The weather has been a bit hot and humid lately, and it rained a little bit last night, so the humidity in the air is not low.

It is said that life is like chocolate, you never know what the next piece will taste like, but Zhao Fusheng thought so, because he never expected that Mu Qingqing would appear in front of him again.

is still so light and light, still so quiet and elegant, Mu Qingqing, even if he just stands there, is like a moving landscape painting.

Zhao Fusheng is a man, and for a beautiful and intellectual girl like Mu Qingqing, he is naturally quite eye-catching.

After all, everyone will actually have a throbbing from the heart of the perfect opposite sex around them at some point, even if it is like a different life, for him, it is actually the same.

Because even from the perspective of an adult, Mu Qingqing is still so outstanding.

"Zhao Fusheng, you are back. ”

Mu Qingqing's face showed a relieved expression, obviously, seeing Zhao Fusheng made her breathe a sigh of relief.

His brows furrowed, Zhao Fusheng's eyes looked at a young man standing behind Mu Qingqing, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome appearance, the two of them stood together, looking more like a pair of beautiful people.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhao Fusheng asked quietly taking a step back.

Although Mu Qingqing is a goddess, it has nothing to do with herself.

The mother of a man surnamed Zhang once solemnly warned her son: In this world, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she can deceive people.

The four words "beautiful woman" in themselves represent countless troubles.

This point, from the way the boy behind Mu Qingqing looked at him, Zhao Fusheng had already clearly felt it.

To put it simply, it's looking at the eyes of a rival in love.

After all, Zhao Fusheng is dozens of years old, and he can't be as knowledgeable as a young man, but he will not show any kindness to a person of the same sex who shows hostility towards him.

"Well, I'd like to ask you to join our poetry club. Mu Qingqing smiled slightly, as if she didn't notice the turbulent undercurrent between the two opposite sexes.

pointed to the tall boy and said to Zhao Fusheng, "This is Li Zhiyuan, the president of our school's poetry club." ”

"Hello, I'm Li Zhiyuan. The tall boy walked over and stretched out his hand to Zhao Fusheng.

"Hello, Zhao Fusheng. Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook hands with the other party.

It seems that there is a tacit understanding, and the hands of the two people are just shaking in the void, and there is no real contact.

It is said that the same sex repels each other, the opposite sex attracts, and the more excellent two people of the same sex meet together, they will repel each other in dating. In fact, there is some truth to this.

After all, like a proud male peacock, in front of the beautiful opposite sex, every man always hopes that he is the most eye-catching.

Li Zhiyuan is obviously Mu Qingqing's admirer, and Zhao Fusheng can see this from his eyes.

But it's a pity that the other party can't see that he is not so close to Mu Qingqing.

In Li Zhiyuan's eyes, this guy named Zhao Fusheng is a shameless person who sells his reputation and uses the name of writing poetry to get close to Mu Qingqing.

It is often said that the hardest thing to do is to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Zhao Fusheng now has such feelings, because no matter how he keeps his distance from Mu Qingqing, maybe in Li Zhiyuan's eyes, it is a big mistake to write those two poems that Mu Qingqing admires and wants to pull himself into the poetry club.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to join your poetry club. ”

Zhao Fusheng said to Mu Qingqing, his expression was quite sincere, very serious, and even blinked his eyes hard, hoping that Mu Qingqing could feel his sincerity.

But it's a pity that Colonel Mu didn't get what Zhao Fusheng wanted to express at all, and looked at him confusedly: "Why?"

In Mu Qingqing's view, poetry is literature, art, and a release of people's hearts and minds.

Zhao Fusheng now feels that the young woman of literature and art is really terrible.

Li Zhiyuan, who was on the side, was still fanning the flames there, "Classmate Zhao, if you feel that Qingqing's invitation is not sincere enough, what conditions can you put forward." ”

I mention your uncle!

Zhao Fusheng couldn't wait to smash a punch in the face of this bastard, let him say this, what kind of person has he become?

"You're mistaken, I'm just not interested in this. Zhao Fusheng was patient and said to Li Zhiyuan.

"Not interested?"

Li Zhiyuan didn't speak, Mu Qingqing's face changed slightly, and he looked at Zhao Fusheng: "What do you mean, do you think it's not important to write poems?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly, he really couldn't explain to this Mu Qingqing, he couldn't say that he wrote these two poems purely to help Tan Kaixuan pursue Hu Xia.

If that were the case, it was estimated that Mu Qingqing would definitely be disappointed.

"I don't mean that, I mean, if you write poetry in your dorm every day, you might as well go to real life and do something meaningful for this country. Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and spoke.

To deal with a literary and artistic young man like Mu Qingqing, you have to impress him with things like ideals.

"Something meaningful?" Mu Qingqing frowned slightly, looking at Zhao Fusheng, obviously not understanding the meaning of Zhao Fusheng's words.

"Yes, the experience of learning to swim is to choke on a few mouthfuls of water, and if a poet wants to truly express the voice that truly belongs to an era, he should go into life. Zhao Fusheng said unashamedly, ignoring Li Zhiyuan's eyes next to him that were about to erupt into flames.

"If you really want to write good poetry, you might as well spend two or three years teaching in the mountains and really experience life. ”

Zhao Fusheng looked at Mu Qingqing and said his real suggestion.

The girl who used to go abroad after graduating from college, perhaps because of the oppression of reality, or because she recognized her surroundings, she was no longer the goddess who made people shine, but became a mediocre person who went with the flow.

A girl like Mu Qingqing may be every boy's dream when he is young, like a flower that never withers, accompanying him through the best period of his youth, experiencing wind and rain.

Then, with the impermanence of the world, with the vicissitudes of life, all the past events are scattered like the wind.

We are too close to the memories and too far from freedom. Sometimes I can't forget it, I just love the memories. One hesitation, one betrayal, one accident, enough to make it wither. Break free from everything and disappear.

All that is left behind are unforgettable memories and the past.

And that's life, it's growth, it's a process that everybody has to go through.

People who have not experienced all this will naturally not understand Zhao Fusheng's complicated mood at this moment, looking at Mu Qingqing, who is still ignorant and immersed in his own world, it is difficult for him to imagine what he has experienced in those years abroad, making a girl full of ideals become a secular woman.

Perhaps, this is the price of growth.

And now, what Zhao Fusheng can do is to make Mu Qingqing's life a little more "exciting".