zhongyuanDon't be angry and work with peace of mind.
tangxiaomiThen you are not allowed to tell me ghost stories in the future.
tangxiaomiOtherwise, I will scare you and let you taste it too.
Yi Yao was suddenly awakened, and mysteriously rushed up to Tang Xiaomi's bed.
tangxiaomiWhat are you doing!
Tang Xiaomi immediately protected himself.
Yi Yao clenched his five fingers, and the previous joke was swept away and restrained.
yiyaoI have something to prove to you.
tangxiaomiDon't get so close.
Tang Xiaomi put the throw pillow in the middle to separate the two.
yiyaoWhen Heping High School. Did you write me threatening letters?
tangxiaomiI... I don't remember... I lost my memory...
Yi Yao pulled the curtain on the bed.
yiyaoIt's just the two of us here, stop pretending.
tangxiaomiYou are really a pot that can't be lifted without lifting it.
tangxiaomiYes, I have written you threatening letters before.
yiyaoBaudelaire's Flower of Evil excerpt?
Tang Xiaomi was silent for half a minute. She pointed at Yi Yao and felt sad and disappointed.
tangxiaomiYou don't think it's me who wreaked havoc on your dormitory!
tangxiaomiI... I... yes, I threatened you before, but that's over.
tangxiaomiI've come out and I won't do that kind of thing again.
yiyaoYou calm down and look at these.
Yi Yao showed Tang Xiaomi the text message on his phone.
yiyaoIf I didn't trust you, I wouldn't ask you face to face.
Tang Xiaomi took the phone dubiously.
- - I know you still have old feelings in your heart. Although you have lost your roots, you still spit out flames like a calcined furnace.
In your breast lurks a little pride of the sufferer.
- I forgive you.
tangxiaomi"I forgive you" was a poem from Baudelaire's "Sad Love Song."
When Tang Xiaomi was thrown in the nursing home, she read a lot of books, most of which she could remember, and she only needed a little reminder to wake up again.
Yi Yao agreed and continued to let her read the next article.
- the sublime evil you claim to be proficient in.
Never made you shrink from terror.
I know what you hide behind your perfect mask.
What makes you who you are?
tangxiaomiThis is what I wrote before.
Continue to the next item.
- Everything in the world is unreliable.
- no matter how carefully polished.
- Human selfishness is still exposed.
When the time comes to enter the darkness, she will look death in the face.
Like a newborn with no regrets and no traces.
Tang Xiaomi stared at the handwriting on the letter in deep thought.
This time the text has undergone non-negligible changes.
First, from the former "semi-excerpt and semi-original" model to a complete excerpt of Baudelaire's poems.
Although the first three lines and the last two lines do not belong to the same poem.
Second, the first two were conversational. The third person said "she" had not been present before.
tangxiaomiSame as what I wrote to you, except for the last one, with some changes.
yiyaoNo, it shouldn't be a coincidence.
yiyaoI think someone found out about our reconciliation and swayed me.
