You Are My Rare Passion

After finishing speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

Fu Wenjing smiled at his little figure running away, and said enviously: "The little tree seedling is so cute, I really want one."

"Then you have to get married first." Ye Xingbei looked at the flowers in her arms: "Given you by Lu Jiannong?"

Fu Wenjing looked away, looked at the fiery red rose in her hand, and nodded: "Yes."

"Reconciled?" Ye Xingbei asked.

"Not yet," Fu Wenjing said, "I told him that I need to think about it again."

Ye Xingbei let out a "huh", "Didn't you tell him last time that after you avenge yourself, if he thinks you're still suitable, you want to start over?"

"Yes," Fu Wenjing said, "I said so last time, but I've changed my mind now."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

All right.

Fickleness is a woman's prerogative.

Fu Wenjing smashed the flowers with her hands, and tore off the roses. She looked dispirited: "Now I suddenly feel that men and marriage are very meaningless. I don't want to fall in love or get married. I want to live alone for the rest of my life." !"

Ye Xingbei: "...Why?"

"I don't know why?" Fu Wenjing shook her head and sighed, "I just find it boring... nothing interesting..."

"I understand," Ye Xingbei said, "You must be in a bad mood, depressed, so you're not interested in anything, and you can't cheer up anything, right?"

"Yes, that's it!" Fu Wenjing nodded: "I just feel lazy, I don't want to care about anything, I don't want to do anything, I just want to be alone, I don't want to talk, I don't want to see people, I'm bored, what are you doing? Not even interested."

"It's okay," Ye Xingbei said, "Emotions are like a graph. There are highs and lows. Sometimes you feel as excited as if you've been pumped, and sometimes you feel that life is meaningless. It's normal. You should rest well. it will be fine after a while."

"Really?" Fu Wenjing expressed doubts.

Ye Xingbei nodded seriously: "Really, my brother Li is like this, he told me this himself."

Fu Wenjing asked, "Beibei, are you like this too?"

Ye Xingbei smiled, "I'm not like this. You are a disease of the rich and the idle. When I was young, I couldn't eat enough. How could I care about moaning without illness? Later, when I went abroad, my elder brother was just a tutor. I invited twelve..."

"Twelve?" Fu Wenjing's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, twelve," Ye Xingbei counted with his fingers, "Three teachers taught me homework, and two taught painting, one taught piano, one taught zither, one taught calligraphy, and one taught Riding, one who taught Go, one who taught etiquette, and one who taught dancing."

Fu Wenjing was stunned: "Learn so much? Is there enough time?"

"It's enough, but I'm very busy every day," Ye Xingbei said: "Twenty-four hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, I spend the rest of my time studying. I'm as busy as a spinning top every day. Naturally, I don't have much time to worry about spring and autumn. , moaning without illness|groaning."

Fu Wenjing: "...So you think that my current state is sad for spring and autumn, moaning without illness?"

"That's right, if you don't believe me, you can go to a psychiatrist and he will definitely answer you in the same way," Ye Xingbei said, "In your current state, you suddenly get revenge, and your busy life suddenly loses its purpose. People are empty, they can't find their goals, they can't be interested in anything, they're sick, they're fine..."