Xingxing

“Cangcang, what does this poem mean?” “Basically... it's not a poem, it's a ci.” ...? “It's Ouyang Xiu's ‘Butterflies Love Flowers.’” ...? “To me, it sounds like someone complaining about a girl who doesn't understand romance.” ...? “Cangcang, I don't get why he couldn't just say what he meant. Why did he have to write a poem, I mean, a ci, and give it to me when he knows I can't understand it?” After a long silence, she said, “Xingxing, basically, if you don't want to call me Teacher Lin, you can call me Nurse Lin. Though... I don't want that either, but the truth is, I'm just a tiny bit younger than you.”