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"Through the ages, how many souls have sighed. Empty hope, infinite people, full of grievances......"

"Weeping bloodflies and insects laugh at the sky, and the lonely sail locks Bai Lian. The waning moon rises, and a fierce wind blows away......"

"Torrential rain, bottomless stream. Wade through the rapids and land on the other side. Strive to clear the clouds and eliminate the fog ......"

"Sheji appeases the hearts of the courtiers, and the ghosts are driven away without a truce......"

"Look at the slanting sun, shine on the earth, and turn from the beginning."

Word by word, Song Wanqing read out the content written in the notebook by Yu Zheng, she doesn't know much about poetry, and she doesn't seem to understand the rhyme of poetry, and she doesn't seem to understand it, and she can't say why, but when she reads this poem called Man Jianghong, she feels a kind of real, and a kind of artistic conception that is conveyed between the lines all the time.

It was a kind of sadness that is difficult to describe in words.

After reciting this poem silently twice, Song Wanqing looked at Yu Zheng, who had moved her gaze to herself at some point, her cheeks were slightly red, but she said in a serious tone: "Very good words." ”

As she spoke, she paused slightly and continued to ask, "Can you tell me who wrote it?" ”

"This song is ......"

Yu Zheng groaned slightly, then laughed, and said in the same indifferent tone as before: "I wrote it blindly when I was bored. ”

Hearing Yu Zheng's answer, Song Wanqing's eyes suddenly widened.

She was a little incredulous, in her impression, her tablemate didn't seem to have much talent in writing, and he usually read the compositions he wrote, which was really not very good. But such a person can write such a poem that makes him feel amazing, and even a word that is amazing? It even gave her the illusion that the whole world was turned upside down.

And Yu Zheng looked at the beautiful table with a shocked look on his face at this time with a smile on his face.

In this era when everyone does not use powder, and the face is facing the sky, my tablemate is a genuine natural beauty, her appearance is not the kind of beauty that makes people feel amazing, but the kind that is very durable, it looks average at first glance, but the more you look at it, the better it looks.

There's a feeling of never getting tired of watching.

"Actually, if you have long hair with a shawl, it looks better than your current ponytail." Yu Zheng said casually, in this era, especially students, it is extremely rare to directly praise the beauty of classmates.

This is an era when you can blush and beat your heart for half a day with a casual touch of your finger.

Sure enough, I heard Yu Zheng's sudden slightly frivolous compliment.

Song Wanqing's face suddenly turned extremely red, her eyes showed a look of shame and anger, and she turned her head sharply and stopped looking at Yu Zheng.

Apparently angry.

This made Yu Zheng also feel a little regretful.

He had forgotten that this era was different from the era he was in. A compliment that may be normal in your own time, in this era, it is very likely to cause dissatisfaction among others, for example, to praise a woman for being beautiful without authorization, which is a natural thing in your own time, and in this era, it is very likely to be considered a hooligan.

"Am I considered a hooligan?"

Yu Zheng, who had such an idea, was a little depressed, and he glanced at Song Wanqing, who was obviously still angry with his head down, and let him confirm this guess.

"Woe comes from the mouth......" Yu Zheng sighed while admonishing himself that he must think twice when he speaks in the future.

This was an era when hooliganism was punishable by death.

Then, Yu Zheng apologized to Song Wanqing, explaining that he didn't mean it, but just impulsively.

It was indeed a little inconsiderate to him.

His apology was still very effective, just a few words, the corners of Song Wanqing's mouth unconsciously curled, obviously, her anger had begun to fade, this was not a big deal, the reason why she had such a big reaction was not so much angry as being shy.

Being praised by a boy like this for his appearance is too rare in this era.

I'm afraid that even between boyfriends and girlfriends, they won't say that, right?

Song Wanqing's somewhat chaotic heart finally calmed down, she first secretly glanced at Yu Zheng, who was constantly saying apology words to herself, afraid that she would be discovered by the other party, just glanced at it and quickly withdrew her eyes, and then her heart suddenly had a very strange feeling.

"I'm not going to have a crush on him, am I?"

Startled by this sudden thought, Song Wanqing shook her head and drove this extremely ridiculous idea out of her mind.

We're just ordinary classmates!

Although my table mate just now has changed a lot from usual, it seems to be a different person.

But I still have the most ordinary classmate relationship with him.

I'm going to go to college in the future.

And he ......

Somehow, Song Wanqing's mind suddenly appeared that the poem she saw in Yu Zheng's notebook just now was a well-written poem with a word plate of 'Man Jianghong'.

Did he really write it?

She was a little suspicious, but also a little expectant.

The mind is in turmoil.

The bell rings for the end of class, which is also today's school bell.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to apologize, I was a little too aggressive just now." Song Wanqing's voice sounded a little weak.

She accepted Yu Zheng's apology.

She was annoyed by the other party in the whole class just now, and she didn't write a word.

Although it is true that she does not have a good idea of the topic of 'time', she has no inspiration for writing. Fortunately, this essay does not need to be turned in after class, and I still have one night to remedy it...... She stopped her hand as she put away her notebook, hesitated slightly, and seemed to have made up a lot of determination.

She raised her head again and whispered to Yu Zheng, who had already stepped on the army-green one-shoulder schoolbag with a red five-pointed star and was about to leave: "Yu Zheng, can I take a look at the song 'Man Jianghong' you wrote before?" I can't remember a few sentences clearly......"

Her cheeks were still a little red as she spoke.

She felt that she was angry with people before, and she was embarrassed to ask people for the words written by the other party.

"It's easy."

Yu Zheng smiled, snapped his fingers, he directly picked up the pen on Song Wanqing's desk, and then flipped through her hardcover notebook to a blank page.

Brush brush and write away.

Just a few seconds, the song "Man Jianghong? "Storm and Sand" was written by Yu Zheng in the notebook of his beautiful woman at the same table.

And Song Wanqing watched seriously from the side.

When Yu Zheng finished writing, she said in a very serious tone: "Your handwriting is really good." There is even a hint of envy in her tone, she also writes a good hand, and the teacher often praises her, but in contrast, she feels that Yu Zheng's words are much better than hers.

Yu Zheng smiled and didn't speak.

"Yu Zheng hurry up, I have to go to the factory to watch the game at night!"

In the distance, the voice of an acquaintance calling out to himself came from afar, Yu Zheng said goodbye to the beautiful table, and left in a hurry.

The person who shouted Yu Zheng was his friend from childhood to adulthood, his name was Li Guozheng, a die-hard football fan, and the game he was talking about was a national team game tonight.

When Yu Zheng walked to Li Guozheng's side, he found that he was holding a newspaper in his hand.

Football Newspaper.