "Helan, come here. There are few people here."

He was taken aback and stopped.

"It's night now, why can't you see?" she asked softly.

Helan Jingting raised his head with a smile but a little teasing: "Pippi, is your sympathy a little too strong?"

"Is your hand seriously injured? Is it severe enough to affect your vision?" she continued.

"Do you care about this?" He raised his brow and abruptly let go of her hand.

"Of course I care!" She said loudly, "I recognize you no matter what. If you are injured, I have to take care of you, right, Helan Jingting?"

"Since you want to control me, why not breathe to the end." Helan Jingting smiled even more strangely, "You marry me, okay?"

"Bah!" She kicked him, "I call you silly."

She was very angry, and subconsciously pressed his injured arm, and he gritted his teeth in pain. She quickly released her hand: "Tell me, how did you get hurt? Did you fight with someone?"

He answered the question: "Do you still watch the concert? It has already started."

"how do you know?"

"I have good hearing."

"Then don't fudge." She muttered, holding his hand, and leading him into the outdoor stadium.

Unexpectedly, the rich Helan Jingting's ticket was actually worse than Pippi's, in the last row. Most of the people who entered the venue have already entered. The two of them shuttled through the crowd, walking up one step at a time, finding a seat to sit down. Pippi felt like she was sitting in the middle of the air, wishing to bring an oxygen cylinder. Looking down, the stage is only as big as a slap, and the people inside have become points as big as pushpins. Fortunately, the hall is equipped with advanced speakers and there is a huge screen on the stage. The lead singer of the band NK is a **** boy named "Agui", with a deep and delicate voice and a strong classical accent. All women under the age of forty were fascinated by him, and Pippi was no exception. Agui’s first song was only halfway through, and she screamed with the fans below, "Agui, Agui, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice!" She called and danced the scarf in her hand. , Singing and dancing, looks like an enthusiast fan.

The second song "Suzaku Street" is a slow song, which is sung by Agui alone holding the guitar. This is his famous work, full of affectionate, full of sang, like his voice, pure and sad, high pitch to the extreme, a slight turn, stumbling down, it is really lingering with three sighs, heart-wrenching Ironing stickers for lungs. Pippi never tire of listening, and has set a record of listening to it eighty-five times in the night. Good music, better words:

Meili neon clothes streamers, too liquid song flying peach blossoms. Expose the swing stand.

On the Silk Road End, the wind and the cold clothes are chaotic, the red thread in the blue night shadow is cotton, and the delicate hands are like clouds.

Yiyu Hongshu slanted the side, listening to Hu Qi.

The sound of night leakage reminds Shuanghua, a little hoof bell to step on the dream, the return of the dream, the moon in Chang'an.

Under the moon in Chang'an, who is it?

But Helan Jingting in the crowd sat very quietly. He took off his glasses, his eyes that had always been half-closed completely opened, and he stared straight ahead with concentration and indifferent expression. From beginning to end, he was motionless and silent for two hours. He just didn't see Ren Guan Pippi jumping and screaming beside him.

At the end of the concert, Pippi took the CD out of her bag and squeezed it to the front row, stretched out her long hand, and asked for a signature. But no matter how she squeezed, she was blocked by those in the front row. One of the fans gave her a rude gesture, just pushing her out of Agui's reach.

Pippi walked back to his seat in surprise, panting and sighing. Helan Jingting stood up and said, "Did you not get your signature?"

"No. There are too many people to squeeze in."

He smiled faintly: "Knowing this, what else can you join in the fun."

"I am a returning fan! I like his "Suzaku Street" the most, and I also like the phrase in the new album, "A little bit of love, a little bit of love, I ask if you are there all the way."

Helan Jingting laughed: "Don't you think that sentence is numb?"

Pipi said miserably: "What I want is the numbness."

The singer has left the stage, and the audience gradually dispersed. Pippi was in a good mood, holding Helan Jingting's hand, leading him out of the door all the way. He asked him very concerned: "Do you need me to hire a rental car for you?"

"No, I have to meet a friend, just take a walk back by myself."

"But, it's far from where you live."

"Then will you accompany me for a while?"

"Aren't you going to see friends?"

"It was he who wanted to see me, so he just said a few words."

Pippi thought in his heart, do good things to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and she has nothing else to do tonight: "Okay."

She still held his hand and walked slowly along the street. Quietly walking through a night market, there are a lot of pedestrians on the road, and the small shops on the street are yelling from time to time. Helan Jingting's hands were warm, and her fingertips were a bit hard, and the lines on it could be felt by touching it carefully. The breath of deep mountain wood fern still floated on his body, and the closer he got, the more clearly it was audible.

"Does your friend say where to see you?" After walking for about fifteen minutes, Helan Jingting didn't mean to stop, nor did he receive any phone calls. He seemed to walk forward aimlessly.

Helan Jingting said: "He is here, right behind us."

Sure enough, a black stretched car stopped not far from them and walked out a young man wearing sunglasses.

Pippi was stunned and rubbed his eyes, making sure that he was seeing the right person.

It's that Agui. The resplendent Agui, the shining Agui. Pippi's heartbeat speeded up and his complexion was flushed.

Instead of wearing shiny costumes, he changed into a gray pullover, and walked around, just like a young man on the street. Pippi had never seen him up close, but there was a huge portrait of Agui on every CD, and it was impossible for her to admit it wrong.

"Hi, Agui." Helan Jingting stepped forward and said hello.

"Mr."

Pippi thought Agui's tone was strange. He is famous for his rebellion in the music scene, and his rock lyrics are full of vulgar words. When he meets Helan Jingting, he looks respectful like a student when he meets a teacher.

"This is Miss Guan." Helan Jingting introduced.

"Miss Guan, hello." Agui smiled to Pippi, his smile very shy.

"The little girl wants your signature. Is it convenient now?" Helan Jingting said.

"Of course," he asked graciously, taking out his pen, "Miss, where do you need my signature?"

Pippi stood there, looking at him idiotically, and after a long while he recovered, he hurriedly took out the pre-prepared CD from his bag and handed it over. With a stroke of a big pen, Agui signed each CD and wrote a long blessing.

Pippi was so excited that his legs were weak, and watching him finish signing, he took out the camera, and said with great precision:

"Brother Agui, then...Excuse me...Can I take a photo with you?"

"no problem."

She pulled a passerby to take photos of them, khaka ka, took three pictures in a row from different angles.

"Congratulations, the concert was a success." Helan Jingting said.

"Thanks." Agui bowed his head and whispered: "Sir, do you need me to take you home?"

"No need to."

"The next concert is in Beijing, sir, are you free to come?"

"Um... I'm afraid I can't go."

Agui did not insist, just said: "Sir, Agui needs your blessing."

Helan Jingting stretched out his hand and touched his head: "I wish you all the best."

"Sir, do you have any more orders?"

"No more."

"Then Agui is leaving."

"Please wait," Pippi said quickly, "Agui brother, can I ask one last question?"

Agui looked at her and said softly: "Please speak."

"'Suzaku Street" is so beautiful and so beautiful. Where did you get your inspiration?"

Agui thought for a while and said, "That's an old piece."

"Oh?"

"Maybe you have to ask the people around you." Agui said, "he wrote the words and music."

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