When Zhou Ruocheng came to work the next day, his face was as black as a bag.

"What's wrong?" Li Luoying looked at Zhou Ruocheng like this, and also asked with some doubts.

"You still say, it's not your master... Zhou Ruocheng said with an unhappy face.

"What's wrong with my master?" Li Luoying asked again.

"Yesterday I said I would meet, so I waited in Xiuchun Hall for a morning... In the end, no one came. Zhou Ruocheng replied.

"Really?" Li Luoying asked with a surprised expression.

"I called and said that it didn't matter if I saw me or not." Zhou Ruocheng suddenly became irritable.

"Hahahaha!" Li Luoying laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Ruocheng glared at Li Luoying and asked.

"You have today, huh? Hahaha! Li Luoying smiled and said, "Sure enough, the master cured you... ”

"Damn!" Zhou Ruocheng sighed helplessly: "There is no common language to speak with a guy like you... ”

"But the master naturally has a reason for doing this, as for why I don't see you, there must be a reason." Li Luoying said.

"Of course I know that, but how do I explain that?" Zhou Ruocheng asked, "Am I so dispensable?" ”

"I'll say that." Li Luoying said, "This is not aimed at you, the master is such a person, what emotions are coming, don't talk about you, even the imperial brother and the queen mother are gone." ”

"Just so capricious?" Zhou Ruocheng said in surprise.

"Not capricious." Li Luoying explained, "It's because he has the ability and the capital to do this." ”

"Okay." Zhou Ruocheng also sighed: "Maybe it's because the dean has something to delay... I just came to the nature and went to someone's store to drink a cup of tea, anyway, it's not expensive... Right... It's only a pot of ten taels, right? Refreshments are included... The box fee is calculated separately. . . ”

"Why are you going?" Li Luoying watched Zhou Ruocheng stand up and walk out.

"I'm going to class... Zhou Ruocheng replied.

Seeing Zhou Ruocheng go out like this, Li Luoying also gloated, shook her head and turned around.

Zhou Ruocheng met another person on the way to the lecture hall, and that was Jiang Xue.

"You're back, Lord Dean?" Zhou Ruocheng hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"Teacher Zhou. I'm not here, so you're going to make some noise for me, aren't you? When will we be able to stop our school a bit? Jiang Xue's first sentence was this.

"Uh... The dean's thing can only be said to be a coincidence... After all, I didn't know that people would come to the door. Zhou Ruocheng said a little helplessly, of course he knew that what Jiang Xue was talking about was Qin May's father coming to the school to blackmail.

"Well, this kind of thing can't be regarded as a big deal, and Yixuan has already dealt with it, so I won't ask anymore." Jiang Xue said.

"The grace of the deans not to kill." Zhou Ruocheng hugged his fists.

"Alright, okay, you can hurry up and go to your class." Jiang Xue waved her hand and said, "You have to behave well." ”

Zhou Ruocheng was also a little inexplicable about the second half of the sentence, didn't he behave well before?

Zhou Ruocheng came to the classroom, and the students who were in the big class also came to the classroom one after another.

Zhou Ruocheng is also preparing chalk here, Zhou Ruocheng's review content is actually very simple, half of the consolidation of the general class, on another article, after all, the basic things can not interfere with themselves, but about the understanding of the like can actually work on the time, that is, because of this, students like Zhou Ruocheng's class.

Perhaps because of a whim, Zhou Ruocheng's brain suddenly moved, and he began to write on the blackboard, the content of which was naturally the poem written by the old gentleman he met in the square the day before yesterday, and he also added the three words in front of the poem - "Thinking about life." ”

When he saw this poem, Zhao Qingyuan, who was sitting below, also blushed, and glanced at Zhou Ruocheng with some reproach.

Zhou Ruocheng also winked at him.

"All the classmates are here, right? So before we start the class, let's take a look at this poem. Zhou Ruocheng pointed to the poems on the blackboard that had been capitalized and bolded.

The students also began to squint their eyes and began to read aloud.

"Si Mingfan

Turned into a yellow spring and fell on the other side,

The dragon finally faded.

Thousands of reincarnations have not been settled,

Ten thousand kinds of customs. ”

"Well, have you all finished reading it? This is a very short seven-character poem, do you feel after reading it? Zhou Ruocheng asked.

"Teacher." Immediately, some students raised their hands.

"Well, you say." Zhou Ruocheng pointed at the student.

"This poem has a heroic atmosphere, but also a touch of bleakness, not so much heroic but mixed with self-discipline, not so much self-sighing, but motivating himself, I think this author must have gone through a lot of stories to write such a repulsive article." The student said.

"Do you think that's repulsive?" Zhou Ruocheng asked. "If you understand it that way, then it only means that you know the surface meaning of the poem."

Zhou Ruocheng walked up to the podium, wrote what the student said on the blackboard, and then turned his head, "Is there anyone else you want to add?" ”

"Teacher!" Someone raised their hand again.

"Okay, that girl." Zhou Ruocheng pointed away

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A student.

"Teacher, I think that although this poem seems to praise oneself in an exaggerated way, it is actually a warning to others that no matter what you do, it will end up in the past, and that no matter how much suffering you have received, you must maintain a determination to be 'pretentious'." The female classmate replied.

"You're right, too." Zhou Ruocheng smiled: "What class are you calling that student?" Zhou Ruocheng searched for it on his somewhat thick roll call: "Wen Yating from the seventh class of high school, right?" ”

"Yes." The female classmate replied with a smile.

"Well... I remember the students who were generally beautiful and liked to answer questions. Zhou Ruocheng smiled at her, "Usually add ten points." ”

"Thank you, teacher." The female classmate sat down with a smile.

"So is there anyone else to add? There are still a few small problems. Zhou Ruocheng also learned the gestures of the old gentleman that day, and compared the feeling of the slightest distance.

The classmates couldn't answer, just stared at the poem blankly.

"A hint for everyone." Zhou Ruocheng pointed to the poem, "This discovery is actually in the poem." ”

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They watched for a long time, and finally one of the students raised his hand: "Teacher, I know!" ”

"Tell me about it." Zhou Ruocheng pointed at him and asked.

"Every first word of the poem is read together, it is, 'Change, change, thousand, thousand!' Teacher, am I right? The student asked.

"Well, the answer is very good, for several shifts, one point will be added to the usual points." Zhou Ruocheng said.

"Huh? Why does the teacher only have one point? The classmate was immediately a little puzzled.

"Because didn't I say it? It's a small problem. Zhou Ruocheng made another gesture.

The classmates laughed.

"Teacher, who wrote this poem?" One student asked curiously, "I don't think I've seen it before." ”

"It can't be that you wrote it yourself, teacher, right?" Someone else asked.

"What do you say? If I had this literary talent, I would have become a writer a long time ago, and I would still teach you to read here? Zhou Ruocheng also said with disdain.

"And who wrote this?" A classmate asked.

The author of this poem comes from an old gentleman, and it is very interesting that this poem was inspired when he first came to Shanghai and visited the shopping mall. Written out of the product. Zhou Ruocheng took red chalk and circled the first word of the poem, "This is the central idea of the old gentleman writing this poem." ”

"Then then, as a poet, as a poet with personality, or as a poet who is like emotion but doesn't want others to know, of course he has to put some traps on this poem." Zhou Ruocheng turned his head to look at the poem, "Turning into a yellow spring and falling on the other side, turning into clouds and dragons will eventually fade away." The reincarnation of thousands of generations has not been peaceful, and thousands of customs are destined for mortals. Who would have thought that such a heroic and meaningful poem would actually come from such a plot? For this reason, I can conclude that this old gentleman must not be simple, and I want to share this poem with you. ”

"So who is this honest old gentleman?" Someone asked again.

"Haha, sorry, he didn't tell me." Zhou Ruocheng also said helplessly: "And the old gentleman's poems have also been disposed of as graffiti... It's a pity. ”

"Teacher, isn't this the so-called 'turning into a yellow spring and falling on the other side, turning into clouds and dragons and eventually fading.' Is it? Someone said.

"Well, you're right, and I hope you become the next old gentleman." Zhou Ruocheng raised his head as he spoke, "It's just that the next time you write a poem, write it on something that you can carry with you, and it will inevitably be wiped off by others as a graffiti." ”

The students laughed again.

However, when Zhou Ruocheng looked around, he was stunned again.

Why, because the old gentleman he just spoke of seemed to be sitting in the back seat and looking at himself.

Zhou Ruocheng was also stunned, rubbed his eyes, and looked carefully, it was really the old man... What is he doing here?

The old gentleman also seemed to know that Zhou Ruocheng had discovered him, and greeted Zhou Ruocheng with a smile.

Zhou Ruocheng also smiled a little shyly, after all, he was teaching his poems to his classmates just now, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" The classmates asked when they saw that Zhou Ruocheng didn't speak.

"No, nothing, let's start the lesson." Zhou Ruocheng smiled unnaturally, but thought in his heart... This old gentleman must be unusual.

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