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In fact, the other party did not make any further noise. The man never paid much attention to Yang Yi from beginning to end. He just said a few words after the girl coughed and rarely made a sound. So the exhibition hall returned to the most common tranquility.

This small episode did not disturb Yang Yi's continued visit. After reading Charlotte's manuscript, he turned to the notes of Pessoa next to him. The author, who was a clerk, was also one of the characters that Yang Yi liked very much, so the boy spent a lot of time next to his notes.

Following the manuscript, moving step little by little, while shaking his head, Yang Yi felt that he suddenly bumped into someone else. When he suddenly turned around and was about to apologize, he found that the other party was vaguely taller than him. After looking at it clearly, the young man was even more surprised and said, why is the venue not small? She just stared at her and refused to let go? But after all, she was a lady, and she couldn't tell who is right or wrong in this kind of thing. She might be immersed in her own world, so she didn't notice the situation around her. Thinking of this, he was ready to express his apology and just let it go, but just when he was about to say something, the other party shook his head at him: "This young gentleman, this is the second time that similar ungentleash behavior has appeared on you. David has stopped me once just now, but I don't think that indulging you in this way is correct..."

While saying these words, the girl was still smiling, but now Yang Yi could see that this kind of smile was just a habit of the other party, and it was not different because of who was in front of him. It was the so-called aristocratic politeness. Perhaps under such a smile, the ordinary people would not feel better than being stared at by others, because the other party's smile was calm. There was no smile from the heart, and it seemed like a kind of calmness that naturally appeared after experiencing too much. If Yang Yi had not had the soul of being a human being for two lifetimes, and in his previous life, he would have stood in front of the girl like this, except for his thrilling beauty, he would not have seen any more tricks.

But Yang Yi did not have the habit of accepting groundless accusations. When facing the reporter, the same was true for a beautiful woman: "The first time I admitted that I was a little over-engaged, but I asked you to take back the second accusation, because as far as the situation just now, it is impossible to tell who is right and who is wrong between you and me. Although I am in the demeanor of a man..."

"You are still a child, my young gentleman." The other party interrupted him without hesitation, just like she was treating Yang Yi as a stranger at the beginning, with a habitual smile even when she made a reminder. The girl seemed to show an elegant posture to everything, but this elegance was different from the reserve of ordinary women, with a sense of caution and distance, and was more of a superior scrutiny. For such a woman, her smile may be given to the person who looks at her without hesitation, but she will never give her true heart.

"Since you are a child, please don't bother me if you are a ladylike demeanor." Yang Yi spread his hands and turned helplessly to the man beside her. The girl's male companion had a kind of elegant demeanor that was rare in the West. Seeing Yang Yi turn to him, he could only shrug and return Yang Yi's helpless expression.

"This is not funny at all. Sharp words should be used to reflect on oneself, not to be in disputes with others." The girl was still relentless. Yang Yixin thought that although there was something wrong with him, as he said. The collision just now was the common reason for the two people, and it was definitely not that he had no eyes or deliberately took advantage of others. Moreover, in terms of the age of the two, a 16-year-old boy and a 20-year-old woman looked at. This is not a common plot between a vulgar man and a little white rabbit woman?

"And are you sure you can understand these things? You should know that many teachers who specialize in teaching literature cannot interpret Pessoa's "The Record of Panic". Finally, they have to add those old-fashioned English grammar. This is one of the only three volumes of English poetry collections by this writer. Speaking of this, I have to doubt your motivation to appear here?" The girl shook her head, and her smile finally faded, because no one can always maintain a beautiful smile and argue with a stranger, but in terms of external performance, this girl is indeed a lady.

Although Yang Yi was a little confused about why this lady started the topic, she suddenly changed from being a gentleman to being ignorant and pretending to understand, but he, who has the attribute of "literary youth", and his keen observation skills created for two lives, still understood the other party's thoughts in a vague way. Maybe this girl, as well as her, is also a seeker on the literary path, or the other party's "fan attributes" are more, and she cannot tolerate it.

Some people acted as disrespectful to the spiritual objects they admired. Or the other party was a fanatical supporter of Pessoa, and they were always prone to excessive sanctification of the literary masters in their minds. Thinking of this, I recalled the literary craze in China. Those young literary women dared to express their love for writers they admired in the 1980s, when they were not as open as they are now. Then, comparing the actions of the woman in front of them, it would be nothing.

"I really have a motivation to appear here, and it's a terrible motivation." Yang Yi felt that he hadn't met such a natural but arrogant and noble guy for a long time. It was a pleasure to tease her as a trip abroad, so he pretended to be exaggerated. The two of them fell outside, and they were a bit weird about teasing the little loli.

"Sorry, I think Medino just can't stand someone disturbing her to appreciate Pessoa's works. She has always been like this, and it's indeed a bit inappropriate. So, can you just forget it?" The girl seemed to be called Medino, which sounded a bit like the naming custom of Italy. However, the other party's real boyfriend came out to say that Yang Yi was not interested in continuing to get entangled. In fact, he had been too lazy to waste time here for a long time, so he nodded and prepared to leave.

But the girl obviously was not ready to accept her boyfriend's considerateness. She was very small but extremely penetrating and powerful towards Yang Yi's back: "Didn't you listen to me? Your careless attitude is the greatest insult to literature. If Mr. Pessoa has a spirit in heaven, he will definitely be ashamed that his works are seen by those who do not understand him..."

Someone once said that literary youth, prodigal son and old man could not touch it. Yang Yi suddenly felt that the literary youth in front was not just a young man, but a female. Although there were special examples in everything, the obsessed guy in front of him who was fascinated by Pessoa was really not something that ordinary people could accept. He turned around and sighed helplessly: "Pessoa wrote while denying the power of words. This seemingly incredible behavior is actually just another form of existence for our country to "be proud and forget to say."

Negative writing is because the true Tao is always hidden in people's hearts and is difficult to express in full in words, just like Heidegger's 'This meaning is never difficult to reach the existence'. Didn't the Greeks also say 'The town can only live in the memories of intuition and soul'? So this is why I am interested in Pessoa. A small clerk who is thousands of miles away from my nation can communicate and resonate with my ancestors from the heart, which makes me very interesting. So I came... You see, I have explained so much, you should believe that I am not here to do nothing, right?"

I'm so tired. I've said so much to a lunatic. The key is that I can't tempt you if I don't say it. Even if this girl is not the kind of person who is entangled, even if she's just suspected, it's easy to make people feel upset.

The woman was stabbed for a moment by Yang Yi's words, and then her eyes lit up. It seemed that she didn't expect that such a little guy should be more interested in video games and showing off in front of girls. In fact, Yang Yi was already doing it, but the result was not as good as he thought. It was really an unexpected encounter to be able to conduct in-depth research on topics that are difficult for ordinary adults to go into.

However, her gaze fell into Yang Yi's heart, which made people feel a little nervous, because Yang Yi knew very well that more than 99% of those who were obsessed with Pesso Akafka Borges were pretending to others, while the remaining one was genuine patients with inexplicable mental illness. Their soul world was extremely rich but also extremely empty, and it was possible to make any incident that ordinary people even had a horrible incident. As for the person in front of him, the young man could almost certain that the other party's current performance was not pretending, but indeed it was not as good as ordinary people.

Sure enough, just as Yang Yi was about to make an excuse to leave, the other party looked him up and down for a long time, and suddenly he doubted: "Your words sound more like excerpted from a third-rate literary review. I don't believe they originated from your thoughts. But it's not my business. I just hope you don't come to this platform next time. There are works by Shakespeare over there, and next to Byron's collection of poems. If you want to find collections from your country, you can apply to go to Stein's secret room to watch, but please don't come here."

The man next to the girl showed an awkward smile at him, meaning that he would forgive me and not bother with this neurotic woman.

But what Yang Yi dislikes the most is that others are domineering towards him, even if they are just unintentional, they don’t like it. After shaking his head at the woman, he pointed at his head: “What if all I said comes from here?”

"That's impossible. If you can prove it, I can give you a violin." The girl suddenly laughed again, but Yang Yi didn't think that the smile was so beautiful, but instead did not look at her as much as possible, and by the way, he observed a silence for the brother beside her.

"Hey, cute little Medino, when did you become so generous that you can even give your own violin to anyone?"

Just when Yang Yi's face was indifferent, and the couple had a slightly helpless and frowned firmly, Ben. Hei Ming, who had handled his affairs, suddenly appeared at the door of the showroom: "Yang, I'm so sorry, this is my student, Medino Guadanini, she and her ancestor Lorenzo Guadanini, you may not have heard of her, but in the entire European music industry, you know the name of her ancestor. If the most famous violin maker in the world is Stradivari, then her ancestor is Stradivari in the 18th century. Being able to get her works is one of the things that the music students in the Christian Academy desire most."

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In this way, when leaving Britain, in addition to the prestigious Booker Prize that had already been gained by the Booker Prize, there was also an instrument that was said to be a thirsty person among the younger generations in the European music industry. Although Yang Yi himself did not know much about such Western items and did not like them much, he was happier than getting a manuscript of Shakespeare.

The night before leaving China, when he was checking his email online as usual, he saw the first email from the north. It was a long time ago but it didn't seem unfamiliar tone. The girl asked him very dissatisfiedly, saying that it was about to come to her for another birthday and asked Yang Yi if he had prepared any gifts for her.
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