Sometimes we live not for the sake of living, for the sake of other peoples eyes, or for the sake of our so-called self-esteem. Temperament is the result of natural and acquired interaction, something in the bone. Siyao belongs to the type of wearing luxurious clothes to deter people and clothes to be fresh and refined. And glasses are the kind of gorgeous clothes you can wear. Im poor, let alone cloth? Ha-ha. Siyao and his eyes walk side by side on the road is a strange picture, completely unable to let people feel the two people in the world of poetry and books in the scene of group. Siyaos father was a frequent visitor to the eyeglasses cabin, of course, a less friendly one. Every time he arrives, it means an insult. Such persistence, timeliness and quantity are his poverty and his anger. He can only use this rude and rude way to try to break up the love that never allowed to happen in his eyes but has already happened. Every time, Siyao shielded his glasses, confronted his fathers irrationality with silence and anger in his eyes, and protected them. The glasses bear silently, trying to turn a deaf ear to force themselves to think only of Siyaos love. But the ears are not so obedient, on the contrary, they seem unusually sharp. Every word and sentence is like a steel needle, constantly stimulating his original sensitive and fragile self-esteem, constantly reminding him that he is only a poor scholar with no merit, together with Siyao, that is, toad wants to eat swan meat... Siyaos father left and it was late at night. They are relatively silent, glasses look at Siyao, eyes full of guilt, this lady lady, giving up the enviable life, giving up the dazzling lure of prosperity, willing to wither with him in this cold hut, is really wronged her: "Siyao, Im sorry, you should have lived a comfortable and elegant life." But I am trapped in this cold and dilapidated cottage for the sake of my incompetence. Siyao pressed his finger against the thin lip of his glasses and shook his head. "You know what? Meeting you is the greatest happiness of my life. In the past, although life was rich, I always felt that life lacked a touch of the most moving color, everything seemed so pale and ignorant. It wasnt until I met you that I realized that my life was just waiting for you. You are the most knowledgeable person in the world. You are the only one who can touch the deepest part of my heart besides my mother. Boya met his son in Guyaoqin at the mouth of Hanyang River in the past. Boya Guqin, Zhi Gaoshan, Zishi said: Good, Emei Ruotai Mountain! Aiming at flowing water, Zishi said: good, foreign like rivers! Boyas thoughts will be acquired in the future. When Zi died, he felt sorry for the Mid-Autumn Festival and built his tomb by the river. Boya grieved, playing the ancient song "Alpine Running Water", the song, said that the world is no longer ignorant, but broken the piano strings, never drum for life. Later generations of poetry cloud: broken Yaoqin Fengweihan, sub-period is not playing to whom! Spring breeze is full of friends, it is difficult to find intimate friends. You are my bosom friend, my world. If you leave, I will be like an uncles tooth. I have no love in my life. "Siyao!" The glasses tightly embraced Siyaos delicate body and his happiness. In addition to Siyaos father, there are many people who hate the luck of glasses. Yang Xiao is one of the best. Yang Xiaos means are the same as Siyaos fathers. Although he tried hard and lamely concealed his irrationality in front of Siyao, his jealousy made him totally unable to maintain his "demeanor" as he thought. Yang Xiao would never come to the roadside Pavilion before, which would make him feel cheap, but now he is keen to wait for the appearance of Siyao and glasses in the small flour shop. Every time he sat at table three, he would order the most expensive dishes in the flour shop, fill the whole table, but hardly eat them, because these dishes in the flour shop were garbage in his eyes. Eyeglasses and Siyao came in, ignoring the ignorant prince, and went straight to the "happy table". "Boss, bowl noodles." The glasses started ordering as usual. "Good, brother. What noodles do you have today? Or a bowl of fresh pepper sauce and meat noodles for two? "Cut. Poor acid." Before the glasses answered, Yangs ridicule came. "I said four eyes, why are you so bad? Just noodles? When its cold, we dont order a few high-calorie shepherds purse. We also eat a bowl of noodles for two people, and we dont feel cold. She neglected the beautiful woman beside her. Of course, you are accustomed to it. Poor boys have been poor since childhood. They cant eat any good food. Only have pity on our family Siyao, follow your poor sufferings! Otherwise, Ive ordered a lot of food here, and I dont disdain eating these low-grade foods. Id better reward you. Im afraid youll have a hard time eating these big fish and meat several times a year, haha. Yang Xiaos arrogance and frivolity not only angered the glasses, Siyao, but also the owner of the small noodle shop. The food cooked by himself was honor to the chef. It was everything. His delicate dishes were trampled by Yang Xiao so that he was full of anger. But now he dares not say angry, because Yang Xiao is an absolute big customer for this humble small flooring shop. But the weak also have the way of revenge, Yang Xiao did not know, since then, every time he ordered food will be "special cuisine" by the boss. Yang Xiao felt addicted. He walked up to Siyao with a plate of spareribs and filled it with flattering laughter. "Siyao, eat some spareribs. Dont starve yourself. Ill be distressed." Eye slanting glasses, full of contempt and provocation. The glasses have reached the extreme of rage, and this public humiliation has shattered his fragile self-esteem and rendered his reason meaningless. He put his left hand in his pocket and squeezed the only 100 yuan, which was his living expenses for a week. If it was used up, he really did not know how to live in the future. His hand was shaking and hesitating. Siyao felt the anger and humiliation of his glasses. He grasped his right hand and tried to calm him down. But Siyaos actions make his glasses feel more useless and poor. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the precious one hundred yuan: "I have money, I dont need your alms. Boss, give me a sparerib!" The owner of the noodle shop knows the shortage of glasses: "Brother, you cant eat such inexpensive dishes, or eat noodles. How about chop noodles today?" "No! Boss, Im going to have spareribs today! No noodles!" The glasses lost their modesty and gentleness, almost hysterically shouting. "Okay, brothers, dont be angry, spareribs are coming, right away!" The boss went into the kitchen, scooped up a spoonful of spareribs and cooked them, thought about it, and cut half of the white radish into the pot. Poor boy, I have to make him full and spend less money... When the dishes were served, the glasses almost madly clamped the spareribs into Siyaos bowl and said, "Siyao, eat spareribs, eat spareribs!" Siyao, full of tears, swallowed the long-lost buckwheat with difficulty, nodded desperately, and tried to laugh and said, "Its delicious. Its delicious. Its the best sparerib Ive ever tasted..." The whole table is lonely, sad and painful... I dont know how to end the dinner, walking home, Siyaos heart turned upside down. She felt like Yuji, but the glasses around her were definitely not the overwhelming king of Chu who was still brave by the Wujiang River. They are not surrounded by conquerable Han troops at this moment, but by lingering contempt for their eyes and hearts. She felt that her eyeglassesself-esteem had collapsed, and her cherished, carefully maintained fragile love, all around singing, shaking... Chu Song is over.