In the autumn sky, the wind is high and crisp, and a quiet two-story church wooden building looms in the shade of green trees. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You can be a husband, you can teach your children, you can be close to IKEA, you can be good at planting far away, the woman is prosperous, and the thousand rooms are good, how is it otherwise, how is it not!"

A burst of neat and orderly reading voices came from a girls' school, breaking the elegant silence.

Lu Yi leaned to look at the oblique gap outside the door, her brain was already distracted, and her mouth was unconscious and repeated, "Far can be good seeds, far away can be good seeds," and her recitation suddenly stood out from the crowd.

"Stop." Mr. He, who was sitting on the teaching platform, gave orders in a crepe manner.

"Far away can be good at planting, far away can be good at planting......." If there is only a large space left, only Lu Yitian's crisp and repetitive recitation sound.

Hahaha, the whole library burst into laughter.

"Lu Yiting, what are you doing?" Mr. He straightened his face, lifted his reading glasses, and his eyes shot from the edge of the black frame, scanning for three seconds.

"Mr. Report, the sage Confucius said that Miss Yitian is missing her lover." A student with two pigtails stood up respectfully, bowed again after answering, and sat down.

"Mr. Report, Liu Yuelang's answer is wrong, Miss Yitian is not missing her lover, but looking for her lover." Han Yuli playfully stood up and added.

Hahaha, hahaha, the laughter of youth like water with clear passion spread far, far away.

"Silence! Silence!" Mr. He picked up the wenge whip and shook it in front of everyone, and the dynamic black and brown pattern whip made everyone calm down immediately.

"Classmate Lu Yitian, you stand up and make it clear to everyone, is it like what Han Yuli and Liu Yuelang said.

"I ...... I ....." Lu Yilean stood up, lowered his head, his long eyelashes covered the eyes like autumn water, and the soft and shy red had already penetrated his entire cheeks, and even penetrated his neck.

"Mr. Report, Miss Yitian is embarrassed to say, I can prove to Han Yuli and Liu Yuelang that this matter is true." Another girl stood up.

The finally quiet church hall resounded with whispers and "giggles" and snickering laughter.

"Huang Xiaohua, I didn't ask you." Mr. He pushed his reading glasses, and the whip slammed the teaching platform.

"But—I'm telling the truth." Huang Xiaohua stood still and replied quietly.

"Little Huahua, sit down." Han Yuli stuck out her tongue and quietly pulled Huang Xiaohua.

"It's the other way around, it's the other way around, it's just a rebellion." The whip slammed the pedestal three times. Mr. He's angry face was purple and white.

"Sir don't have to be angry, Sir once taught us, Sima Xiangru said in a poem:

There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

"The ancients still had affection and deep love, not to mention that we are today, Mr. Wang, think twice." Han Yuli stood up and opened her mouth to answer.

"Humph! You only know one thing, but you don't know the other, people are big men and big husbands, and you are all girls with small feet. Mr. He's anger spurted out of his nostrils.

"There is a difference between men and women, there is a difference between men and women, you know?" After Mr. He finished speaking, the whip struck the teaching platform again.

"Mr. has this concept, and that is because Mr. can't keep up with the times." Han Yuli's bold remarks made the entire hall instantly silent, and many eyes glared at Mr. He.

"Good, good, good, sure enough, Bingxue is smart and sharp-toothed." Mr. He said three good words in a row, and then the words changed sharply to a pair of inky faces.

"I remember that I also taught you to read the "Miscellaneous Poems" by the Eastern Jin Dynasty poet Tao Yuanming, which has a few sentences:

If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day.

Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others.

"Liu Yuelang, you stand up and give everyone an analysis."

"Mr. Report, there is no need to analyze, you also taught us to read Gao Juqing's poem "Qingming", which has a poem that says this:

If there is wine in life, you must be drunk, and a drop of it has ever been to Jiuquan.

Liu Yuelang stood up and blurted out.

"A good man must be drunk when he is drunk."

"I think you are: the black hair doesn't know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late." Mr. He flicked the sleeves of his robe and pleased the girls.

"Mr. is wrong, Li Bai said:

I am born to be useful, and my youth will come back when it is gone.

Huang Xiaohua proudly revised Li Bai's poems.

"Yes, yes, yes, and: the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and you don't have to go to the church tomorrow morning." In addition, some girls stood up and echoed the mixed poems.

"You guys.... You are simply a group of typical people: people who are all over the place, not silkworm breeders. "Mr. He's poems are sharp.

"Sir's words are serious, we are both talented and good-looking, but now 10,000 are careless and fall in love. If it weren't for the old food, Mr. should have experienced it. You see, we are often a young lady: the red beans are unbearable, and the eyes are full of lovesick tears. Another girl stood up and said with a grin.

"Miss Mene, you haven't finished reading the poem, and there are two more sentences at the end: two wall flowers, sooner or later, they will become connected." The quarantined girl stood up and scrambled to answer.

"Humph! Hum! Mr. He sneered twice: The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. Emperor Tang is nothing more than that, what are you. “

"Wow, the girls are making a lot of noise. Look at me, I'll look at you, all of them are so anxious that they can't think of good poems to say to Mr. Dinghe

Mr. He looked at the silent teaching hall, the corners of his mouth silently curved a small arc, and his two hands were tacitly placed behind his back, and then he turned around, straightened his face, curled the glasses at the corners of his eyes, and overwhelmingly forced everyone to look at everyone.

"What's the matter, it's all gone? I've taught you so many poems, just the kung fu of this three-legged cat? Mr. He asked with a sneer.

The girls looked at each other

"Liu Yuelang, hurry up." Han Yuli quietly stretched out her foot and stabbed Liu Yuelang.

Liu Yuelang shook her head and pouted.

Han Yuli glanced at Huang Xiaohua again, and Huang Xiaohua also replied with a shrugging dynamic expression.

"It's useless." Han Yuli stomped her feet and scolded secretly.

"I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated." Lu Yi moved his long eyelashes, his eyes were like water, and his jade lips moved slowly.

"You..... You...... Mr. He was choked.

"Well done, Miss Yilean." A girl sitting in the back gave a thumbs up.

"Miss Tilt is our role model." A girl sitting in front of her turned her head and raised her slender hand and shouted.

"Miss Yiyan, I adore you so much, you can use poetry and books to such a smooth flow." The girl sitting on the side is envious to the extreme.

Miss Tilt

Miss Tilt

The whole hall resounded with cheers.

"What kind of system, what kind of system!"

"You all copied the Book of Songs for me 10 times, Mr. He blushed, shook his sleeves hard, walked out, walked to the door of the teaching hall, and turned around and said, "Lu Yitian, Liu Yuelang, Han Yuli, Huang Xiaohua, call your father tonight, and all go to the Louis Women's Academy for a meeting." With that, he straightened up and continued walking.