At this time, Cheng Xiaoyu, who was already deeply involved in gossip, did not have the pride of having an affair with a beautiful woman at all. When he got up and walked towards the door of the classroom, there was a sound of coaxing, and even Cheng Xiaoyu, who was thick-skinned enough, couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. But there is no choice but to face the eyes of countless gossips and walk forward. Wang Ou didn't dare to walk with Cheng Xiaoyu at this time, so he could only fall far behind.

Before he reached the staircase, Gu Manting called out to Cheng Xiaoyu and said that the Chinese teacher Jiang Wenhua was looking for him in the office. Cheng Xiaoyu felt that being a copyist was also a bit troublesome.

When Cheng Xiaoyu entered the office, Jiang Wenhua was talking and laughing with four or five teachers, who seemed to be from the Chinese teaching and research group. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't expect the battle to be so big, it seemed that some torture was inevitable, so he walked over and shouted, "Teacher Jiang, is there something wrong with me?" ”

Before Jiang Wenhua could speak, a tall thin middle-aged man with fashionable medium-long hair and gold-rimmed glasses next to him said, "This is Cheng Xiaoyu?" And turned his head and asked Jiang Wenhua.

Jiang Wenhua smiled and said, "This is, Cheng Xiaoyu, come here, this is the editor-in-chief of Hu Qingge of "The Paper" magazine, and I came to see you today. ”

Cheng Xiaoyu bowed slightly and said, "Hello Teacher Jiang, hello teachers, hello Editor-in-Chief Hu."

Although Editor-in-Chief Hu regretted that Cheng Xiaoyu's image was lacking, he really loved Cheng Xiaoyu's talent, and immediately walked over quickly, held Cheng Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Your poems are so well written, deafening and thought-provoking!" Poetry has gradually declined in our generation, and it has been a long time since China has produced a poet who is eye-catching. “

Cheng Xiaoyu blushed a little and said, "You have won the award, I just saw (except for poetry) and felt it." I'm just a lover of poetry, not a poet. ”

"If you can't be called a poet when you write such a poem, then how can you be called a poet? A poet in the lower body is called a poet? Is a coquettish poet called a poet? Chinese poetry has now entered a strange circle, or it is new and weird and dumbfounded, or it is a pile of gorgeous rhetoric without disease**, all of which have discarded the spirit of poetry, and your song "Dream as a Horse" is really good! Hu Qingge said with emotion that he didn't expect a high school student to write such a majestic and beautiful poem.

Cheng Xiaoyu could only smile bitterly and said, "Then you came here today, not just to praise me, right?" ”

Hu Qingge patted Cheng Xiaoyu on the shoulder and said, "Please allow me to post a few of your poems on the latest issue of "The Surging". Including the article you wrote to your little girlfriend, "The Farthest Distance in the World". After saying that, he laughed a few times.

Cheng Xiaoyu was a little embarrassed and said, "Editor-in-Chief Hu, you misunderstood, Ji Yunyun and I are just ordinary alumni."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Hu Qingge with a smile: "Don't be afraid, you Teacher Jiang are my old classmates, and his current wife is our high school classmate." He fell in love earlier than you, and the so-called upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, if you want to blame it, you will be blamed for choosing the wrong teacher. ”

Jiang Wenhua also smiled and said, "Lao Hu, is there such a teacher as you!" This is my student, you are talking nonsense, I can tell my student to submit his poems to other magazines! ”

Hu Qingge smiled and pointed at Jiang Wenhua a few times and said, "If you have the guts, I'll go and make a small report to Liping, who is stealing wine and drinking at my house?" Stealing cigarettes? ”

Several teachers around laughed, and Cheng Xiaoyu could only laugh with him.

Jiang Wenhua shook his head and said, "I know a bad friend like you, and I also begged for burning high incense for eight lifetimes!" After speaking, he smiled and said to Cheng Xiaoyu, "The Paper" is also one of the best poetry magazines in China, your teacher and I voted a few times, but they were all brushed by this editor-in-chief Hu. It's very difficult to take the initiative to come and see you this time. He is also the Vice Chairman of the Shanghai Writers Association. Cheng Xiaoyu, it's not easy for him to take a good look at you! ”

Seeing that this matter could no longer be refused, Cheng Xiaoyu could only say, "It's all up to Mr. Jiang." ”

Jiang Wenhua introduced some teachers around Cheng Xiaoyu again, especially Mr. Li Junlan, who corrected the papers with him, and insisted on giving Cheng Xiaoyu a full score despite public opinion.

Li Junlan also had a dream of poetry when he was young, and submitted countless manuscripts to major poetry societies and many magazines, but unfortunately most of them were lost in the sea, and the few poems published only had a mediocre response. But he was a lover of orthodox literature, and he was very disgusted by the sensationalism of popular poetry of the moment. Seeing Cheng Xiaoyu's composition, it was really shocking, every sentence hit Li Junlan's heart, and the excitement almost burst into tears, or he would not have written the words that Cheng Xiaoyu is a totemic-level poet of this era.

After Li Junlan finished the review, he pressed his excitement and immediately took it to other marking teachers to appreciate. It's not that no one has ever doubted whether it is plagiarism, but after searching the Internet and magazines, there is no trace of this poem, so I let go of my suspicions.

When the marking was completed, Mr. Wu sent Cheng Xiaoyu's zero-score math test paper to the Chinese teacher, which caused a burst of laughter.

Jiang Wenhua deliberately compiled it into a text message and sent it to his old classmate Hu Qingge, which made Hu Qingge come to ask for poetry.

Hu Qingge asked Cheng Xiaoyu if he had any other works.

Cheng Xiaoyu hurriedly waved his hand and said, "That's all I can see, all of them have been written!" ”

Hu Qingge said with some regret, "There will be works in the future, don't hide them, send them to me first." Hu Qingge left Cheng Xiaoyu's contact information again, and said, "The editor will be responsible for the remuneration and contact you." When you have saved up enough poems, I will try to help you publish a book of poems. ”

Cheng Xiaoyu could only be embarrassed. After chatting a few more words, Jiang Wenhua smiled and asked Cheng Xiaoyu to go back first.

Cheng Xiaoyu walked out of the office without looking back, and at this time, the people in the school were almost scattered.

Wang Ou, Xia Shamo and Chen Haoran were already waiting for him in the Forest of Lights.

Cheng Xiaoyu changed his shoes and walked towards the bulletin board, intending to tear off the song "The Farthest Distance in the World", but he saw a figure that surprised him, Su Yuxi.

Because it was only ten o'clock in the morning, the huge campus was covered by the silent mist, the light veil-like air spread everywhere, and the solemn teaching building stood silently in a world where it seemed that there were only two people left.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt that there was a string song ringing in her ears, looking at Su Yuxi, who was wearing a ponytail and wearing a school uniform, like a blooming white lotus flower in the cold wind, the beauty of the picture was a little suffocating.

Cheng Xiaoyu took a breath quietly, pressed his inexplicably nervous heart, and walked towards the bulletin board. He thought that Su Yuxi would turn around when he heard his footsteps, but Su Yuxi was still seriously looking at the ethereal words on the test paper.

Cheng Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to tear off the "The Farthest Distance in the World", but was unexpectedly held by a white hand.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned his head and saw Su Yuxi with a calm face, not in an inquiring tone, but an undoubted affirmation, "Wait until I'm done." Such an arrogant tone is difficult to raise at all.

Cheng Xiaoyu could only stand to the side and quietly wait for Su Yuxi to browse.

This moment of waiting seemed to be frozen in time into a yellowed photo, Cheng Xiaoyu heard a soft sigh, Su Yuxi turned his head, looked at Cheng Xiaoyu with clear eyes, and lightly opened his lips and asked, "Wasistliebe?" (What is love in German?) ）

Answering such a question is really not difficult for Wenqing Cheng Xiaoyu, after a little thought, the London accent of the words whispered softly in Su Yuxi's ear, and Cheng Xiaoyu's mellow voice with a beautiful rhythm floated softly in this thin mist. (Yeats, "When You're Old")

Whenyouareoldandgreyand

fullofsleep,

When you are old, with gray hair, and drowsy,

Andnoddingbythefire，takedownthisbook,

Tired of sitting by the fireside, take down the book,

Andslowlyread，anddreamofthesoftlook

Read slowly, chasing the eyes of the dream

Youreyeshadonce，andoftheirshadowsdeep;

Your feminine sparkle and deep glow.

Howmanylovedyourmomentsofgladgrace,

How many people have loved your short-lived figure,

Andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue,

I have loved your beauty, with hypocrisy or true affection,

ButonemanlovedthepilgrimSoulinyou

Only one has loved the heart of your pilgrim,

Andlovedthesorrowsofyourchangingface;

Love the traces of time on your mournful face.

Andbendingdownbesidetheglowingbars,

Bending down at the edge of the stove hood,

Murmur，alittlesadly，howLovefled

Mournful and muttering,

Andpaceduponthemountainsoverhead

How love passes, and how it steps up the mountains,

Andhidhisfaceamidacrowdofstars.

How to hide his face among the stars.

Su Yuxi was silent for a moment, but frowned, and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu with disdain, "Is your talent all used to make up these rhetoric to make girls happy?" ”

"I haven't talked about love before, but I pretend to know love better than anyone else. Your mind is deeply trapped in those rotten and erosive love poems, and you can't get out? ”

"You're really superficial and ridiculous."

Su Yuxi's cold tone was like ice floating on a turbulent glacier that exuded a cold air, and each piece rushed towards Cheng Xiaoyu with a hurtful temperature.

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