Jiang Yufei wanted to pull her eyes away, but the picture of his hand turning the pages of the book was really beautiful.

Her eyes seemed to be stinged, and she was so beautifully pictured.

"Ever heard the poems of William Butler Yeats?" Ruan Tianling raised her eyes and asked her.

Jiang Yufei shook her head, she didn't have much research on foreign literature. When she was in college, she dealt with calculation formulas and all kinds of boring data every day, and she had very little contact with domestic literature, let alone foreign literature.

Ruan Tianling raised his lips and smiled: "It's okay if you don't know, I can read it to you." ”

Jiang Yufei nodded.

Ruan Tianling's gaze fell on the pages of the book full of English letters, and he opened his lips and read it slowly.

“Whenyouareoldandgrayandfullofsleep――”

“Andnoddingbythefire,takedownthisbook”

……

He read in English, and the English letters on the pages were in quill-writing letter.

It's one of the most ornate fonts in the West.

The font lines are smooth and full of aristocratic atmosphere.

Jiang Yufei has always liked this font, and at this moment, listening to Ruan Tianling read it in a deep and magnetic voice, she felt that the whole shijie was still.

In heaven and earth, only his lazy and hoarse voice remained, and the title page of the book was printed with words in quill font.

“Howmanylovedyourmomentsofgladgrace,Andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue――”

“Butonemanlovedthepilgrimsoulinyou,Andlovedthesorrowsofyourchangingface……”

……

Ruan Tianling's voice ended slowly, but his pure English pronunciation kept lingering in her ears, and it couldn't be dissipated for a long time.

"Does it sound good?" He asked.

Jiang Yufei smiled and nodded: "It's very good." ”

It's his voice that's good, and although his voice is a little lazy, she listens like the best recitation on this shijie.

Even though she couldn't understand what he was reading, she felt the feeling.

"It must be a very romantic poem." Jiang Yufei said with a smile, this is the feeling she experienced.

"What else?"

"It's still a poem full of gorgeousness and luxury, and it feels very dreamy and beautiful."

Ruan Tianling smiled and nodded: "You're right. William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet whose early works belonged to the flamboyant style of Romanticism, and he was best at creating dreamlike atmospheres. And this poem is one of my favorites. ”

Jiang Yufei had to admit: "But I can't understand what you read." ”

"It's okay, I'll translate it for you."

"Okay."

Ruan Tianling's deep and bright eyes stared at her, and slowly recited:

"When you're old, and your hair is gray, and you're sleepy—

Take a nap by the fire, please take down this hymn

……

How many people love the joyful hours of your youth, their beauty, their hypocrisy and their sincerity-

Only one person loves the soul of your pilgrim and the painful wrinkles on your aging face......"

Jiang Yufei's eyes widened slightly, and her heart was suddenly shocked.