At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still hot, but Gu decided to stare at the heat wave and walk home.

The reason why she chose to walk home was because she was afraid that she would arrive home too soon and would not have time to put away the smile on her face.

If she was asked by Gu's mother, why she was so happy, she really couldn't answer, if she answered honestly, she might not only be greeted with a basin of cold water, but also a harsh reprimand.

How do you tell your mother that there is a very good teacher Shao who teaches her to compose poems?

Should you be reprimanded for being whimsical, or will you be told that a toad wants to eat swan meat? What's more, Gu's mother will wonder if her daughter has encountered some emotional liar.

Besides, what is there to be happy about being able to compose poetry? Is it useful to compose poetry? Can it be eaten as a meal? Can you make money?

Therefore, not only can't I tell Gu's mother about all this, but also can't let her see any clues.

So, isn't it time to chat with Zhang Jiawei and calm down her excitement?

But what do you want to talk about?

What to talk about, Gu Yifang couldn't think of it, but remembered that in the past, Zhang Jiawei always came to her because of the improvement of her comic drawing skills, and she would only say "It's amazing", "The more you draw, the better it gets", "It's really good", "Try to contribute", and now she suddenly feels that Zhang Jiawei showed her again and again, not for these words of praise and encouragement, but to share those happiness with her.

The joy of mastering painting skills, the joy of improving painting skills, the joy of inspiration, and so on......

From this point of view, she didn't have any hobbies in the past, and she didn't understand Zhang Jiawei's happiness with a skill at all, until today, she didn't understand a little, but compared with Zhang Jiawei, she didn't have a decent poem, and she was already happy first, as if it was a little undeserved.

So...... There doesn't seem to be anything to talk to Zhang Jiawei about.

In less than a minute or two at two o'clock, Shao Qingyang just told her about the rules of rhyme, which is a piece of cake compared to Pingxuan.

Immediately, Shao Qingyang led her to the book area where classical literature was placed and found a tutorial for teaching poetry.

Shao Qingyang seemed to be very familiar with this bookshelf, walked directly to the front of a certain row, glanced at it, found the book, and reached out to take it.

In Gu Yifang's eyes, Shao Qingyang's movements of holding the book in her hand were so charming, she couldn't help but feel hot, she might have a disease called intermittent nymphomania.

"This version, there is nothing special in the explanation, but the compiler is very responsible, and all the formats are listed in detail, the most important thing is that the attached "Pingshui Rhyme" is marked with pinyin, which has a pronunciation that is too different from modern pinyin, and there are additional explanations, and some dialect speeches are given for reference." Shao Qingyang didn't seem to notice the strange appearance of the girl in front of him, and quietly flipped through the book to explain to Gu Yifang.

The distance side by side, the whisper-like voice, made Gu Yifang think back now, and he couldn't help but have a heartbeat like a deer.

Is it hot? Her people are probably a few degrees hotter than the highest temperature of this summer.

At that time, after the two returned to their seats, they learned that Gu Yifang's library card could only be read and could not be borrowed, Shao Qingyang planned to help her borrow it, but Gu Yifang refused without thinking about it, and only after refusing did she realize that something was wrong, but at that time, her mind was completely blank, and she really couldn't remember what was wrong.

It wasn't until he said goodbye to Shao Qingyang, got out of school, and calmed down that he realized that he had missed the opportunity to meet Shao Qingyang alone.

But if time could be turned back, she would still refuse. Fortunately, before the two broke up, Shao Qingyang saw that she had a mobile phone, so he took the initiative to leave her number, which finally made her think about it now and feel that she was not too much of a loss. But this is just the kindness of this teacher Shao, Gu Fang thought that even if he really had a problem, he should not make this call.

As she walked, she suddenly turned around and walked back along the road for a while, thinking so much that she almost forgot to enter the bookstore.

Noting down the name of the writer of that tutorial, Gu Fang originally planned to go into the bookstore on the way home to see if there was such a book.

Walking into the bookstore, the largest and most eye-catching position is a variety of textbooks, and it is no wonder that this bookstore is close to Guanghua, and there are middle schools and primary schools around, and the best selling and best-selling textbooks are naturally.

Further inside were some best-selling books, and after going around and around, Gu Yifang only saw a few poetry collections such as "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and "Three Hundred Song Ci" in a corner, mixed with some ancient books, it seemed that the one Shao Qingyang pointed out to her was impossible to find in such a bookstore.

Gu Yifang sighed, "Three Hundred Tang Poems" is available at home, and "Three Hundred Song Poems" has not been bought, so she took it out and flipped it at will.

One by one, somehow, the previous overly rippling feelings seemed to be gathered up by these beautiful words, gently engraved on the pages, and turned into a long rhyme.

"The falling flowers are independent, and the swifts are flying." The song "Linjiang Immortal" that stayed in Yan Jidao, Gu Yifang couldn't help but read it out in a whisper, "I remember the first time Apple saw it, and the two hearts were Luo Yi." ”

Although Yan Jidao recalled the scene when she was a first beauty, it did not prevent Gu Yifang from applying this mood to the scene when she recalled the first time she met Shao Qingyang. At that time, although there were no pipa strings, no bright moon and colorful clouds, the feelings were the same.

After reciting both sides repeatedly, those emotions that seemed to be practicing like a demon, whistling like waves in the bottom of my heart, under the magic skill of poetry, ran for a few weeks, slowly dispersed into the limbs and hundreds of remains, ecstasy turned into a faint melancholy, and my mind became clear.

Gu Yifang shook his head, picked up this "Three Hundred Song Ci" and went to the counter to settle the bill, and continued to walk towards home.

In the days that followed, Shao Qingyang was gone, Gu Yifang was just busy with what he should be busy, and the annual production capacity of Sanmu Paper also entered a peak with the scorching summer.

After the summer vacation, it is the beginning of school, which is naturally the peak of sales of all kinds of paper products, and because the goods need to float at sea for more than a month, the work rhythm of the whole August is very tense, and the impact is almost every day is busy with the purchase and shipment.

So, Gu Yifang didn't have to participate in the Qixi Festival activities in the Guofeng Club, and he didn't even have time to watch the group, and occasionally clicked on the group, just to see Zijin constantly protesting against the fact that "the Qixi Festival was turned into Valentine's Day by merchants to promote".

At the same time, Zijin and Zhang Lixian also chatted with her privately, asking her if she would come to participate in the Qixi Beggar's Festival, Gu Fang naturally had to refuse, she is so busy now, and sometimes she even has to go to the company on Sunday morning to deal with some things.

Sometimes, when she left the company at noon and arrived at the library, she didn't have the strength to read the books to be examined, but she took the book that Shao Qingyang told her and copied the "Pingshui Rhyme" with phonetics, and her physical and mental fatigue seemed to be alleviated.

I can't read the exam book, I can't do the poems, and when I didn't know how to write poems in the past, she would also write some sour words in her spare time, but now she can't even write this kind of text that looks back and feels cold.

"Before you can write a word, you must complete fifty quatrains before you can write a word."

Thinking of the task assigned to her by Shao Qingyang that day, Gu Fang sighed, let alone fifty songs, at that time she felt that it was already great that she could write five songs, and now, she felt that she could write one, thank God.

In the middle of the busyness, the Chinese Valentine's Day finally came, and seeing all kinds of excitement in the group, Gu Yifang also opened the group regularly at noon to watch, and watched everyone go to a park in the suburbs that was rebuilt from a garden in the Ming Dynasty.

Shao Qingyang and Zhou Jing were also asked to take a photo with a bamboo branch tied with a ribbon with bad intentions, Gu Fang read the cartoon and knew that the Qixi Festival that was passed on to Fusang had a custom of hanging colored sticks on the bamboo branches to pray for blessings. In anime plots, this kind of blessing appears in comics, and it is mostly used between couples.

When the crowd was crooked, Zijin didn't think so, she still firmly believed that Qixi Festival was a begging festival, and even made some tension in the group for a while.

It's just that what people didn't expect was that within two days, the group was really tense, but it was not because of Zijin's dissatisfaction and protest.

An unexpected storm was like a typhoon, which swept the entire national wind circle in an instant.