weddingnovel Chapter 48 Qingshan
Chapter 48 Qingshan
The scene shifts to Zhou Yuji trudging through the desert, complaining, "Who said the desert is romantic? Romantic my foot! The sand in my shoes could build a castle!"
Then, at a small market, she held up a skewer of lamb bigger than her face: "This is delicious, this is really delicious! It's just... burp, I might have to walk back to the guesthouse after eating this, I'm too full to walk..."
The final shot focuses on a poplar forest bathed in the setting sun. Zhou Yuji has her back to the camera, her long hair blowing in the wind, with golden desert and azure sky in the distance.
The background music is still "The You of the Past".
After watching the video, Wang Bo couldn't help but smile.
This woman can live an inspirational life wherever she goes.
He opened the comments section, intending to give it a like and leave as usual, but found that the comments section had already become lively.
"Sister Yuji, have you gained weight again? Those lamb skewers look like they weigh three pounds!"
"White Horse: This woman talks too much, I don't want to carry her anymore."
The background music is Wang Bo's "Once Upon a Time," a nostalgic melody reminiscent of the provincial celebration!
"Am I the only one who noticed that killer back view at the end? It's a shame that Sister Yuji isn't a star!"
"Pah! If you can be a boss, why be a celebrity!"
Wang Bo scrolled through the screen and saw a popular comment: "Sister Yuji, please, Wang Bo, write another poem for you! I already copied the last one, 'Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms,' onto the first page of my diary!"
There were hundreds of replies following this.
"+1"
"Same request"
"I'll die without poetry to read."
Wang Bo stared at the comment, his finger hovering over the screen for a few seconds.
Writing poetry?
He recalled the controversy caused by that poem last time, Su Xiaoxiao's talk about the "talented persona," and Chen Mo's words, "Stay calm, the work itself is the only true measure of success."
Then he remembered Zhou Yuji's unrestrained smile in the video, and the light in her eyes.
Almost subconsciously, he typed a line in the comment box.
There was no deliberate crafting, no deep contemplation; it was just two sentences that flowed naturally from the bottom of my heart.
Click send.
He only realized what I wrote after I sent it.
Isn't this poem... a bit ambiguous?
He was considering whether to delete it when his phone suddenly started vibrating wildly.
Zhou Yuji immediately initiated a video call.
Wang Bo took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.
The screen lit up, and Zhou Yuji's face, tanned a healthy wheat color by the Western Regions sun, filled the entire screen.
She appeared to be on the terrace of an inn, with distant snow-capped mountains visible in the background, and the wind blowing her hair wildly.
"Wang Bo!" Zhou Yuji's voice was so loud that Wang Bo held his phone away. "What did you just comment? Say it again!"
Wang Bo sounded a little guilty: "I just... wrote it randomly..."
"Just something you wrote casually?" Zhou Yuji's eyes widened. "Such beautiful lines of poetry, and you call that just something you wrote casually? Wang Bo, let me tell you, if you wrote this casually, all the professional poets could jump off buildings!"
She suddenly brought her face close to the camera, lowered her voice, and said with a dangerous allure, "Little Wang, tell me the truth, do you have a crush on me?"
Wang Bo: "..."
"Otherwise, how could you write such a poem?" Zhou Yuji continued to press closer. "Green mountains, steadfast, reliable, forever-there green mountains, am I that important to you?"
Wang Bo opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Zhou Niu, you've misunderstood," but he swallowed the words back.
Because he suddenly realized that Zhou Yuji was indeed like a green mountain to him.
She gave him freedom when he was most confused.
When he needed support the most, she didn't hesitate to take out over 100,000 yuan.
When he switched jobs to Xiaoyi Culture, she casually told him to work hard and remember to send her postcards.
"Sister Zhou," Wang Bo finally spoke, his tone serious, "you are indeed very important."
On the other end of the video call, Zhou Yuji was stunned.
A few seconds of silence.
Then, Wang Bo clearly saw that Zhou Yuji's eyes turned red at a visible speed.
"Wang Bo, you..." Her voice was a little agitated, "You brat... did you have to say something like that while I was putting on makeup? My eyeliner is going to smudge!"
Although she tried to keep smiling, the tears in her eyes were impossible to hide.
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." She sniffed, then suddenly reverted to her usual irreverent manner. "As a reward, I'll warm your bed when I get back, and I mean it."
The initial感动 (feeling of being touched) that Wang Bo had just felt vanished instantly: "Sister Zhou, you're here again..."
"What, you don't believe me?" Zhou Yuji raised an eyebrow. "I, Zhou Yuji, keep my word. It was just warming your bed, I didn't say anything else. Besides, with my physique and yours, what could I possibly do to you?"
Wang Bo said helplessly, "Sister Zhou, if I have any negative news, President Su will kill me."
"Su Xiaoxiao?" Zhou Yuji sneered. "She wouldn't dare! If she dares to touch you, I'll post a picture of her playing jump rope in a princess dress when she was in elementary school online!"
Wang Bo imagined the scene and was speechless.
"Alright, that's enough. I have to go now. I'm going to climb a snow mountain today." Zhou Yuji waved her hand. "Remember, I've put you on my tab for warming the bed. Release your songs well. If 'Encounter' flops, I'll jump off the snow mountain."
The video call ended.
Wang Bo held up his phone, staring at the black screen.
Warming the bed?
He shook his head, banishing the absurd thought from his mind.
Zhou Yuji is a woman who jokes nine out of ten things, and the remaining one is an exaggerated joke. Only a fool would believe her.
But that poem...
He reopened Weibo and clicked on his own comment.
In just a short while, the number of likes has exceeded a thousand, and there have been dozens of replies.
"My goodness! Wang Bo has written poetry again!"
"Those two sentences... are incredibly damaging!"
"Is this a confession? Isn't it?"
"@ZhouYuji, did you see that? Someone is treating you like a precious gem!"
"Am I the only one who thinks these two lines of poetry are particularly suitable for Sister Yuji? She is like the green mountains, free and unrestrained, steadfast, and always has her own posture."
As Wang Bo scrolled through the comments, the unease in his heart gradually subsided.
Perhaps, these two lines of poetry are indeed somewhat ambiguous.
But perhaps it doesn't describe love, but a deeper emotion: appreciation, respect, and gratitude.
My phone vibrated again; this time it was Su Xiaoxiao.
Wang Bo clicked on the link and saw a screenshot sent by Su Xiaoxiao—it was his comment to Zhou Yuji.
Below that was a line of text: "Wang Bo, you really are my brother."
Wang Bo's heart tightened, and he typed a reply: "President Su, I..."
Still typing.
"Don't explain," Su Xiaoxiao texted again, "The poem is really well written, I was moved. But Wang Bo, my sister just asked me what these two lines of poetry mean."
Wang Bo's hand froze.
"I said it was just friendship, and she said it was really well written, then went back to preparing her lessons," Su Xiaoxiao sent another message. "But I'm her sister, and I know she's upset."
Wang Bo stared at the screen, unsure of what to say.