Cao Yujiao thanked her, and then walked up to the second floor with the railing, which is a spacious large room, about 60 square meters, horizontal 4 vertical 4, with sixteen embroidery frames.

It's just that there is no one at this time, only a set of desks on the front countertop, and I see a woman in her early fifties sitting behind the desk, holding a book in her hand, looking intently.

Her whole person is like the voice on the phone, warm and kind.

"Excuse me, are you Teacher Chang?" Cao Yujiao asked, although she didn't want to break the tranquility.

"I am, who are you?" Chang Youzhen raised her head.

Cao Yujiao was stunned for a while, although the woman in front of her was no longer young, she looked gentle and beautiful, with a temperament like an orchid, and she had a classical charm.

"I'm Cao Yujiao. ”

"It's you, come, come and sit. Chang Youzhen pointed to the chair opposite him with a soft face and made a gesture of please.

Cao Yujiao sat opposite Teacher Chang as she said.

"How do you feel about coming here?" Mr. Chang asked casually.

"When I was a child, I watched the village acting, and I knew that the young lady from a big family lived in the embroidery building, and I felt that the word embroidery building was really beautiful. But when I saw this embroidery building, I was a little lost, and I felt that what I had been yearning for until the end was only my imagination. Cao Yujiao's tone is not difficult to hear, she is a little lost.

Teacher Chang smiled bitterly, "Ten years of turmoil, so that the traditional culture that has been passed down for thousands of years has been hit hard, although it has recovered in recent years, but after all, the civilization that has been destroyed can no longer be repaired, and the thousands of holes here are related to the four old houses that were copied back then, and it is not easy to preserve it like this." ”

"So that's the case, then Teacher Chang, why is there no one?"

"Now that it's winter, the weather is cold, and there are fewer people learning, after all, it's hands-on work, and now young people, there are not many people who are willing to contact these traditional cultures, and the heart is too impetuous, Cao Yujiao, you don't have to worry, even if it's just you, I will teach the course, but I don't know if you can stand this boredom." ”

"Teacher, don't worry. Cao Yujiao's eyes showed firmness.

In this way, Cao Yujiao began her further study life.

In school, the day Yue Jiaoyang and Chen Niannian recited together for the first time was surprisingly good.

Originally, there were all kinds of adolescent men and women in college, and they all went from ignorance to heart for feelings.

And everyone is also an adult, so who doesn't have a crush on a little object, or someone who has a crush.

There are also pairs in the school, and they can't wait to confess their loyalty to each other all the time.

The daily radio essays on campus are just fast food essays that everyone listens to casually during recess.

Unexpectedly, this time, the affectionate voice sounded, just recited a few words, the chaotic classroom was quiet, and the person who was talking was also pulled by the person next to him, signaling to silence first.

The students walking on the road also slowed down, and some even stopped and listened.

Through the sound of the audio, everyone can also feel the quiet affection of the person who wrote this poem, just like the breeze and the moon, although there is no lingering compassion, the mountains and the sea vows, but they can feel the unswerving affection of the rock.

It's just a few lines of words, without twists and turns, ups and downs, but it constitutes a kind of surging feelings.

For the first time in history, the students listened quietly like this, until the end of the speech, most people's hearts were not only moved and sighed, but also trembling for the kind of love without a trace of distractions.

Yue Jiaoyang probably didn't expect that the poem he chose would resonate with so many people, in fact, this is also expected, after all, from ancient times to the present, love is a topic that countless people chant about, and too many poems and sentences prove the beauty of love.

Many people knew about the living Buddha on the snowy region on this day, and also knew Yue Jiaoyang and Chen Niannian who recited this poem.

In the broadcast room, Yue Jiaoyang put down the manuscript and looked at Chen Niannian beside him.

He has been waiting for her, and this kind of waiting seems to be a kind of waiting in his bones, and he will not be reduced by half a point because of her attitude.

The four seasons are exchanged, and it is only time that passes in a hurry, and Yue Jiaoyang's feelings for Chen Niannian are forever fixed in the initial heartbeat and acquaintance.

This is Chen Niannian's voice. In the corner of the campus, Fang Yuan and Huang Guangqian also raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the radio station.

Huang Guangqian not only heard Chen Niannian's voice, but also keenly heard Yue Jiaoyang's voice.

"This bastard has a lot of means!" Huang Guangqian said through gritted teeth.

"Who is the person who recites with Chen Niannian?" Fang Yuan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, the two of them cooperated seamlessly, especially in the tone of the male voice, which was full of ...... Affectionate?

Zhang Xinyue has been very upset recently, the little baby at home cries all day long, she has a shallow sleep, she has to be woken up by crying every night, it is difficult to fall asleep, and her eyes are open until dawn.

In fact, she lives upstairs, the children and the nanny live downstairs, the soundproofing of the room is also good, and the child is not always crying.

But Zhang Xinyue's hearing seems to be infinitely amplified, and she always feels that the child is crying, I have to say that the demon is really powerful.

Looking at Zhang Xinyue, who is getting haggard and tempered, everyone knows why.

Although Chen Bangrui was at fault in this matter, Chen Bangrui and the Chen family had already made amends with humility.

However, Zhang Xinyue still looks like your Chen family owes me all day long, which makes the second elder of the Chen family feel very dissatisfied when he sees it.

Every day Zhang Xinyue would go out to play mahjong, and today she slammed the door shut again, completely ignoring Wu Manfang, who was sitting in the living room and teasing her grandson.

I didn't even say hello when I went out, and the violent sound of closing the door scared the child who was crawling on the ground, only to see Xiao Haoxuan trembling all over, looking frightened, and opened his mouth to cry "wow".

The aggrieved little appearance made Wu Manfang's heart feel bad, and she hurriedly hugged the child, my heart and liver, my delicate screams, and finally calmed the child down, and broke into laughter.

Wu Manfang handed the child to the nanny, full of anger, and went straight to Old Man Chen's study.

"Old man, I think we'd better go, this family can't accommodate us anymore, we fall and beat all day long, and I don't know who to show it!"

Looking at his puffing old wife, Chen Shitong frowned. "What nonsense, this family is still my master, who dares to make you angry. ”