Shi Jiaqin wanted to follow Su Yu out, but after turning her head and seeing her mother, she stopped.

Principal Song was looking at the book at the moment, tears raining down.

"Mom. Shi Jiaqin had never seen her mother so fragile and sad, and the mother and daughter were connected, she couldn't help but have a sour nose, followed by tears, and ran over.

When she saw the words in the book, Shi Jiaqin was also stunned, and then couldn't help crying.

"Mom, you still have me. Shi Jiaqin hugged Principal Song and cried: "You still have me......"

Principal Song couldn't hold back any longer, hugged his daughter and cried bitterly, the memory and fragility hidden in the depths of his memory poured out, and he couldn't help himself.

"Well, I still have a daughter. Principal Song hugged his daughter tightly, tears streaming down his face.

Su Yan didn't know how much impact this poem had on Principal Song, but one thing was clear, Principal Song's favorite poem in his life was probably this one.

When he came to the backstage of the venue, Su Yu's mobile phone vibrated and he received a text message.

"Thank you. ”

It was a text message from Principal Song.

After saying everything that should be said, Su Yu hesitated for a moment and replied with a text message: "My sister is still young, she can rejuvenate her again, don't grow old alone." ”

……

That night, the old guys who had been chasing Principal Song for more than ten months to ask Su Yu for those two poems got an exciting news.

Principal Song sent a message in the group that she was going to make public the two poems of Su Yu, who had been hidden for more than a year.

"What?"

"Xiao Song, you are finally willing to give up. ”

"Sister Song, we've been waiting for more than a year, let's announce it quickly, I can't wait. ”

"Xiao Song, release it quickly, my old bones are about to be unable to hold up and sink into the ground. ”

“……”

A group of members of the National Writers' Association became active in the group again.

Principal Song sent a message unhurriedly: "It's today." Nian Nujiao wrote me another poem. ”

"What?"

A group of old guys are full of glory, and the little guys are stimulated, "Sister, I'm in Delingha tonight" came out, and then there was another big work.

Also, Principal Song originally had a new work. I'm willing to throw away the old ones, the old guys thought to themselves.

"How's that poem?"

Someone asked, Delong Wangshu.

Everyone is looking forward to the news of Principal Song, she has always been proud of Su Yu, she said it herself, presumably that poem will not be bad.

Really.

"I thought those two poems were the most poignant and touching poems I've ever seen, but I was wrong. Principal Song sent a message and said.

Ah, the poets and writers have exploded.

"Old Song, announce it quickly. ”

"Xiao Song. If you hide it again this time, I'm really anxious with you. ”

"Sister Song, you can't torture us anymore. ”

"Send it out. ”

“……”

All kinds of shouts, and on Principal Song's side, she held the notebook, she couldn't put it down, and her eyes were moist at the same time.

"The little guy is very distressing, I hope everyone will support him a lot. He developed in the entertainment industry and was envied and slandered. At the critical moment, I hope you can stretch out your hands to help you. Principal Song sent a message.

"That's nature, others don't understand the little guy, don't we understand yet?"

"Yes, the little guy certainly has a mortal side, but his poetry means that he lives a nobler life than many, many people. He is a cultural treasure belonging to Daqin and a treasure of the whole world. ”

"Wen is like a person, he has stood the test, I have been following him for the past two years, he is very good. ”

“……”

The old guys were full of praise for Su Yana. One person, one poem, can be passed down through the ages.

Su Yu has more than one, there are at least a dozen famous poems through the ages.

"Let's put it on first, on the microwave. Principal Song sent a message in the group, and then uploaded the pictures that had been taken to the microwave.

The microwave in this world is much, much more popular than the world where Su Yu is located.

In Daqin, microwave users are more reckless than QQ users in the previous life, especially after the fourteenth century, the popularity of microwave among these people is very widespread.

The first poem Su Yu wrote to Principal Song was in a notebook, and Principal Song took a photo directly and pasted it on the microwave, with only four words in the title: Nian Nu Jiaozuo.

A large group of veteran writers' association members got the news of Principal Song and hurriedly boarded the microwave.

I've been waiting for more than a year, just waiting for this moment, like being separated from my lover for more than a year, thinking about it day and night, I can see immediately that one by one the monkeys are in a hurry.

Everyone boarded the microwave and looked for Principal Song's microwave homepage.

A picture, the handwriting is both rigid and soft, with a strong folk song charm between the lines.

"Fortune operator

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.

Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love. ”

After reading the words in the picture, the old guys were hooked.

With the Yangtze River as the medium and the water as the love, it describes a period of love between children and daughters that has been passed down through the ages.

No one knows the Yangtze River, and no one knows the water, but it is through these simple and accustomed things that it is associated with an ardent and sincere relationship.

This kind of innocence in the ordinary, affectionate in the ordinary, turning decay into a magical way of writing, returning to the basics and wonderful.

The old fellows were satisfied and exclaimed at the same time, what a genius, how could this little guy write such a poem.

The handwriting is his, that's right, Principal Song also said that he wrote it, can there be a mistake?

However, after appreciating and forwarding, these old guys couldn't cry or laugh.

No wonder Principal Song is hiding, it turns out that this is the case.

Everyone can see that the little guy is molesting Principal Song.

I remember that it was two days after Principal Song stopped the little guy from inscribed a poem to "kill" someone, and it seemed that the little guy was really dissatisfied with Principal Song at that time.

"Haha, like his style, with poetry as a sword, there is no forgiveness for killing. ”

Someone went back to the group to post a message and laughed.

"Xiao Song, haha, I understand why you hid it at that time and didn't show it to everyone. ”

"Sister Song, how does it feel to be attacked by the little guy, cough cough, being molest......ed?

"Xiao Song, everyone collectively mourned for you, you didn't beat him at that time, did you?"

"Haha, the little guy is so cute, even Xiao Song dares to mess with him. ”

“……”

A group of people laughed and laughed there.

Principal Song had long expected everyone's reaction like this, and calmly sent a message: "I originally wanted to put a second one, so forget it." ”

Karma?

The old guys were shocked.

Don't put the second one?

"Xiao Song, cough, just kidding, don't mind. ”

"Xiao Song, we have no malicious intentions, everyone is trying to have a good time. ”

"Sister Song, I was wrong, let's put a second one. ”

"Yes, Xiao Song, don't be angry, I remember that you said that the second poem was your favorite poem, which was more beautiful than "Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia" and "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower". Don't hide it anymore. ”

“……”

Everyone admitted their mistakes and begged Principal Song to play the second song.

"I just put the first song, you just made fun of me like this, and I got the second song. I'll talk about that later. After Principal Song sent the message, the buckle avatar immediately dimmed.

Uh, offline.

The old guys were dumbfounded. (To be continued.) )