She thought that he should be a real gentleman, not like the former hypocrite, the stinky rascal who should have led her to realize her dreams and redemption.

Such people are worth waiting, just like waiting for a beautiful flower, because they always bloom for their favorite people, and like waiting for the moon in the sky, because only by waiting will it appear more beautiful.

She waited a long time for him to ask her what her name was, for him to ask her where she came from and where she was going.

But he didn't, he just used his star-like eyes to describe the wind and clouds he saw, praising the gifts of heaven and earth, and expressing them in poetry.

The wind

Please don't leave in such a hurry

Please brush my face

Because it has my nostalgia for you on it

Clouds

Please don't change so quickly

Please look me in the eye

Because it has in it my firmness towards you

"Does that sound good?" he asked her after reciting his magnum opus.

She nodded, "That's good." ”

"Do you know how to compose poetry?"

"A little. ”

"You shouldn't say yes a little, because it will make you lose confidence and your enthusiasm for this wonderful world. ”

"Oh, I listen to you. ”

"Then you can make a song too. ”

"I.... "She's a little shy.

"Don't be afraid, you just treat me as a naïve child, and children never laugh at adults who can write poetry. ”

As he spoke, he brought a pile of grain and grass from the edge of the field, and sat there upright, like an obedient schoolboy.

She was amused by him and smiled sweetly, "You really don't laugh at me?"

"I swear by your smile, if I laugh at you, let Heaven punish me and never see your smile again. ”

She tried to be as serious as she could: "If you praise the wind and the clouds, then I will praise the sun and these straws." ”

"Okay, I'll wait. "He was very polite.

She frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and made a sound like singing in her mouth.

Brilliant in the sky

That's the hope you kindle with your life

This intimate temperature

Like a mother's warm embrace

I closed my eyes gently

Sit on yellowed straw

I smell the hope of the fields

I laughed softly

A touch of harvest gold rippled on the lips

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

He stood up and clapped his hands vigorously, as if he was praising the woman in front of him with all his enthusiasm.

But out of the corners of his eyes, there was a kind of pride of a hunter, not wanting the body of the prey, but wanting the beauty of the prey.

"Is my poetry really good?" she asked, a little shyly.

He nodded, and the hunter's gaze was gone, only the poet's romance.

"Poetry is like people, people are like poetry, your poems are like your people, with a desire for hope and an expectation of life. To be honest, Mr. Tang, even I am ashamed of myself. ”

"Teacher Tang?"

She didn't pay attention to his compliments, she only cared about one thing.

"You know what my last name is?"

He smiled, "I not only have your surname, but also know your name, the moon is like Wanhua, how can I bear to say goodbye to the beauty?"

She blushed and felt her heart pounding, "You, how did you know my name?"

His eyes were still misty with that hazy light, "If I say I'm guessing, do you believe me?"

"I believe it. She nodded, feeling that at this moment, she believed everything.

"But I don't believe it. ”

Just then, a voice interjected, like a savage sword, piercing the fortress of civilization and bringing a disgusting fishy smell.

Flam tongue, put a long line to drop big fish, pretend to be a saint and pretend to be a poet, and the gentleman is not a group...

Wu Yingcheng didn't know how to describe his current mood, or he didn't know how to scold the rival in front of him.

When others are reborn, everything goes smoothly, and women come to women, and men come to men.

What's wrong with me, three thousand weak water, only one float, three thousand beauties, only one person, but this kind of result is achieved.

It's okay to have a son-in-law who can only take by force, but it's a woman-like lascivious poet with almost zero defense, a god-like rival in love.

You are a thief, are you testing the love of Lao Tzu, or is it testing Lao Tzu's patience?

Watching his wife show affection to others, isn't this murderous?

The more Wu Yingcheng thought about it, the more angry he became, and strode over, snatching the box in Zhang Weizhong's hand, and was about to take Tang Yuewan's red little hands.

But he suddenly found that in those big eyes, there was no familiar intimacy, only fear to dodge, no heart-to-heart trust, only hatred like bone.

Only then did he realize that he had lost his temper.

I have been sued, you have not woken up, I only have your beauty in my eyes, but you no longer have my handsomeness in your heart.

Perhaps, this is the truest feeling in Wu Yingcheng's heart, and only he can experience this unspeakable pain.

Rebirth may be able to successfully recover the wealth you once lost, but it may not be able to successfully regain the love you once had.

For the first time, he realized the danger of being reborn, which made him quickly calm down, and he controlled his feelings and expressions like his father controlled his brush gun.

Yes, he came today, not to be angry, but to recover his woman, calm down, and determine what to say in the next sentence according to his understanding of Tang Yuewan's character.

Tang Yuewan's personality is like a cat, curious and vigilant, suspicious and loyal, likes to test whether you love her enough, and often reflects on whether she loves you enough, and she also likes to write them into paragraphs of poetry and record them in her secret book.

Tang Yuewan really likes to write poems, she writes mountains into poems, water into poems, love in her heart into poems, hate in her heart into poems, thoughts into poems, nightmares into poems...

After retiring, he also published a collection of poems "My You and Him", not to mention, the sales were not bad.

It's just that Wu Yingcheng doesn't have the ability to borrow this, but in comparison, Zhang Weizhong has more advantages.

Thinking about it, the only thing that can be borrowed is her curiosity.

"Teacher Tang, don't be afraid, I am the person sent by the school to pick you up. ”

Sure enough, her long eyelashes moved, although she was still vigilant, she couldn't control the curiosity in her heart, "How do you know that I am Teacher Tang?"

Wu Yingcheng glanced at Zhang Weizhong, he just smiled slightly, and didn't say anything, that is, there was the free and easy of a poet, and there was also a sense of condescending overlook of a general.

He also believes that his posture can easily make a farmer succumb to it, or even look up.

But Wu Yingcheng lived for sixty-two years in his last life, and he has seen too many young people who pretend to be cold, who seem to be invincible in the world, but in fact they are vulnerable, this kind of person has nothing but self-righteous stubbornness.

Pride and self-confidence are his greatest strengths, and they are also his greatest strengths.

"I'm the same as him. Wu Yingcheng said.

"Oh, you guessed too?" Tang Yuewan asked curiously.

"No, I went to the commune to ask. ”

But he guessed. ”

"Oh, so I could guess so much more. ”

"What's the matter?"

"You were born in '59, and your parents are both university professors. ”

"Ah, how do you know?"

Tang Yuewan had a feeling of being seen through, and she seemed a little uneasy, but with a pair of big eyes, she glanced at Wu Yingcheng curiously, as if she was going to see him through.

Anyway, it felt so unfair that he knew himself so well and that he didn't know anything about him.

Wu Yingcheng glanced at Zhang Weizhong again, his arrogance had begun to rout, and his somewhat chapped lips moved slightly, wanting to defend himself, but he didn't want to show that he cared.

Wu Yingcheng just wanted him to say that he wanted to drag him off the altar he had created in Tang Yuewan's heart.

"It's very simple, your information is recorded in the book of Secretary Wu of the commune, as long as you inquire as a teacher, it is easy to know. ”

"Oh, really?"

Tang Yuewan said, her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked at Zhang Weizhong.

Yes, she has a crush on him, but that's based on trust.

No one likes someone who deceives them, unless they are too much in love.

It's a pity that Zhang Weizhong doesn't have such magic yet, and Tang Yuewan is not so easy to convert good feelings into lovers.

"Did you see this in the Commune too?" she asked.

"This.... ”

Zhang Weizhong's finally couldn't hold on, his face was flushed, the romance and pride of the poet did not allow him to be questioned like this, but this guy who suddenly came out made him unable to refute.

He keenly felt that this guy would hinder him from hunting for the beauty in front of him, and he had to hold his turf.

He quickly sorted out his disturbed thoughts, and helped the not very thick eyes.

"Teacher Tang, I just saw that I was too bored along the way, so I just made a joke with you. ”

"Oh, really?"

Tang Yuewan not only did not eliminate the doubts in her heart, but maintained more vigilance.

"Hmm. ”

He nodded and stretched out his hand, of course not to hold Tang Yuewan's hand, so that he would not make such a low-level mistake like that second farmer.

"Shall I help you get the box?"

His meaning was obvious, let Tang Yuewan take the box back from Wu Yingcheng's hand, and then hand it over to him.

That way, he could be sure how much the woman in front of him cared about him, and how much she didn't trust this brute who suddenly barred in and broke their romantic conversation.

Wu Yingcheng knew that his opportunity had come, and knew that Zhang Weizhong's ridiculous arrogance would make him completely defeat him.

Men, it turns out that a generous man is the performance of a warrior, and it is easier to capture the hearts of women, rather than the men on TV who will repay and kill people in order to pretend to be forced.

He walked over and grabbed Zhang Weizhong's box with his relatively strong hand.

"Teacher Zhang, Principal Wu said, let me take you Teacher Tang to the school together. ”

It didn't matter if he agreed or not, when he was stunned, he snatched it over and made a gesture of please.