After dinner, Cheng Liye proposed a game of mahjong, and Yu Dong followed suit and joined in the number.
One afternoon, Yu Dong lost ten yuan.
At the end of the day, Cheng Liye said with a smile: "Yu Dong, you still need to practice your skills. Although luck is a big factor in this mahjong, once there are too many samples, the probability will prevail. You must always be aware of your skills.
Among the cards, under what circumstances the probability of a wrong card is the highest. As long as you know how to use probability theory, even if you lose once or twice, you will definitely win over time."
"Yes, yes." Yu Dong nodded repeatedly.
It is said that a thousand-year-old daughter-in-law becomes a mother-in-law, and a thousand-year-old son becomes a father. The scene where Cheng Liye was baptized by his father's probability theory was still vivid in his mind, and he started to lecture his son-in-law.
However, Cheng Liye was smiling during the lecture, because he won more than ten yuan this afternoon. The money he lost to the old man before was won back from his son-in-law's pocket.
…
After dinner, Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu walked side by side on Anren Street.
Although the cold winter has arrived, Anren Street is still lively. A video store has opened on the corner and Zhang Xueyou's new song "Kiss Goodbye" is playing.
This song is so popular this year, you can hear it in the streets and alleys.
I don't know why, but while listening to the song, Yu Dong suddenly remembered Jay Chou's song "Listen to Mom."
"You will start to like pop songs because Jacky Cheung starts to prepare to sing Kiss Goodbye."
Maybe this kid is also listening to "Kiss Goodbye" now.
When the two walked to the door of the video store, "Kiss Goodbye" had already been sung and it was time for the next song.
The boss probably played not the original tape, but after "Kiss Goodbye" he played "The Look in Your Eyes" by Tsai Chin.
Yu Dong looked at Cheng Yanqiu, "Do you still remember this song?"
Cheng Yanqiu also looked at Yu Dong, "Remember."
"I haven't heard you sing for a long time."
"Do you want to listen?"
Yu Dong smiled and said, "Of course."
"What do you want to hear?"
"How about "Singing the Motherland"?"
"Let's wait until the National Day to sing this song."
Cheng Yanqiu suddenly stood still, standing under the street lamp, holding the light in her arms with open arms. She wore a Scottish plaid scarf, with half of her hair hanging outside the scarf and the other half tucked inside. The light was obscured by her raised hair.
Live, but the smile is clearly visible.
Yu Dongxin understood, walked to her and turned around, bending his legs and bending over. Cheng Yanqiu supported Yu Dong's shoulders and jumped up. Yu Dong quickly held her legs and carried her on his back.
The last time she sang, she was on his back.
Cheng Yanqiu was not in a hurry to sing. He first rubbed Yan Yudong's ears with his hands, then untied the scarf and loosened half of it to cover Yudong's neck. The two of them were wrapped in the same scarf, feeling each other's warmth.
"This is a new song I learned."
Cheng Yanqiu whispered something in Yu Dong's ear, and then spoke slowly.
"The wind is still blowing tonight
I think of you so tenderly
Life with you is extra easy
…
There is you on the road of love
i am not lonely
…”
Yu Dong listened to the gentle "Intimate Lover" and walked forward step by step. The wind became stronger and stronger, but Yu Dong felt warmer and warmer, the kind of warmth from the inside out.
It's like, if you keep moving forward like this, even if you don't have a destination, it's pretty good.
However, before the destination was reached, the song was finished. Yu Dong was still not satisfied and said with a smile: "Sing one more song."
Cheng Yanqiu sighed and said, "Today's performance ends here."
After singing, Yu Dong did not put her down. She hugged Yu Dong tightly and did not want to come down.
"Why are you called Luoluo?" Yu Dong suddenly asked.
Cheng Yanqiu stretched out his head and looked at Yu Dong's profile, "Do you really want to know?"
"of course."
"Because I wrote a poem when I was eight years old, and the name of the poem was Luo Luo."
Yu Dongrao said with interest: "You can write poems at the age of eight."
"Don't underestimate me, I have been a talented girl since I was a child."
"Well, don't underestimate me. That talented girl, can you tell me about your masterpiece?"
Cheng Yanqiu was silent for a while before speaking: "The leaves on the leaves fell first, and then the snow fell, and then the leaves on the eaves fell on the ground, making a nest. The white mist in the sky fell, and the grass sprouted, and the rain in the clouds
When it falls, suppress the rising dust."
After hearing this, Yu Dong smiled, "This is not like a poem, but more like a proverb."
It is indeed like a proverb, the sentence is simple, but it contains a lot of things. I wrote from autumn to summer, which is exactly the same cycle.
But it is very difficult for an eight-year-old child to have such a narrative perspective. And I don’t know if it is a coincidence, but this poem begins in autumn, which corresponds to the "Autumn" in her name.
If you look at it from the perspective of a Chinese student, you can analyze more things.
This poem has a total of nine lines, but four lines are about winter. In the eyes of the poet, winter seems very long.
The "dust" in the last sentence should symbolize something negative, which may be the author's irritable mood or some bad things in life, but the word "pressure" eliminates this bad thing.
Therefore, when the author wrote this poem, he should be in a situation where he had just come out of a bad mood.
…
Of course, the above is all nonsense.
When Yu Dong was eight years old, let alone writing poems, he even wrote diary poorly, and many words needed to be replaced with pinyin.
Of course, it was not surprising to Yu Dong that Cheng Yanqiu was so precocious. With a Chinese teacher as his father, he had to be enlightened earlier than others.
Cheng Yanqiu hit Yudong in retaliation for his ridicule.
"Actually, my name is Luoluo, not because of this poem."
"Ah? What's that for?"
"I was very thin when I was young, and my mother wanted me to eat more."
"Then what?"
"Nothing else, just because of this."
"Is there any connection between this?" Yu Dong looked confused.
"You can go on your own."
Then Cheng Yanqiu slipped off Yu Dong and ran forward, "You're walking too slowly. If you keep walking like this, we won't be able to get to school tomorrow morning."
"Am I slow?" Yu Dong adjusted his clothes and took a starting position, "I want you to see what Jiwang Town Scud is!"
…
The next day, there was a heavy snowfall in Jinling. Before the snow had melted away, the school was on winter vacation.
Yu Dong returned to Shanghai, took a short break, and then went to "Harvest". He wanted to take advantage of the New Year to say hello and meet Jin Yucheng by the way if he was there.
I met Wang Yu first. As Yu Dong's editor, he was the one who knew Yu Dong best in "Harvest" besides Cheng Yongxing.
Wang Yu is no longer a newcomer in "Harvest". In addition to Yu Dong, there are also many writers on his staff. In order to facilitate communication, Cheng Yongxing also recruited Yu Hua to work under Wang Yu.
Now that Wang Yu is sitting on the side of Yu Dong and Yu Hua, he feels more confident to speak in the club.
Wang Yu is a kind-hearted and serious person, but editors have a bad habit of asking writers if they have any new manuscripts.
"Teacher Yu, do you have any new works recently?"
Before Yu Dong's butt was hot, he was urged by Wang Yu to write the manuscript. He said with a smile: "Yes, "Resident Evil 2", do you want it?"
Wang Yu licked her lips and said with a smile: "I still don't want it, but if you are willing to show me the manuscript, I will be very happy."
"Then you really have a beautiful idea." Yu Dong took a sip of tea and added, "Actually, there is another one, but it's just a mystery or thriller. I'm afraid you won't want it."
Chapter completed!