"Boss, have you offended anyone?"

In the dormitory, Zhou Jingjing patted Huang Yifan on the shoulder and asked.

"Who have you offended?"

Huang Yifan is inexplicable.

"Come and see, you have been scolded by others in the Mizuki BBS forum. ”

As he spoke, he pulled Huang Yifan to the computer, pointed to BBS and said in a series of messages.

"You see, everyone else says that you write at the same table as you are a nonsense poem. ”

"Nonsense poetry?"

Huang Yifan smiled dumbly.

Although "You at the Same Table" is not an orthodox modern poem, he is just the lyrics of a song, but the lyrics are actually quite good, no matter how you evaluate it, it can't be classified as nonsense poetry.

"Yes, some people say that your poems are saliva poems, and there are all kinds of messes anyway. Say, 'Have you offended anyone?'

"Probably not. ”

Huang Yifan was a little inexplicable, "I can't think of the Zhou soldier I met at noon." ”

"Zhou Bing, this guy is very deep in the city, what did he tell you. ”

"He patted me on the shoulder, said he looked good at me, and told me to do a good job. ”

"Damn, who is this guy himself, he still works hard, isn't he the minister of the society, what's the big deal. ”

Zhou Jingjing pursed her lips,

"So what do you say. ”

"I ignored him. ”

"Haha, Boss, Niu, that's how it should be. ”

He gave Huang Yifan a thumbs up, but he looked at the Shuimu BBS forum again, frowned, and said, "Boss, what about the things on the forum?"

"If they want to spray, they can spray. ”

Recently, Huang Yifan doesn't have much time, he has to take classes on the one hand, write online essays on the other, and write novella martial arts on the other. Where is there time to quarrel with these guys, besides, Huang Yifan just ignores these guys and doesn't bother to deal with them.

"Ah, boss, won't you go back?"

"This. Let's talk about it when we have time. ”

didn't pay much attention to the things on the Shuimu Forum, Huang Yifan returned to the room and started to write the fourth martial arts work - Liancheng Jue.

It's just, just started writing. Huang Yifan was enveloped in a sense of grief and indignation.

In an instant, Huang Yifan couldn't write anymore.

My mind was full of countless vicious situations.

The apprentice killed the master, and the father killed the daughter, in order to seize the treasure "Liancheng Jue". The brothers turned against each other, took their wives, harmed their friends, and were full of selfish desires, and the heroes were exposed to hideousness and lost their conscience.

Not to mention writing this book, even if he just thinks about the plot in this book, Huang Yifan feels indescribably uncomfortable, like a fish in his throat.

simply abandoned the pen and didn't write, and said to the editor "nonsense", sorry, I need to adjust my mood before I can write the fourth work.

I don't think there's anything nonsense. I just thought that Huang Yifan was Kavin, but I comforted him a few words, telling him not to have too much psychological burden, and to relax, that is.

It's just that it is an adjustment, and for a few days, Huang Yifan has not adjusted.

There were several times when Huang Yifan wanted to pick up the pen and write again, but he was so shocked by the grief and indignation in his stomach that he couldn't say a word.

It's night, it's already 10 p.m. Huang Yifan turned around many times, but still couldn't sleep.

I had to get up and take a cold shower, but I still felt irritable. He left the dormitory, intending to go for a walk outside.

The scenery of Mizuki University is very good, especially in Tsinghua Park, which is even more beautiful.

Huang Yifan had no intention of going to Tsinghua Garden, but unconsciously, he arrived at Tsinghua Garden.

At this time. The stars of Tsinghua Garden in the night are shining, and there is an occasional sound of water.

Slowly walked to the lotus pond of Tsinghua Garden, at this time, the moonlight is not bright, nor dark, hazy, with a sense of beauty.

couldn't help but look at the lotus flowers in the lotus pond, but Huang Yifan read a prose.

"On the zigzag lotus pond, you can see the leaves of the fields. The leaves come out of the water very high, like the skirt of a dancing girl. Among the layers of leaves, there are scattered white flowers, some blooming, some shyly blooming, just like pearls, like stars in the blue sky, and like beauties just out of the bath......"

This is a moonlight on the lotus pond written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing.

While reading, Huang Yifan sighed with emotion, Mr. Zhu Ziqing in his previous life had also walked here.

"On all sides of the lotus pond, far and near, there are trees high and low, and willows are the most. The trees surrounded a lotus pond, and only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if they had been left for the moonlight. The color of the tree is shady and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance, but the abundance of the willows can also be discerned in the smoke. There is a faint stretch of distant mountains in the treetops, which is just a little careless. There was also a light or two in the cracks of the trees, and the listless ones were the eyes of the thirsty sleepers. The most lively at this time are the cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the water, but the excitement is theirs, and I don't ...... anything."

But the excitement is theirs, and I have nothing.

Thinking of this, Huang Yifan's mood was much better.

What's even more rare is that suddenly after a while, Huang Yifan seemed to understand the intention of this moonlight on the lotus pond.

Perhaps, Mr. Zhu was just as bored as I was back then.

Just like the last sentence "But the excitement is theirs, I have nothing", no matter what happens to the outside world, my heart is still extremely depressed. I had to rely on the moonlight in the lotus pond, hoping to find a piece of peace.

Thinking of Mr. Zhu teaching at "Tsinghua University" back then, the motherland was even more shrouded in darkness...... If you can find a place of peace in the darkness, then this may be a sacred place in everyone's hearts.

After reading a prose, Huang Yifan's mood suddenly relaxed completely.

Smiling and glancing at the lotus flowers in the moonlight, Huang Yifan returned the same way.

……

"Where are you going?"

"I'm in a bad mood, go out for a walk, Xin'er, are you going?"

"No, I'll read the book for a while. ”

"Well, I went. ”

Nodding slightly, Liu Ruyan left the dormitory.

In the past few days, for the sake of the society, Liu Ruyan has been feeling a headache.

Why do these people, who are also literary and artistic youths, like to argue so much?

A "You at the Same Table" actually attacked Mizuki BBS for a day.

The literati are light, and the ancients admit not to deceive me.

Sometimes, she wants to leave the club alone, but when she thinks of the generation written by Mr. Qiushui, Liu Ruyan's heart is full of strength.

It's not scary to fall into the darkness, it's scary to forget even the idea of finding the light.

Unknowingly, Liu Ruyan came to Tsinghua Garden.

This is Mizuki University, the most beautiful holy place.

I don't know how many couples and tourists will never forget Tsinghua Park.

However, there are too many people in Tsinghua Park during the day, but there is less feeling. The moonlight is just right tonight, and Tsinghua Garden reveals a burst of tranquility.

This made Liu Ruyan feel very comfortable, and when he closed his eyes, he only felt that the moonlight had shrouded her.

"On the zigzag lotus pond, the leaves of the fields are ......"

Who's reading poetry?

A voice suddenly came from ahead, and Liu Ruyan opened his eyes.

"No, it's not poetry, it's like prose. ”

Without disturbing, Liu Ruyan continued to listen, "The breeze passed by, sending wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing of a tall building in the distance." At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, and suddenly passed over the other side of the lotus pond. The leaves were originally close side by side, which seemed to have a condensed blue wave mark. Under the leaves is the veins of water, which is obscured, and some color cannot be seen, but the leaves are more windy......"

"It's beautiful. ”

Worse, Liu Ruyan was fascinated by this prose.

In this world, there is such a wonderful prose, which is as beautiful as poetry. (ww．ｕkahu.om)

"At this time, the most lively are the sound of cicadas in the trees and the sound of frogs in the water, but the excitement is theirs, and I have nothing to ......."

At this point, the sound stopped.

And Liu Ruyan has already been captured by this prose.

"Who is this man?"

Just as Liu Ruyan was about to look for this voice, it was just that the other party seemed to have the intention of leaving.

chased a few steps quickly, but unfortunately, Liu Ruyan only saw a black shadow and disappeared into the night.

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