"If there is no possibility of development, it is to use it to nourish your eyes, and it depends on your seriousness."

After returning home, Gu Yifang thought about Zhang Jiawei's words repeatedly, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and he thought of his previous worries, and he didn't feel a little ridiculous.

It's like as long as you like it, you must have some kind of follow-up. If so, I'm afraid that those celebrities won't be able to break up enough parts. His own gains and losses were actually because he had unrealistic fantasies about Shao Qingyang, and after figuring out this, Gu Yifang suddenly felt that he could like Shao Qingyang as much as he wanted, as long as he liked him as an eye-catching idol.

"After a light rain, the small lotus turns, and the pomegranate blossoms are ready to bloom." Thinking of this, the mood suddenly brightened, Gu Yifang recited the poem to be recited at the Dragon Boat Festival, at this moment, although he was in the utility room, in front of him was slowly spreading out a scene of early summer, the pond lotus flowers bloomed slightly, all the way to the pomegranate blossoms, people couldn't help but reach out to pick, inserted in the hair, green silk and red flowers, the girl was accompanied, Gu Yifang suddenly couldn't wait for the next moment of the Dragon Boat Festival to come.

When An Jiaqi recommended this poem that day, Gu Yifang quickly copied it, if it weren't for the fact that her words were too doggy, she still wanted to write it on the paper sign that Shao Qingyang gave her.

"The green locust is high and the willow swallows the new cicada, and the wind is just beginning to enter the string." Seeing the patina of the note, Gu Fang couldn't help but read it again, and his mind was full of Shao Qingyang's appearance of stroking the piano on the willow bank.

In this way, with a sweet mood, Gu Yifang memorized the poem effortlessly.

It's just that the next day, there was a storm in the group because of this song.

When Gu Fang saw Zijin knocking her alone, he had a bad premonition in his heart, and when he clicked on it, a large message occupied his field of vision. Gu Fang hurriedly swept it, and it was probably Zijin who suggested that she recite Chu Ci's "Nine Songs, Donghuang Taiyi", saying that this is in line with this festival.

Gu Yifang looked at the work at hand, so she had to ignore it for now, and waited until it was empty at noon before she came to look at the chat history in the group. It turned out that Zijin and An Jiaqi had already unshielded each other and quarreled.

It was about Zijin who later knew that the show was used for performance, and it was recommended by An Jiaqi, so he tried his best to oppose it and strongly stated that he should read Chu Ci.

An Jiaqi's point of view is that it is just a club gathering to help the fun, and it doesn't need to be so grand, and she also laughed at Zijin for choosing the wrong chapter, and her understanding of Chu Ci is simply Ye Gong Haolong.

So, the two didn't agree on a word, so they quarreled, watching them quarrel, Gu Fang realized that An Jiaqi was really a sharp-toothed person, a sentence is not long, but they all hit the point, and they really want to make people angry.

The battle ended with a three-day silence on both sides.

Gu Fang had a headache, so he had to take a screenshot of Zhang Lixian and ask her what to do.

Zhang Lixian quickly replied: "Do it as it was." Where did she come from such sentiments, she was just dissatisfied with An Jiaqi. "You don't have to reply to her, I'll tell her." "I should have asked Sister Xiaoxiao about this, but she is pregnant and not online." "Sunday rehearsals don't change."

Gu Fang replied, "Okay, senior sister." ”

Compared with the awkward Chu Ci, Su Shi's song "Ruan Lang Returns: Early Summer" is obviously catchy and much more approachable.

Chu Ci has a mysterious and mysterious sense for Gu Yifang, recalling that the annotations in the past textbooks are basically only literal explanations, and the origin and status of the gods involved in Chu Ci are not elaborated in detail.

Gu Yifang clicked on the search interface, searched for "Nine Songs, Donghuang Taiyi" recommended by Zijin, and found that even in the era of information sharing, it is difficult to find more detailed information, and can only be pieced together based on sporadic and limited information, Donghuang Taiyi, the god, is considered to be the supreme god in the cultural system of Chu State, and the sacrifice of this god should be on the winter solstice, the day when the sunshine is the shortest and the night is the longest.

No wonder An Jiaqi would say that this Chu Ci is not suitable for reciting during the Dragon Boat Festival at all. After that, Gu Fang checked the customs of the Dragon Boat Festival for a few more days, and found that long before this festival was used to commemorate Qu Yuan, there was a custom of bathing in orchid soup.

Therefore, she can only rely on the limited information to figure out which of the nine songs describes the content that is more likely to be used in early summer.

Excluding the fact that it is obviously written about the scene of spring and autumn, and the object of sacrifice is the spirit of mountain ghosts, it seems that the song "Nine Songs: Yunzhongjun" is more suitable for recitation in early summer.

Gu Yifang didn't know why she wanted to check this, maybe Zijin's resolute attitude infected her, and she couldn't help but have a picture of a child crying but no one paid attention to it in her mind.

"Yulan soup is fragrant, and the clothes are beautiful." After reciting the pomegranate flowers in the early summer, Gu Yifang recited "Nine Songs, Yunzhongjun", the scenery of the small courtyard pond, in an instant turned into a suburb full of fragrant flowers, and a huge sacrificial picture appeared in front of him, although when he read, he did not understand the meaning, but as a hobby, Gu Yifang had memorized all the chapters of "Nine Songs" outside of class, and now with the Internet, after understanding more of the content of the poem, Gu Yifang's feelings about Chu Ci are clearer.

Soon Sunday came again, during this time, Gu Fang really felt that he had a very fulfilling life, and when he went out, he didn't care about Gu's mother chattering behind him: "Why do you go out every week, don't spend money indiscriminately." ”

After coming to the National Wind Club with Zhang Jiawei, I saw Mao Yue for the first time in reality.

Mao Yue was wearing a small cheongsam blouse in the style of the Republic of China and combing her Korean hair bun, and she was really a big beauty who looked good no matter what she worn.

"Ah, you're the party, I've finally seen you, come, Sipi Xipi, let's hug it." Mao Yue quickly recognized Gu Yifang, and generously opened her arms, hugged Gu Yifang, and then said proudly: "Haha, I hugged a beauty." Her voice was soft and glutinous, with a Taiwanese accent.

Zhang Lixian coughed and said, "This time Sanhua is right to bring you up early in the morning. ”

Mao Yue said: "It's too early, people went out without makeup, I feel like I don't have a face to see people, it's okay, there are fewer people today, oops, I'd better make up for it quickly." ”

Zhang Jiawei couldn't help but glance at Gu Yifang, Gu Yifang was also a little dizzy, but thinking about Mao Yue's words in the group, it was often like this, so it shouldn't be deliberately pretentious.

When Mao Yue turned around and ran to the place where she put on makeup, Zhang Lixian spread her hands and said helplessly: "Don't mind, she's like this, she's not bad, and her emotional intelligence is six years old." ”

"Oops, Lixian, Lixian." Mao Yue, who ran to the small room next door, ran back happily in a blink of an eye, holding a large pomegranate flower in his hand and said: "Look, look, the pomegranate flowers outside the window are blooming well, let's not use silk flowers, use real pomegranate flowers, how beautiful real pomegranate flowers are, one side uses red, I use yellow, and it happens to be Sipiye." ”

Zhang Lixian raised his forehead and said: "Mao Yue, this will definitely not work, it will fall after a while." ”

Mao Yue held the pomegranate branch and looked left and right: "Really? Isn't that good? ”

Zhang Lixian rolled his eyes and said to her: "You will say this again in ten minutes, one party, Jiawei, let's go and see the clothes." ”

Mao Yue said: "I want it too, I want it too, I also bought embroidered shoes this time." ”

At this moment, Sanhua also came in with a bunch of drinks and said, "Boss, lady, I bought the drink back." ”

Mao Yue held the pomegranate flower, and waved excitedly: "Xianggong ......" only said three words, and the pomegranate flowers on the branches shook off two or three flowers, Mao Yue was stunned for a moment, and she didn't know why the pomegranate flowers fell so easily after breaking the branches.

Zhang Lixian said with a smile: "See, let's use silk flowers, Sanhua came just in time to help the two beauties dress and change their clothes." ”

Sanhua flicked her ponytail and said, "Boss, obey the order!" ”