Sixty-fourth: What kind of story is told by poets? (2)

  I glanced at Ouyang Xiao and then looked at Shen Hui, only to see her sitting in front of the computer, wearing headphones, browsing web pages with great interest.

  I walked up to Ouyang Xiao and wanted to explain to her that these instant noodles were actually bought by myself for convenience.

  Before I could even open my mouth, Ouyang Xiao had already sensed me behind her. She turned around and forced a smile, "Mu Xian, how long has it been since you last wrote poetry?"

  "Write poetry?" I was taken aback. "I only did that in college for a while, and then stopped."

  "The story of the flower, told by the florist who planted it; the story of the sea, told by the fisherman who fishes in it. Then what kind of story should be told by a poet?" said Ou Yang Xiao Xiao.

  I was stunned.

  "Muxian, one day I'll tell you some things, but when I do, I'll leave afterwards. Do you still want to know these things?" Ouyang Xiaoxiao said, lowering her head.

  My body trembled slightly, I didn't know what Ouyang Xiaoxiao wanted to tell me, but I could guess that she was very reluctant to tell others these things, the sorrow in her eyes now explained everything.

  "Some things can't be opened, like Pandora's box. Once it's open, it can never be closed again."

  "Why tell me and then leave?"

  "This is the end."

  "Can't the ending be changed?"

  "No way, because I would choose this ending."

  "Why choose like this?"

  "Because I couldn't find a better choice than this."

  The two of us fell silent, and after a while, I spoke up.

  "You said you're leaving, does that mean we'll never see each other again?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "I'd rather not know about these things, never want to know."

  "Are you afraid of not seeing me again in the future?"

  "I don't know."

  The two people fell silent again.

  "Come check out this video, it's really funny," Shen Hui took off her headphones and beckoned to me and Ouyang Xiao Xiao.

  I exchanged a glance with Ouyang Xiaoxiao, and the two of us walked towards Shen Hui.

  That is a Flash video spoofing Journey to the West.

  Tang Monk: Disciples, this is our second trip to the Western Heaven. The journey is long and the environment is treacherous. Can you recommend how we can get there as quickly as possible?

  Sun Wukong: Airplanes are the fastest.

  Pigsy: Rockets are faster.

  Sha Monk (pulling out a fire gun): Master, I heard that using this can get us there the fastest.

  This made both Ou Yang Xiao Xiao and I burst out laughing at the same time.

  After sitting for more than half an hour, someone called Shen Hui. They said that some documents couldn't be found and wanted to borrow Shen Hui's for a while.

  Shen Hui agreed over the phone.

  Then she went back to her dormitory.

  Ouyang Xiao saw Shen Hui was about to leave and stood up too, preparing to depart.

  After exchanging a few more pleasantries, I escorted the two people downstairs.

  After sending Ouyang Xiaoxiao and Shen Hui away, I returned to my own home, sent two text messages to Gu Xuelin, played a game for a while, and then went to sleep.