God said, He is too lonely, I will give him a wife - Genesis.

That night, Professor Ye sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, and Shen Xuejiao sat over and talked about homework.

As we chatted, the topic turned to Ye Qingfeng.

"Godmom, if Qingfeng fell in love with a girl, but she was not a returnee, would you really object?"

"What am I against?" Professor Ye was smart, she said, "Who he is with is his business, I believe in my son's vision!"

Shen Xuejiao was delighted, "But, you said that the Ye family's daughter-in-law must be a doctorate from overseas..."

Professor Ye sighed quietly and said, "Yes, I made the request. You may not know. In the third year of junior high school, a girl was very obsessed with him and wrote letters to him every day. Later, the girl's parents found out and ran to our house to make trouble. He insisted that Qingfeng hooked up with their daughter, so Qingfeng broke the girl's thoughts, but the result..."

"What's the result?"

Professor Ye said with lingering fear, "After Qingfeng rejected the girl, the girl was very sad, so she tricked Qingfeng to the rooftop and wanted to pull my son to die together. Qingfeng was very lucky and broke one leg. Unfortunately, the girl was unable to rescue her, so I set this condition. In this way, when he met a girl he didn't like, he could move out and refuse the party. Is this reasonable? The girls who were rejected by him had resentment and could only come to me, and they would think that I was arrogant, mean, stubborn, old antique, and harsh, but I would not blame my son, nor would it affect his interpersonal relationships!"

Shen Xuejiao was creepy when she heard this, and at the same time she was in awe of her mother.

How many mothers in the world can do Professor Ye to consider his son everywhere?

"Godmom, if I get married one day, are you willing to let it go?" Shen Xuejiao whispered, carefully observing Professor Ye's face.

Professor Ye’s answer was yes, “Of course I can’t bear it!”

"Then...will I be your daughter-in-law?" Shen Xuejiao said reservedly.

"You, why are you laughing..."

Professor Ye looked at her with warm eyes, "Finally I can't hold it in my hands?"

"Godmom, why are you so annoying..."

Professor Ye simply opened his eyes and said, "What's so sorry about this? Men are married when they are old and women are married when they are old. When someone told me about you, I asked Qingfeng. He said you didn't have an early love relationship, but he did not deny that he liked you. I also think that you are spiritual and liked by others. You can be a companion with Qingfeng, so you recognize you as your goddaughter. You have to have this fate, and I'm not too happy yet!"

"Godmom, don't make me happy. He is so perfect, he likes him so many girls, and he doesn't seem to think of me..."

Speaking of this, Shen Xuejiao slowly lowered her head, always feeling empty in her heart.

When did this humbleness begin?

Professor Ye took her beside him and sighed softly, "Silly girl, how can there be a perfect person in this world?

Qingfeng is my son, I know the best of his virtues.

You see, he is sunny and cheerful on weekdays, but he may not be as passionate as fire. I taught him logic, guided him to think about human philosophy, and tried my best to cultivate him into a divine person, but such a person is actually pessimistic.

When they encounter painful things, they will think about the root of the pain. As a result, they find that the world is originally painful, and they can only be forced to be helpless.

Can you imagine it?

An ordinary man lives in the divine dimension in the space and time of the divine dimension, and the information he receives is asymmetric. If we compare our life to a movie, everyone follows the order of viewing from birth to death, only my progress bar is chaotic.

Just imagine,

When one day I wake up

When I came back in the future, we would call him the first personality. He did not have this memory of us and suddenly had a girlfriend.

I know myself too much, he will not accept it.

What will he do then?

What do you want to do..."

Ye Qingfeng couldn't continue to say anything.

He choked up.

This was the first time Shen Xuejiao saw him crying, crying for her.

Only when a boy feels sorry for someone with all his strength can he have such helplessness, such sorrow and such tears.

Shen Xuejiao was stunned, her happy eyes no longer so firm.

She also realized that it took her a total of 632 days from acquaintance to falling in love with Ye Qingfeng in this time and space, which was a relationship fermented from an accident.

It is precisely because of the little bits and tenderness of these 632 days that Ye Qingfeng is willing to accept this relationship and accept her girlfriend who is carrying the original sin of "gluttony".

But what about Ye Qingfeng in the future?

What about the first personality who traveled over to save her from the future?

Will he like her, too?

Does he have these wonderful memories?

Not necessarily!

Although Ye Qingfeng in the two time and space has the same personality traits,

even,

Even their personality, family, knowledge, and education are the same...

But after all, in another time and space, Shen Xuejiao died in that accident and had no future.

In other words, she is just a ghost to Ye Qingfeng's first personality.

A poor ghost who needs to be redeemed.

Alas, how sad!

Shen Xuejiao felt a chill, so she asked again, "What should you do? He is back, where will you go?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a more distant future. May I realize that I can cut off all the laws in the world, and cut off all the pain in the world!" Ye Qingfeng raised his eyes and stared at a framed poem on the wall, with a very sad smile.

Shen Xuejiao looked along his gaze and this was a work written by Ye Qingfeng last year.

The poem has more prominent characteristics in terms of content and imagery, and its rhetoric is gorgeous and beautiful. The text exudes a lonely and desperate mood that transcends reality. The refreshing aura of arrogance is like a beam of wheat shining with golden light. Every time you read it, it will hurt her long-dried pupils.

She was still very surprised at that time, how could Ye Qingfeng write such a thing?

Later, Professor Ye took this poem to the competition, and actually received high praise in the field of literature. He was unanimously considered an excellent work of the Misty Poetry School. However, because his style does not conform to the positive energy of "praising the new era", he only won the "Special Award for the May 4th Literature Grand Prix at the 16th Art Festival of Normal University".

【Title: The broken hand platform in the blue sky

In the blue sky, I saw the bell after the last sunrise and Nirvana,

My soul is exiled to the world, from barbarians to vicissitudes of life, the sorrow that is not dreaming,

Manzhu Warsaw gives me the tenderness of the demon, and gives me an unreal fantasy,

I pursued the other side where her vague figure reached, even if it was clear, it was an illusion.

In the blue sky, I let the enchanting seven evil flowers stop on my body.

Carrying a full body of sin, cutting the cage of imprisonment, and being mad at will,

Who can break free from this perfect shackles and play a gorgeous music that tramples on everything?

The blue sky, the aura of sadness floats with the black undead,

The pupa standing on the waves is waiting for the opportunity to break out of the cocoon,

I have no support,

Maybe dead,

Are you still waiting for that distance?

The blue sky, mixed with the fire of darkness, sets up a long sword,

The sword light shining like stars cut off my left hand to heaven,

Fighting each other in dreams, getting eternal scars,

The broken left hand cannot bear the so-called world, but hissing is as quiet as death.

The blue sky, with the sorrow and liberation given to me by the god of death, sleeping in the deep black mist,

After everything begins and ends,

Life and death overlap,

The end point overlaps the starting point,

All the ultimate nirvana is like a mirror reflection, walking to the hellish paradise together,

The withered rose still sticks to its black faith,

The deep night still ruthlessly swallowed my tired figure,

So grief,

Loneliness is so forgot about love,

The wandering soul is obviously exhausted, but the harm and pain are still unwilling to forgive.

Is the blue sky just a painful cycle?]

She once heard Professor Ye say that profound literature is an art and an image that humans can only understand but cannot understand. Among them, "pain literature" is the most precious.

That is a field that even women like Yeguo dare not easily reach, because people in this field are "painful" and those in pain are lonely.
To be continued...