What I can't hide is Jing Ge's emotions, both of which are on his face, and he is so sensitive and spontaneous that he sometimes seems a bit unreasonable and willful.
More than ten years ago, in Luyuan, several classmates made an appointment to go to a place. Time is up, two female students didn't come, he threw himself away and patted * * *.
I think he left before he finished filming, because he was standing downstairs waiting. When the female classmate upstairs came down, she was told that Brother Jing couldn't wait and left. Not far. Upstairs, in his room. He went to bed. So a bunch of people who were late or not went upstairs and knocked on his door. There was no movement in the room, so they called his cell phone and turned it off. Is he playing hide-and-seek with us? Everyone analyzed it at the door for a while, and then went downstairs to look for it. There was no one, so they went back upstairs and knocked at the door.
That afternoon, I guess brother Jing in bed must not have fallen asleep. Footsteps in the corridor, whispers outside and knocking at the door must have made him feel very Japanese. Maybe he also showed his tiger teeth. Anyway, the door was knocked so hard that the whole floor thought something was wrong inside. But Jing Ge just won't open the door. He is very angry, angry at others' unpunctuality. This anger opened my eyes. It is also the first time to see the truth and willfulness of Jing Ge.
In fact, many times, Jingge is gentle and friendly. He knows the way of the world, so he is almost merciful. He is sincere to his family, his friends, what he is doing and the people he likes.
Jing Ge is a novelist. However, for many years, he always gave the impression of doing nothing. I think brother Jing is actually willing to leave such an impression on others, which is a disguised compliment to his versatility.
There are always a few versatile people around us, but those who are versatile, interesting and really love women can only be found by me.
Jingge first appeared in our field of vision and gossip as Jia Baoyu, who loves his daughter. This character has been said by everyone for many years.
It seems that overnight, people in the literary circle began to talk about the painting and calligraphy of Jingge. Calligraphy, I am a layman, but the calm and brushwork in Jingge ink painting, staring at it for a long time, will actually make me vaguely moved.
Another night, or a few nights. Beijing songs have been studied and collected.
Brother Jing, who has stepped into the collection industry, is already a "flowing antique shop" in the words of Plantaginis. Every time we meet, before eating and drinking tea, there is bound to be such a warm scene. Friends who know antiques and those who don't know antiques are all around Jing Ge, and there is a story about a gadget he took out from his wrist, neck and body. Some people really can't put it down, while others are pretending. People are most concerned about the authenticity and market value of these items. At this time, Jing Ge, like a child presenting a treasure, made no secret of his pride, and then, then, he began to spread his own antiques.
I think brother Jing certainly cares about the authenticity and market value of things, but at the same time he has awe and affection for those things that have been taken care of by fate. He studied, stared, wiped and fiddled with these objects, and the way he handled them made me feel that he was communicating with them in secret. He tried to understand their past lives, and they were willing to entrust him with this life.
On one occasion, Ye Mi told me absently that since Jing Ge fell in love with antiques, she seems to have no interest in fresh and watery women. Her tone was uncertain, mixed with some regrets. We have all seen Jingge's happiness like a duck to water among women. Sometimes we are just a drop of water and we are happy. Sometimes we stand on the shore and watch him shake his head and tail in the water, and we still think it is beautiful.
My brother Xiang Jing asked for proof. He said, psycho, how come! The first three words are for Ye Mi, and the last one is for me.
Yeah, no way. Brother Jing treats them as warm and considerate as he treats them. One day, he took out a nuclear sculpture from his body, which was a smiling Buddha's face. He asked me, does that grin look like Vivian? I looked at it and it looked very similar. Looking at it again, it looks more like it. Brother Jing said that he uses a clean toothbrush every day. While brushing his teeth, he said to the grinning mouth, Wei Wei, come, let's brush our teeth.
When we met again, he told me in some frustration that he accidentally left Weiwei in the toilet when he went to the toilet. I quickly told Vivian the "bad news" and we laughed for a long time on the phone.
After so many years, frankness, humor, exquisiteness and sincerity are still the recognizable characteristics of Jingge. His writing is still interesting, talkative and implicit, and he believes that the so-called grand narrative is done by others. He has always maintained a passion for women, and he is not stingy with his praise, although he is occasionally suspected of being repetitive and excessive. He is still used to dealing with authority in a playful way. No matter how serious the occasion is, he will make the room full of laughter. However, God knows how serious he is. He writes seriously, plays with toys seriously, falls in love seriously, jokes seriously, and plays himself seriously as a completely careless person.
It has also changed, that is, his hairstyle, curly hair, straight hair, long or short. In recent years, it seems to be fixed, straight hair, longer than the average man, probably the length of Shakespeare's hair.
I have never seen Jingge with curly hair, but I have seen photos, which look like Eason Chan for a short time and Shakespeare for a long time. I like Eason Chan. He is funny in public and a little depressed in private. Shakespeare, as our colleague, is close at heart. Jingge is thin, with a high nose, big eyes and deep eye sockets, and looks like Shakespeare in profile. With this idea, I feel closer to Shakespeare.
I always thought Jing Gezha's hair looked good. I told him several times that sometimes he would tie it for a while and then secretly put it down in order not to refute my face. Maybe he doesn't think this is like Shakespeare?