She leaned over slightly, leaned towards Yu Zheng, so that her table mate could hear her voice in the noisy reading, and then asked in a low voice, "By the way, the poem you wrote yesterday should be writing a character, can you tell me who wrote it?" ”

Song Wanqing's words clearly entered Yu Zheng's ears. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hearing such a question, Yu Zheng was surprised, he raised his head suddenly, but he didn't expect that this time the action was too violent, and his head accidentally hit the forehead of Song Wanqing, who was pasted over.

"Oops!"

Yu Zheng raised his head very much, and this time the impact was not light, Song Wanqing sighed and covered her forehead with her hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Seeing this, Yu Zheng also hurriedly apologized, he was really unintentional, and when he looked up, he didn't see his table being very close to him, and although Song Wanqing was in pain, she bit her lip, her eyes were moist, and she looked pitiful with an aggrieved expression on her face.

She shook her head, endured the pain, and her tone was also full of apology: "It's okay, it's okay, it's my own accident......"

Yu Zheng and Song Wanqing heard each other's apologies at the same time, and the two of them couldn't help but suffocate at the same time, and the sound of apology in their mouths also stopped, and the two stared at each other with big eyes, and after a second.

The two suddenly looked at each other and laughed.

Song Wanqing pursed her lips and smiled very shyly, she didn't know why she was laughing, but when she saw Yu Zheng laughing, she seemed to be unable to control herself, and she also laughed, and after laughing, her forehead didn't feel any pain, but she couldn't help laughing anymore.

Then, she reached out and covered her mouth, and her face turned red until it reached the base of her neck.

Several of the surrounding classmates also noticed the sound made by the two of them, and they all looked at them curiously.

However, at this time, the two of them had already sat up straight, looking down at the books, and the others naturally couldn't see anything different.

A few minutes passed.

Song Wanqing still didn't dare to look at Yu Zheng, her cheeks were crimson, delicate, a little like a ripe red apple.

And Yu Zheng was the first to break the silence, he didn't say anything about the two of them accidentally snorting together before, deliberately avoided talking about this slightly embarrassing matter, but answered the question asked by Song Wanqing.

"By the way, you just asked me who wrote that poem?"

Yu Zheng's tone was a little surprised, and after seeing that he nodded at the same table, he smiled and said, "I really didn't expect you to see this!" ”

Then, he continued with the excuse that he had already thought of for writing a book: "Actually, he is a not very famous figure, from the Song Dynasty, called Song Ci, and he has not been a big official, and there is no biography for him in the History of the Song Dynasty, and his deeds have not even been recorded. ”

"Song Ci ......"

Thinking silently of this unfamiliar name in her mind, Song Wanqing shook her head.

This name is the same as her father Song Ci's name but different words, although she studied science, but when she lived with her grandfather when she was a child, she read a lot of books, in her impression, she really has not heard of such a person, as for the "Records of Grievances" mentioned by Yu Zheng, she is even more unheard of.

And Yu Zheng's reaction to his beautiful table is not surprising at all.

Because the name Song Ci is not very famous in the first place, even after twenty years of infinite development of information, before the TV series "Da Song Ti Criminal Officer" was broadcast, few people have heard of this name.

Of course, with the hit of the TV series "Da Song Ti Criminal Officer", the name of Song Ci, the originator of forensic science, has become known all over the world.

Song Wanqing just thought about it for a while, and then didn't continue to think about it.

She didn't have much interest in Song Ci herself, and the reason why she asked that question was only because of her grandfather's request, but she was still a little curious.

Listening to the statement of his tablemate, since Song Ci is not in the official history, he must be a small person, and there must be very few deeds, since he is a small person with few deeds, why would he write such an emotional poem at the same table? The extremely tragic sorrow that can be clearly felt between the lines of that poem must have been greatly shaken before it could be felt.

Seeing that Song Wanqing did not continue to ask, Yu Zheng did not continue to explain.

This matter is over.

Almost half of the time for self-study has passed, and I have only written a few hundred words, which is far from my previous plan.

Yu Zheng continued to write hard.

Song Wanqing, who was reciting "The Snake Catcher Said", looked at Yu Zheng strangely from time to time, although it was not good to secretly read what others wrote, but after all, it couldn't resist her curiosity.

Song Wanqing quietly squinted her eyes at Yu Zheng's notebook, which was constantly filled with dense handwriting, glanced at it, and quickly took it back.

"What article does it seem to be writing?"

Because he just glanced at it in a hurry, he could only see one or two sentences roughly, and Song Wanqing could only guess so.

While thinking so, she secretly glanced at it a few more times.

But because she only saw a few clips, she couldn't be sure what her table mate was writing, but she seemed to vaguely see the words 'Song Ci'.

Song Wanqing thought about what her table mate was writing, and Yu Zheng, who had finally finished writing a short plot, moved his fingers, and the hard work just now made his fingers feel a little swollen and painful, probably because he used too much force last night and has not rested yet.

Yu Zheng tilted his face slightly, and inadvertently saw that his beautiful table mate was looking at his notebook intently, and then he laughed.

didn't cover it up, and said very generously: "I'm writing a story, which is the Song Ci I told you before." ”

These words made Song Wanqing a little surprised.

"Writing a story?"

She involuntarily asked, and Yu Zheng nodded directly.

"Actually, I plan to write a novel with Song Ci as the protagonist, which is the beginning of this novel......" Saying, Yu Zheng seemed to think of something, he asked Song Wanqing curiously, "By the way, do you like to read mystery novels?" Is it a novel that solves a crime like "Sherlock Holmes"? "In fact, mystery novels were very popular in the 80s, and there were many readers.

But a person with excellent academic performance like Song Wanqing may not have time to read these miscellaneous books.

That's why Yu Zheng asked.

"Mystery novels?"

Hearing Yu Zheng say this, Song Wanqing first paused slightly, and repeated the key words that Yu Zheng asked before, which made her feel a little unfamiliar, and then when she heard Yu Zheng talk about "Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection", she suddenly realized, and immediately nodded without hesitation.

"Sherlock Holmes, I like it a lot."