Chapter 821 Talented Boyfriend

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"Lin Feng, sister knows that this poem of yours is actually written for me, right?"

Looking at the last sentence "A word of life and death is the same as Qing", Luo Qingqing's heart was also warm and full of emotion. {щww{suimеng][lā}. . No matter how many students in Pinshu.com posted a post saying that this poem was given to Qin Yanran by Lin Feng, Luo Qingqing always insisted that this "Qing" refers to herself.

"Sister Qing, why are you crying? Are those captains coming to 'harass' you again?"

Huang Wanqing, a flight attendant who was on the same flight as Luo Qingqing, saw Luo Qingqing's unstoppable tears, and hurriedly asked with concern.

"No...it's nothing, Wanqing, take a look at this poem."

Luo Qingqing was crying and laughing at the same time, handing the phone to Huang Wanqing.

"Poetry? Sister Qing, could it be a poem that made you cry? I want to see what kind of poem has such power." Huang Wanqing held Luo Qingqing's phone and looked at the poem on the screen , I couldn't help but read it out.

"It's hard to plant hidden things in the clouds and fog,

Jinyi Luoxiu's lips are vermilion.

Who can "get" the beauty outside the bamboo,

In a word, life and death are the same as Qing. "

The sincerity contained in this poem should be felt even by Huang Wanqing who has not studied much. Especially the word "Qing" in the last sentence, which is "a word of life and death is the same as Qing", Huang Wanqing immediately reacted.

"Sister Qing, this statement about life and death is the same as Qing, isn't it written for you?" Huang Wanqing asked kindly.

"Um!"

Luo Qingqing, who was always generous, blushed, nodded slightly and said.

"Wow! You are so talented. When I first read it, I thought it was written by ancient poets like the great poets Li Bai and Du Fu in textbooks! I didn't expect that someone wrote it for you, Miss Qing." Poetry. Who the hell? So talented."

Huang Wanqing made a quick guess and asked, "Sister Qing, could it be your boyfriend? Is this a confession to you or a courtship?"

"Well! Count... it's my boyfriend! We grew up together,

This is the poem he wrote for me. "Luo Qingqing admitted with some embarrassment.

Now, in her eyes, Lin Feng was no longer the little kid who followed her behind. For Lin Feng, Luo Qingqing already had thousands of strands of affection in her heart, which were entangled and could not be separated.

"It's really a boyfriend! No wonder... No wonder you have always looked down on those pilots of our company, Sister Qing. Although many of them are 'very' handsome and 'very' rich. But, once It doesn’t seem to have much culture and connotation. I always know how to use the identity of a pilot to pick up girls, and more than half of us flight attendants are mixed with them pilots.”

Huang Wanqing also said enviously, "Sister Qing, you have a good eye, and you actually found such a talented boyfriend. When will you bring it to the company to show us?"

"Wanqing, in fact, you all know him. However, I'd better not talk about it for now. Let's go! It's almost one o'clock, get ready for the flight!"

When Lin Feng became the second largest shareholder of Southeast Airlines, the company sent relevant notices and information about Lin Feng, but Luo Qingqing didn't want to expose her relationship with Lin Feng too much. In that case, there will be more gossip about her in the company.

After receiving a poem written by Lin Feng, Luo Qingqing was in such a good mood all afternoon that she was flying with the plane, and the unhappiness of being "harassed" by the pilot yesterday was completely forgotten in her mind.

However, Luo Qingqing's guess was correct. Although it is said that this poem was written by Lin Feng under the 'force' of Old Man Wang, 50% of the factors were to deal with Old Man Wang. Another 30% of the factors were moved by Qin Yanran's help to him, but in the end, another 20% of the factors were thought of Luo Qingqing when conceiving this poem.

The word "Qing", Luo Qingqing did not pretend to be affectionate, nor guessed wrongly, it was deliberately used by Lin Feng to express his love for Luo Qingqing.

From childhood to adulthood, Lin Feng grew up playing and playing with Luo Qingqing. Luo Qingqing was in a single-parent family, and her mother was weak and sick. Lin Feng could vividly remember how many grievances and hardships she had endured since she was a child.

But under such conditions and circumstances, Luo Qingqing still took good care of Lin Feng, the younger brother next door, and left the best things for Lin Feng, even to let Lin Feng eat like other children when he was enjoying the cool in the summer evening. For an ice cream worth two yuan, Luo Qingqing would walk more than ten kilometers through the streets and alleys in the afternoon sun to collect all kinds of plastic bottles in the trash cans and sell them as waste products.

Too much, too much. For Lin Feng, the relationship between him and Luo Qingqing is obviously far greater than love. What he hopes more is that he can take good care of Sister Qingqing for the rest of his life, give her a safe, happy and warm arm, let her rely on her at ease, let her never worry about anything, just concentrate on being happy .

In a word, life and death are the same as Qing, never leave and never give up, and grow old together. From birth to aging, they are all together hand in hand, heart to heart. In fact, what Lin Feng was referring to in this eternal oath was not his relationship with Qin Yanran, but his relationship with Luo Qingqing.

Because only between him and Luo Qingqing is this kind of real relationship that is connected from life to death. Ever since Lin Feng could remember, he had grown up and played under the care of such a big sister next door...

"Sister Qingqing, I don't know if you can feel my feelings when you read this poem. Maybe, you won't read this poem at all, right? After all, I have already given this poem to Take Yanran as a gift of love."

In the afternoon, back in the classroom, Lin Feng stared at the poem on the blackboard again for a while. There were mixed feelings in my heart, especially when I saw the word "Qing", many memories of being with Sister Qingqing came flooding back.

"Lin Feng, you're really narcissistic. Can you still be fascinated by the poems you wrote?"

The crazy girl Xiao Nishang also returned to the classroom after eating, and saw Lin Feng staring at the poem on the blackboard for a long time, without even blinking, and muttered.

"Crazy girl, I am not fascinated by my own poems. I am caught in my own memory, unable to extricate myself. Maybe, you will never understand this feeling. Sometimes, people really have to face many Difficult choices. Some choices you have to make, and some choices you never want to make..."</ntent>

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