After the college entrance examination, life began to follow one's heart

Chapter 91 Yu Xinyan: The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the evening, and you are for me every morning and every evening
Xu Lin, Lin Jingrou and Shang Wanjun, mother and daughter, went upstairs.

Many windows on the second floor were still open.

Shang Wanjun and the others went to buy rice dumplings, while Xu Lin bought fruit tea.

The two windows are right next to each other.

"Teacher, would you like some fruit tea?"

Xu Lin asked casually.

Shang Wanjun thought for a moment and said, "Let me try some and see if there's anything good to drink."

"I've only ever had Kumquat Lemon, and it tastes good."

"Then I'll have a kumquat lemon cup too."

"Where's Auntie?"

"She doesn't drink fruit tea or milk tea."

After hearing Shang Wanjun's words, Xu Lin still asked Lin Jingrou.

"I don't drink this kind of drink."

Lin Jingrou shook her head slightly, feeling that fruit tea and milk tea were unhealthy.

Shang Wanjun, who was standing by, said, "It's okay to drink occasionally."

Lin Jingrou didn't say anything. She looked up at the menu on the window.

"Xiao Xu, do you want to eat some glutinous rice balls?"

"Auntie, I'm welcome!"

"fine."

Lin Jingrou smiled. She was a beautiful woman with a gentle temperament. Shang Wanjun was a bit similar to her in temperament.

So Lin Jingrou ordered three servings of ginger glutinous rice balls, which was the only kind of glutinous rice balls available here.

Later, the kumquat lemonade ordered by Xu Lin was also ready, and he gave a cup to Shang Wanjun.

Less ice, three parts sugar.

Xu Lin also took a portion of dumplings, and then everyone went their separate ways.

Shang Wanjun and his mother Lin Jingrou headed towards the faculty dormitory.

Lin Jingrou said, "That little Xu just now was very handsome and polite. It would be better if he was a little older. He's a freshman, so he's only eighteen, right?"

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

"I thought you had to find a partner too, right?"

"I'm only twenty-two."

Shang Wanjun drank the kumquat lemon drink bought by Xu Lin without changing his expression.

"But you've already graduated with a master's degree, and you said you were going to get a doctorate next year. It's not wrong to find a partner."

Lin Jingrou was also a little worried about her daughter's partner-finding problem. Her daughter was not a proud girl, but she was very picky. She also said that she wanted to find someone with common hobbies and a common language, the so-called soulmate. Lin Jingrou was in her early forties, so how could she not know that this was a fantasy?

Who in this world can connect with their daughter's train of thought?

Lin Jingrou is a university teacher, but not at a key university. Instead, she is an associate professor at a first-class university in Jiangdu.

Her daughter has loved reading since she was young. Later, she became interested in Chinese studies and started to entertain herself. At first, Lin Jingrou didn't think there was anything wrong. As an associate professor at a university, and specializing in Chinese, she thought reading was very beneficial. But gradually she found something wrong. Her daughter seemed to have become a literary youth. She felt that the whole world could not understand her. It was only in the past few years that she gradually restrained herself.

Shang Wanjun said calmly, "Let's talk about finding a partner later. Besides, it's not necessary to find a partner. People don't have to have a partner. In this world, we also have many meaningful things to do. Are people born into this world just to reproduce? I've thought about this question, and I don't think so."

"Ugh."

Lin Jingrou felt a little helpless, not knowing which link went wrong.

Soon, the mother and daughter returned to the dormitory.

This was the first time Lin Jingrou came to her daughter's dormitory. She looked around the dormitory and then her eyes fell on Shang Wanjun's bookshelf.

"How do you read Buddhist scriptures?"

Lin Jingrou was a little scared, wondering if her daughter would become disillusioned with the world.
She had a friend of a friend, a female PhD student. She didn't know what happened to her suddenly, but she ended up leaving her family and becoming a nun.

Lin Jingrou was afraid that her daughter would be like this.

Shang Wanjun placed the kumquat lemon on the table and said, "Our ancient Chinese culture is mainly based on Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. I think some of the ideas in Buddhist scriptures are quite meaningful. For example, the Diamond Sutra says: All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning. It means that everything in the world is illusory, so there is no need to be too attached."

Lin Jingrou quickly said, "This kind of thinking is too negative. Life is essentially meaningless. People are born, grow old, get sick, and die. Things have a cycle of growth, growth, decay, and destruction. Everything will decay and eventually disappear. But what's important is that we get to experience this important journey of life, meet people, do things, and experience the ups and downs of life. From a macro perspective, life has no meaning, because compared to the long river of history, an individual can't even make a splash. But from a micro perspective, life is full of meaning, just like when Mom came to see you today and saw that you were healthy, it meant a lot to her. So I think Buddhist ideas are a bit negative. Don't read them like that."

……

On the other side, Xu Lin also returned to the dormitory.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He took two sips of kumquat lemon and then turned on the computer.

Now he is serializing a novel and needs to update it.

Xu Lin spent an hour turning on the tentacle monster mode and wrote out 10,000 words, divided it into four chapters, and posted it directly.

There was no need for any revisions, at most the writer would just correct some typos in the background.

Get it done.

He looked at the results.

Ends at 9:22 pm on September 10nd.

Collection: 112103.

Monthly ticket: 32,000.

Xu Lin posted four chapters.

He waited about ten minutes, and then the comment section started to explode.

He used a more literary style in this book, and in terms of writing style, as some people say: great skill appears clumsy, and the great way is simplicity.

The most valuable truth is the most plain and simple, not complicated at all.

Simple yet ingenious: seemingly plain and unpretentious, but actually contains great mysteries.

This level of writing skills is not something that ordinary writers can achieve.

For example, there's a line from a high school text, "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi": "There's a loquat tree in the yard, planted by my wife in the year she died. Now it's tall and majestic, like a canopy." When we studied this text in high school, as young boys and girls, we couldn't possibly understand the weight of this sentence. But years later, when we suddenly see it, at a certain point in time, we've experienced something, perhaps seeing something left behind by our first love, and suddenly remembering those days. In that moment, we're lost in thought, triggering an emotional resonance, and we might even sigh: "Gambling on books has dissipated the fragrance of tea, and at the time, we thought it was nothing special."

This is the power of words.

Xu Lin glanced at the comments.

"Big sister writes so well! After just a few chapters, she completely comes alive, as if she's right in front of me!"

"Which big guy came here to write this book? The writing style is amazing!"

"It looks like there's going to be a big fire!"

"It's already popular!"

Xu Lin flipped through it briefly but didn't read it any further.

"I wonder how much this book will cost me?"

Xu Lin is sometimes quite realistic.

A few minutes later, Chi Linyue sent him a message: "I've finished reading it. It's really well written!"

Then, another sentence followed.

Chi Linyue said: "Don't write anything embarrassing this time!"

Xu Lin: “Why?”

Chi Linyue: "It just feels weird."

Xu Lin: "Then I'll send the abridged version to the book and show you the unabridged version separately?"

Chi Linyue: "You wish! Smirking.jpg"

Chi Linyue: "What's the ending?"

Xu Lin hasn't thought about the ending specifically yet. Isn't the ending one where everyone is happy and the family is reunited?

However, this is not a specific ending, just like you know you will die one day, but you don’t know whether you will die of old age, illness, or an accident.

At this moment, he thought about it carefully.

Xu Lin replied: "The male and female protagonists have twin daughters."

Xu Lin thought for a moment and said, "Let's call them Xu Tingyue and Xu Hanyan!"

Chi Linyue said: "It sounds pretty good, I'll look forward to it!"

The two chatted for a while.

Then, Xu Lin clicked on Yu Xinyan’s message. Yu Xinyan had also sent him a message half an hour ago.

Yu Xinyan sent him an English poem and asked him to translate it.

"I love three things in this world. Sun, moon and you. Sun for morning, moon for night, and you forever."

Yu Xinyan: "Xu Lin, I saw an English poem. Do you know what it means?"

Xu Lin: "Let me take a look."

Xu Lin originally wanted to copy and paste it and have it translated online.

But he suddenly thought that this seemed too perfunctory to Yu Xinyan.

Yu Xinyan replied immediately: "Yeah."

He looked at the English poem and tried to translate it.

"There are three things I love in this world: the sun? The moon? And you?"

"The sun in the morning, the moon at night, and you forever?"

Xu Lin scratched his hair. The translation gave him a headache. He felt that the translation could be better.

Xu Lin called out to Xie Zhengrong, who was playing Black Monkey behind him, "Xie Zhengrong, what was your score on the college entrance exam in English?"

"150!"

"150? Are you kidding?"

Xu Lin was surprised, "150 You are still here?"

Xie Zhengrong turned around and said, "I'm not doing well in other subjects, otherwise I really wouldn't be here."

"Then come over here and translate this for me."

Xu Lin copied this English poem into a Word document.

"What's coming from?"

Xie Zhengrong paused the game and leaned over to take a look.

Xie Zhengrong looked at it for a while and then began to translate: "I love three things in this world: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is the sky, the moon is the night, and you are eternity. This is a love poem."

Xu Lin suddenly understood.

"Thank you, Xie Zhengrong."

"It's okay, I'll continue playing Black Monkey."

Xu Lin sorted out Xie Zhengrong's translation and sent it to Yu Xinyan.

"Bao, the translation is ready."

Xu Linfa sent a message: "I love three things in this world: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is the sky, the moon is the night, and you are forever."

Yu Xinyan: “shy.jpg”

Yu Xinyan also replied: "In this world of countless things, I love three things: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the evening, and you are for every morning and every evening."

"What's coming from?"

Xu Lin was puzzled.

"This is the translation of the English poem I just read. It's from Voltaire's Stray Birds!"

Yu Xinyan asked him, "Isn't it very beautiful and poetic?"

Xu Lin read it for a moment, "It is indeed very beautiful and full of poetic feeling."

Yu Xinyan: "Besides, it's also very romantic!"

(End of this chapter)