Chapter 141
During her teenage years, Zhu Yanshu had many idols. When she was young, she was good at appreciating and discovering the beauty of men and women.
However, as time passed and she grew older, perhaps she saw the truth of the world, perhaps she realized the real human heart, the idols of her teenage years gradually faded, except for her family, she had not truly admired anyone for a long time, neither men nor women.
Zhang Ma always thought she was too kind, but she felt that her heart had become cold and heartless.
At least when she was a teenager, she could help others with a selfless heart. Now, when she helps others, she always calculates how much benefit she can get.
She no longer does useless things, every bit of kindness has a price.
When she looked squarely at the man, Dai Yushu, she realized that he was a young man of a young age. The smile on his face was undoubtedly that of a teenager, full of innocence.
But the peculiar thing was that his past was obviously full of thorns. Born a slave, he had studied abroad as a teenager, and upon his return, he had devoted himself to education.
She never believed that there was a real god in the ivory tower, but there were people like Yang Xuhe, weren’t there? Money can buy love, but not purity. Not to mention the lack of money.
There are always people who think that poverty is the only way to make people pure, but as long as they have seen a poor person, he will never be able to say this.
For example, Yang Yuchan, even if it was her own daughter, she would laugh at her. She thought of her pure love, progressive youth, and now that youth after seeing the real life, can still dare to discuss with her what cause? What love?
Love is just a matter of one person saying it and one person believing it. If the one who says it doesn’t believe it, and the one who believes it only pretends to believe it, then it can’t be called love, it’s just a scam.
Only if the one who says it truly believes it, and the one who believes it truly believes it, and both of them dream the same dream, then perhaps it can be called □□ love.
Love is to put one’s own dream on others.
She and Yang Yucan’s love failed, because the person they dreamed with did not dream the same dream.
Rather, it was her youngest daughter, Yan Yan, whose love might succeed.
She could see that Su Chunjun, a man with scales all over his body, had placed his dream of a good and happy family on Yan Yan. He didn’t want Yan Yan to join him in his life, but rather he wanted to be in Yan Yan’s life so that he could enjoy her life with her and feel happy.
Yan Yan’s dream was quite simple, it was that her family, lover and friends would always be together and live happily ever after. That’s why she is so hostile to Ma Tianbao, because she feels that Ma Tianbao will destroy the integrity of the family, and that without Yang Yuchan, the family will no longer be complete.
She is still in her ignorance, and although she does not understand, she makes efforts to protect her dream and shows her wisdom and skill.
As it happened, she and Su Chunjun had the same dream.
Zhu Yanshu smiled at Professor Dai, turned around and left.
She was no longer a teenage girl. Now, she had two daughters, a family, and a career that was waiting to be launched.
Dreaming with a man was no longer something she desperately needed.
One’s energy was limited. Love, it was too troublesome.
Next, Zhu Yanshu concentrated on making lesson plans and preparing for her first lecture, losing touch with Professor Dai several times, and although they lived under the same roof, they left early and returned late, not running into each other for days.
Prof. Dai and Shi Wuwei worked hard for three days and finally moved all the books in Zhu’s building.
Su Chunjun also found a spare moment on the fourth day to rush to the school, and he brought many gifts for Second Miss Yang and the others.
Yang Yuyan’s life was very fulfilling as she was taught daily by the Acting Professor at the Little Red House. She stood on the grass under the porch outside the door to memorize her books, and when she saw Su Chunjun pushing a bicycle over, she immediately ran over to him.
Yang Yuyan shouted, “You’re here! You’re here!”
Su Chunjun hurriedly put the bicycle on the ground, took two steps forward to meet him, and embraced Second Miss Yang in his arms, like a giant that had lost its heart finally putting it back inside its chest.
In the study on the third floor, Zhu Yanshu heard Yang Yuyan’s shout and stretched his head out to look, just in time to see this scene, tsked and retreated back inside. In the past few days, Second Miss Yang lost her mind, everyone knows that she is suffering from lovesickness, today the Cowherd will weave, it is better for her not to be the Queen Mother.
Yang Yucan, who is also on the third floor, and Zhang Ma, who is on the first floor, heard the commotion and came out to have a look, but they all retreated back sweetly.
Su Chunjun had to embrace his fiancée Miss Yang for five minutes in broad daylight, in broad daylight, with no one around.
At the end of the day, he was too weak to hug her again for fear of making a fool of himself. He let go of his hand, Miss Yang still does not know how to die, two fine white arms hanging on his neck refused to come down, face pasted on his chest, humming: “Why did you just come! Did you forget about me?”
Su Chunjun had to hug him back, but this time he didn’t dare to use any more force, and begged for forgiveness in a low voice: “Heaven and earth are kind, how could I forget you? I think about you all the time!”
Second Miss Yang, who was born knowing how to torture men, said with her eyebrows raised: “I don’t believe it, it’s already the fourth day today, and you’re just here!”
Su Chunjun couldn’t defend himself against the fact that she was holding on to the matter of “four days”.
If he were a stupid man, he would have said, “I have to work, and my work is naturally more important than you”.
The company has a lot of people who are interested in the company’s products and services, but it is not a stupid man. In addition, in his eyes, no matter whether it is the matter of the Finance Bureau or the mayor and the Japanese, are not as important as a hair of Miss Yang’s head. If there is a man who thinks that colleagues and heavy work are more important than kissing the woman he loves, then he is not a man.
The way to get along with husband and wife is that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Miss Yang’s strong argument, Mr. Su accepts it as it is, and enjoys it as much as he enjoys it, which is a good pair of couples, the joy of which is not known to outsiders.
If this were in the house, Su Chunjun would dare to kneel down and hug Miss Yang’s legs and swear. The pleasure of the boudoir is greater than that of the eyebrow painting.
Unfortunately, outside, Su Chunjun could only swear again and again, “I swear! I really think of you every moment, my heart is all about you.”
Yang Yuyan naturally will not let him off so easily, looking askance, crosswise autumn waves, small mouth toot high, cold humming: “Men swear are like farts, can not be believed. Who knows if you will socialize outside, will there be any song lady, dance lady ……” said, her eyes red.
This is the second young miss Yang deeply planted in the heart of the real concern.
Now this world is a time when you can openly take concubines and set up a small public house, a time when men have no inhibitions, a time when new and old ideas are impacting, and a time of chaos and disorganization.
Su Chunjun is now in the quagmire, even if she believes in his integrity, but also can not 100% guarantee that he will not “play games”, or really love a woman more suitable for him.
Love, is so suffer from the loss.
The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her, and I was so happy to see her.
Yang Yuyan: “If you do something like that, I’ll break up with you! I’ll leave you, so you’ll never see me again!”
Su Chunjun cupped her face, and a string of beaded tears slid down just right, landing on his hand.
He went to wipe them, but the more he wiped the tears, the more they grew.
“I won’t.” His forehead moved closer, “I swear.”
At this time, it was clear that the timing, location and people were all ready, but there was always a chance in the world.
Although Yang Yucan put the second lady Yang and Su Chunjun a description of love, but has been staring with eyes, see Su Chunjun hug up endless, immediately downstairs shouting Shi Wuwei to call people.
Shi Wuwei unknown to be the gun, went out and stood far away and shouted: “Pure Jun, you come in.”
A short while later, Su Chunjun appeared from the end of the path, holding Miss Yang Er and pushing his bicycle with one hand.
Seeing that he had a lot of things in his hands and a lot of things hanging from his bike, Shi Wuwei hurried over and held the bike for him, saying, “I wondered why you never came over, bringing so many things.”
Su Chunjun glared at this Chengbian and said coldly, “Ah, this is what I brought for others.”
Only after entering the house did Yang Yucan pretend to have just come down the stairs and said, “Mr. Su, you’re here?”
Su Chunjun was still polite to his sister-in-law, nodded and said, “Hello big sister, I was a bit busy the past few days so I didn’t come over, I just had time today so I rushed over.”
Second Miss Yang, still angry, shook off his hand, snorted coldly, and sat down on the sofa.
Su Chunjun immediately followed him over, sitting close to the person on the arm of the sofa chair and said, “I brought you a lot of things, all of which you can use.”
He went and pushed the bicycle onto the porch, unzipped the bags and gift boxes on it, and brought them in, laying them out for Miss Yang to see, including Chinese snacks, Western snacks, chocolates, milk candies, books, magazines, pictorials, clothes, fabrics, shoes, handbags, and the bicycle.
All were gifts for Ms. Yang.
The only other gift for the others was a foreign language newspaper for Prof. Dai, which he brought from the mayor, and which no one would read at the mayor’s house anyway, so he took a look at it and put it away because he found it interesting.
There was also a snuff bottle for Zhu Yanshu, filled with good snuff. This is also someone else’s filial piety to him, he can’t use himself, Miss Yang also can’t use, so he gave Zhu Yanshu.
No one else got a gift.
Shi Wuwei looked at Su Chunjun in front of Miss Yang, feet full of gifts, in order to seek Miss Yang, open-mouthed, he quietly asked Yang Yucan: “love are like this talk?”
Yang Yucan naturally could not criticize her own family, but she could not say that this was the norm, so she could only say vaguely, “They have a good relationship.”
Shi Wuwei thought that if affection was measured in terms of gifts, then Su Chunjun’s affection for Yang Yuyan was really quite a lot.
Seeing so much affection gave him a sense of alarm, and he had to steer clear of it for a while and go elsewhere to quiet his mind.
He used to think that the most difficult love was writing love poems, he had no idea about poems, he couldn’t even write a limerick.
Never in a million years had he realized that love required so many gifts, which made it even more frightening.