Seeing that although Lin Yujing was in the poetry club, she was not interested in being a poet at all, Jiang Che was relieved, otherwise, with her academic tyrant attributes, she really had that mind, and she would not have written such nonsense.

In fact, in Jiang Che's eyes, this kind of nonsense is the real feeling, compared to her really feeling nostalgic, painful, and carrying something every day, it's not too cute.

really met a girl who was worried about Fu Xinshiqiang all day long, worried about the times and spirit, Jiang Che definitely ran away.

The normal task of modern reborn people is to copy songs, this Jiang Che has not played for the time being, but he can actually play it, such as copying a few short and tight campus ballads first, and then throwing out the songs of Xu Wei and Pu Shu in advance, and this era will definitely be beautiful.

It's a pity that this job doesn't seem to be very profitable for the time being, and it's not worth it.

If you write poetry, it's not about ancient times, and to be honest, there's really nothing to copy. The essence of modern poetry is basically finished at this point, and it is necessary to say that it has created a famous poet for himself...... It's unrealistic, and Jiang Che can't bear the embarrassment in his heart.

In addition, it doesn't make sense, the reason is still not to make money.

Lin Yujing's mood was a little rippling today, and it was rare to be coquettish, so she shook Jiang Che's arm and said, "Write it, I've lost such a big face, you can also lose it." ”

It turned out to be this logic, well, two stinky shameless ones.

Since Jiang Che is here today, he is thinking of coming to get used to her, after all, for this day, Miss Lin said twice and waited for two lives.

Just coaxing the little girl's words, with Lin Yujing's "poem" as the standard, she doesn't pay attention to anything, and the difficulty is not great, Jiang Che thought about it and wrote a sentence on the blank page:

[In my lifetime, when we meet on a narrow road, we will not be spared. 】

This lyric is from Lin Xi's hand, the song is sung by Faye Wong, called "Flowing Years", which is used to describe Jiang Che's mood when he met Lin Yujing again before, which is actually very appropriate, and even combined with the experience of his previous life, it can also touch his heart a little.

Lin Yujing was silent for a while after reading it, without the slightest emotion, and looked up and said, "It looks pretty good, but is this also a poem?"

Of course, it's not a poem, but Miss Lin......

Jiang Che argued: "Yours counts, why don't mine count?"

Lin Yujing spread out the notebook, pointed it, and said confidently: "Mine still has a bit of format and completeness." ”

Jiang Che was not convinced, and added another sentence.

The event officially began, and the two men stopped arguing.

…………

Compared with Lin Yujing's mind, Jiang Che's attitude was not correct, most of the students on the scene were still very enthusiastic about poetry, and a girl with a high-pitched voice on the stage had just finished reciting a poem by Beidao, and she burst into tears when she got off the stage.

Someone in the audience shouted: "Hit the North Island." ”

A controversy ensued with enthusiasm and ideals, and at least five or six people joined in on the spot, bringing tears to their eyes from the perspectives of nation, humanity, hope, and so on.

Although Jiang Che understood that this was because of the times, he really couldn't invest in it, and he got goosebumps.

Under the buttocks, he was sitting on pins and needles, and while scribbling, he said to Lin Yujing: "In the future, you should retire from this poetry club." ”

"I paid for it. ”

After Lin Yujing finished speaking, she peeked at her roommates, approached, and secretly stuffed two hundred yuan into Jiang Che's pocket, saying, "You came to see me for a few months' salary...... These, please eat later, you will give them to me in front of my roommate. ”

Jiang Che's heart fluttered.

At this time, there was a long-haired male poet on the stage, reciting a poem of his own, and Jiang Che didn't know what the specific level was, because he didn't hear it clearly, and he didn't dare to listen to it.

I saw his long hair and arms waving wildly.

When he finished reciting, Lin Yujing asked, "How is the tea house now?"

Jiang Che said: "It's much better, I don't live in a tent anymore, and it will get better and better slowly." ”

"Well, what about Dong'er?"

As soon as Lin Yujing asked, the roommates sitting in the front row also turned back, lowered their voices, and asked everything about Qu Dong'er.

The long-haired poet stepped down in applause, he came from a foreign school to communicate, and there have been many "poets" and "singers" running from one school to another, mixing dormitories and canteens, and in the name of this, not only can they eat and drink, but they can even mix a few girls.

To put it simply, such a poet is about the same as some underground rock bands that can't get enough in this era, lacking everything, that is, there is no shortage of brain-dead girls.

"How are you feeling?" asked the long-haired man as he walked up to a few poets.

A few people touted a few words as usual.

"What do you think, Guangxing?" asked the long-haired poet again.

Zhu Guangxing is the president of the poetry club, a junior, and it is said that he is Lin Yujing's direct senior.

As a poet, the enthusiasm and courage to pursue girls are probably always higher than ordinary people, and his self-confidence is stronger, and he has written love poems to confess, under the pretext of asking Lin Yujing to help give some advice.

The result didn't get better results, and maybe Lin Yujing didn't watch it at all...... Because of this, President Zhu, who is also a famous campus poet and has a lot of admired girls, is a little unbearable.

"Brother Guangxing?" he didn't respond, and the long-haired poet asked again.

"Oh, very good, very powerful, this poem has a tearing sense that shocks the times, abandons the traditional disease-free moan, is gorgeous and earthy, warm and piercing like a knife. ”

Zhu Guangxing coped with it, but it sounded very sincere.

In fact, he hadn't listened to the long-haired poet's recitation just now, and his attention was all on Lin Yujing and the secondary school student next to her.

"This is the secondary school student, the rural teacher, right?" He Zhu Guangxing, a familiar poet next to him, answered.

Zhu Guangxing grimaced and nodded.

Lin Yujing's roommates all know the specific situation of Jiang Che, so it is normal for it to be passed out. For example, if you have written a love letter to Lin Yujing but it was rejected, and you have told her that she has a boyfriend, you can't help but ask.

"It's a pity, I thought you would be able to play it before you graduated. One said.

"Looks like a lot of people know you've chased her, huh?" said another.

"Really?" Zhu Guangxing said, "Do you think I can't do it?"

There was no host on the stage, and the last student who finished the recitation followed the newspaper: "Next, we welcome President Zhu to recite his new work "Dust" to everyone. ”

Applause rang out.

Zhu Guangxing came to the stage, and immediately glanced at Jiang Che, his gaze stayed.

Many people on the spot were reminded by his gaze and found out about it.

Soon, Jiang Che felt that a lot of eyes fell on him directly or inadvertently. This is actually a very common thing, if a boy with an unfamiliar face suddenly sits next to other girls, it will be very related at a glance, and everyone will have to take a few looks.

The words "secondary school student" and "mountain village teacher" occasionally appear after "Lin Yujing's boyfriend".

This kind of thing of superiority, for generations, under any circumstances, has never died...... Especially when people need to get back on the field.

Some of the voices were whispered for fear that he would hear, and a few were deliberately afraid that he would not hear them.

"So what, I can't stand people looking good. ”

In the midst of the discussion, there was a girl's voice, which was quite loud, and many people laughed.

With this sentence, Jiang Che generously didn't care about them.

"Why don't we go?" Lin Yujing had worries, guilt, and even a little anger on her face.

Jiang Che didn't pay attention to it too much, and he hadn't found out where the direct hostility came from, so out of politeness, he smiled and said, "I'm already on stage and I'm going to start reciting, wait until this recitation is finished, otherwise it's rude." ”

Lin Yujing looked into his eyes and nodded happily.

"I would like to temporarily change the work and recite another poem to you, and the name of this poem is called "Waiting for a Thousand Years". After Zhu Guangxing finished speaking, his eyes looked in one direction and began to recite:

From tonight onwards, I will stop looking up under the stars.

Because your eyes attract my gaze more than the stars.

I've seen you, I remember you.

You ask me when.

I can't answer.

I just remember that at that time Sahara was still the sea.

I've been waiting for a thousand years,

……】

This poem is actually not of a high level, but Zhu Guangxing's reputation and status are there, applause rang out, and the voice of praise dominated the discussion in the audience.

Jiang Che and Lin Yujing clapped their hands while clapping their heads, whispering to each other, preparing to leave.

Zhu Guangxing looked at it, and said impulsively: "I want to give this poem to Lin Yujing, who is sitting over there." ”

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Because this is in front of someone's boyfriend, and the poem just now, whether it's good or not, it's really suitable for confession, and when I think about it, even the name of the poem is deliberately meaningful...... It seems that Zhu Guangxing is not impulsive.

Everyone turned around and looked at Lin Yujing.

Lin Yujing raised her head, faced with those eyes, confused, and asked her roommate in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

The sound was really quiet, but it was still heard by some people.

It's, it's, it's very, it's difficult, it's ugly.

Did she deliberately resolve it this way? Many people speculated.

Zhu Guangxing was unwilling, gritted his teeth, simply pointed the goal more clearly, and said with a smile: "That classmate seems to be a fresh face, I don't know which school came to exchange poet friends, can you please come up and recite your works to everyone?"

He pointed his hand directly at Jiang Che.

Several of Lin Yujing's roommates suddenly became a little worried.

This scene is very embarrassing, Zhu Guangxing is obviously using his strengths to find Jiang Che to find a new look, and even directly in front of Lin Yujing, even if he can't snatch it, he has to say that Lin Yujing is because of his poor vision.

And Jiang Che's previous conversation at the door told them that he wouldn't know this at all.

Lin Yujing wanted to stand up, but Jiang Che held her hand, a child's self-righteousness, wanting to break Jiang Che's stable aura, what kind of joke.

"I'm not a poet and can't write poetry. Jiang Che said calmly with a smile.

A low laugh, in the eyes of some people, he had already been defeated for a while, but Zhu Guangxing had a feeling of hitting his fist on the cotton, he was not puzzled, and continued without thinking about it: "Then which school is it?"

"I've graduated. ”

"Graduated at such a young age, technical secondary school?"

"Hmm. ”

"Isn't it working? How about the distribution?" people who don't know it sounds usual, but anyone who knows a little bit knows that these questions are asked knowingly, and Zhu Guangxing is too much.

"Teaching in a mountain village in Nanguan. ”

"Oh. Zhu Guangxing smiled with satisfaction, he felt that now that the two of them were placed together, the contrast was strong enough.

…………

At the end of the recitation of another poem, Jiang Che applauded, and then left. Lin Yujing happily followed, just now Jiang Che told her not to be unhappy about anything today.

Taking advantage of this gap, a girl muttered to herself, "I don't think it's necessary." "Yes, being able to go to the mountains to teach proves that people are very good." "And it's pretty. ”

I didn't expect it to be this effect, and in the minute discussion, Zhu Guangxing was a little annoyed, walked up to the stage, spread his hands, and said with a not very good-looking face:

"As a poet, is there anything wrong with me expressing my emotions and sending a poem to my classmates? As for the other friend, since he doesn't understand poetry, he is afraid of embarrassment here, and he has the self-knowledge to choose to leave first, isn't it normal?"

He was arguing with reason and secretly changing concepts, but the discussion in the audience stopped for the time being.

"Oops, I forgot to put away the quiet notebook and pen. Du Xiaoying, who was originally sitting in the same row as Jiang Chelin and Yu Jing, looked at the table and said.

"I'll help her bring it back. Zhao E turned around, directly picked up the notebook on the table, and glanced at it, "Hey, it's not quiet handwriting...... So he can write poetry? hahaha......"

She is an outgoing character, talking and watching at the same time, looking at it and laughing out loud.

One song, another song, it's good to look at the first few sentences, but it's always crooked when it's written.

Zhu Guangxing said: "What poem is so funny, why don't you take it out and laugh together?"