Chapter 18:

Wen Shaohua thought about these inexplicable things in his heart, and then looked at Aunt Mei's eyes that understood all things, thought for a long time, and finally said with some embarrassment: "Aunt Mei, please ask you a question." ”

Aunt Mei's expression was calm, but she sneered in her heart: "Hmph, you little brat, I can't get what you say?" ”

"Say!"

"I did bully her, and now I have a very bad relationship with her, although I am now at the same table, but I don't know how to say a word to her, and she seems to hate me very much, and I don't know what to do. Wen Shaohua said honestly.

Hearing this, Aunt Mei tried her best to hold back a smile, and thought for a long time before saying, "Girls are more difficult to figure out. ”

Wen Shaohua nodded fiercely when he heard this, and then he looked at Aunt Mei's eyes a little abnormal, it was a kind of gaze that wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, and the corners of her mouth that had twitched slightly betrayed her completely.

Wen Shaohua spat and said, "Aunt Mei, this is not right!" As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Mei burst out laughing.

"Our little Shaohua is also starting to move his heart, hahahaha!"

Wen Shaohua's face was very ugly, and after waiting for Aunt Mei to finish laughing, he said bitterly: "Aunt Mei, don't go out and talk nonsense, my prestige can't be ruined in this matter!"

Aunt Mei nodded and said casually: "Then don't worry, my mouth is tight!"

When Wen Shaohua saw her appearance, her heart was already half cold, can Aunt Mei's words be believed? In today's words, her words and deeds are full of routines.

Wen Shaohua sighed, and then continued: "You have to answer my question seriously, right?"

Aunt Mei became serious when she heard this, and after thinking for a long time, she said: "Find an opportunity to make it clear to her tomorrow, then apologize, and finally chase her!"

Wen Shaohua's body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground, thinking to herself, how could I let Aunt Mei give me an idea?

When Aunt Mei saw Wen Shaohua's appearance, it was clear that she didn't believe in her strategy, so she just rolled up the clothes on her arms to defend her dignity.

She said solemnly: "Listen to me, think about it, if you don't ask or solve this matter like this, the other party will definitely think that you are a little ghost with no sense of responsibility and responsibility, and will definitely dislike you more and more." ”

Wen Shaohua said a little nervously when he heard this: "Really?"

Aunt Mei nodded affirmatively, but she snickered in her heart, thinking that she still cared about that girl.

Wen Shaohua thought about it, his face turned red again, and even his speech was a little slurred: "After apologizing, can you chase her?"

Aunt Mei nodded.

Wen Shaohua asked again: "Then what if she doesn't agree?"

Aunt Mei heard this and said hatefully: "You just don't agree to this, she doesn't agree, you just do it, at least you have a clear conscience, if you are afraid to do anything, how will you control Haichang Group in the future?"

Wen Shaohua was about to bury his head on the ground in shame.

is still the same sentence, if Wen Shaohua's friends were present, he would definitely not be able to believe his eyes, Wen Shaohua could make such an action, it was like a child who had not grown up.

In the end, Wen Shaohua assured Aunt Mei: "We will definitely live up to expectations!"

Aunt Mei nodded with satisfaction.

In the evening, Wen Shaohua became a little uneasy, and when he thought of what he would do tomorrow, he was even more restless. When the moon was on the branches, Wen Shaohua suddenly remembered the poem.

"The bright moon and the breeze fall slowly, and the three dead leaves are silent at dusk. ”

He crossed over and over the ground, and finally stood still, silently reciting: "Looking at the red sun in a dream, time flies. ”

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Early the next morning, Wen Shaohua came to the school, only to see that Zhao Yingran had already come, and looked at her sitting on the seat, feeling a little uneasy. He didn't say anything, his expression was as calm as he could, and he sat down casually.

During this period, Lin Xiaoni said a few words to Zhao Yingran, Yuan Qian and Feng Que said a few words to Wen Shaohua, and the class bell rang.

Zhao Yingran hurriedly handed me the written poem to Lin Xiaoni, and suddenly heard the sound of Wen Shaohua and Feng Que arguing next to her.

"Oh my God, did you forget to write it for me?" Feng Que covered his forehead and looked at Wen Shaohua in annoyance.

Wen Shaohua's expression remained unchanged and said, "Just deal with it casually." ”

Feng Que was even more annoyed when he saw his pampered appearance, and he asked, "What about your poems?

Wen Shaohua said calmly: "I wrote it." ”

"Holy!"

Then the Chinese teacher entered the classroom, Feng Que returned to his seat in a gloomy manner, and Yuan Tian sat in his place and laughed, causing Feng Que to stare again and again.

The Chinese teacher looked at the students and said in a deep tone: "Seeing that your expression is not very good, most people must be very worried at this time, but please remember that when you are admitted to the university or enter the society in the future, you will remember that my persecution of you today is for your good." As he spoke, he picked up the roster: "Let's get started!"

Listening to the students reciting the poem unhurriedly, and then explaining the meaning of the poem in an eloquent manner, Feng Que thought to himself, Teacher, you also lied to me? Who was not fully prepared for it? What is it that most people are worried at this time?

Feng Que was very aggrieved in his heart, thinking that if there were many classmates who didn't write poems, he wouldn't be too conspicuous, but according to the situation, which one couldn't recite two sentences?

You have to be dignified in school, not only must you have good popularity, but you also have to fight fiercely, and the most important thing is that you can't study too badly, otherwise how can you convince the public?

Well, Feng Que admitted that it was all nonsense just now, the most important thing is that there are so many beautiful female classmates present, and they can't even write a line of poetry, how embarrassing is it?

Thinking of this, he glanced at Wen Shaohua again, and he didn't know what to scold in his mouth.

"Zhao Yingran!"

"Here!"

The Chinese teacher clicked on Zhao Yingran, and Zhao Yingran stood up, held a notebook and began to read poems.

"The bright moon and the breeze fall slowly, and the three dead leaves are silent at dusk. I don't know when in the sky, the world is like a cloud of smoke for a hundred years. ”

The Chinese teacher nodded when he heard this poem, looked at Zhao Yiran and said, "Yes, let's give you another note." ”

Zhao Yingran nodded, and then said: "The first two sentences of the poem are paved with scenery, and the last two sentences are to express emotions, which is also the practice of general ancient style poems. According to the last two lines of my poem, combined with the first two lines of the poem, the overall meaning of the poem is: the moon in the sky is very bright, the breeze is holding the moon slowly falling, and before that, the autumn tree is withered and only three leaves are left, with the dusk is addictive and silent, imagining the past, I don't know when the time in heaven is now, I only know that the world is already a thing and a person, and everything is a thing of the past. This poem is a metaphor for the fate between heaven and earth, as well as the rush of time, which coincides with autumn, which is sad. ”

Lin Xiaoni looked at Zhao Yingran dumbfounded, and in fact, the classmates in the class all had such expressions, including Wen Shaohua.

Being able to write poems doesn't mean anything, but the meaning of the poems written is very important, that is, the central idea that is often talked about.

However, the teacher had no special expression, just silence, and he asked, "Why is there no rhyme foot in the last sentence?"