In class and after class, more and more students gathered on the main road, with full enthusiasm, devote themselves to unlimited propaganda, propaganda in the school is only a temporary strategy, and then we have to unite with the major colleges and universities in Shanghai to collectively publicize, and finally through the student movement in the academic circles to drive the movement of the business community, so that the ugly face of the warlord is exposed, and everyone will be punished! Many students are still a little scared in their hearts, but after so many people's publicity, they are afraid that this feeling has long been drowned out by enthusiasm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAccording to everyone's reasoning, even if the warlords are ruthless, they can't deal with so many students at the same time, as long as they dare to do it, it will immediately cause strong condemnation from all walks of life, and then the social riots, the warlords are also afraid. Therefore, the warlords will certainly not dare to deal with them. It's really not good, you can still escape to the concession, no matter how powerful the warlord is, he won't dare to be presumptuous in the concession.

Among them is also a portrait of Jin Tong, the overseer of Sun Chuanfang's army stationed in Songhu, and the portrait of Jin Tong has been printed in many copies, and there are abusive words written by some students. And when the enthusiasm is high, there are people who tear up the portrait of Jin Tong or pound it with a pen.

A gentleman in a blue robe hurried out after class, promising a student to write Braille, but he didn't meet her last night, and his class was early in the morning, and the female classmate didn't come to him. I heard that there is an event today, and it is now half past nine, so I have to hurry up to find her, and I can't delay her activity. Daxia University is so big, you can see what kind of activities you hold at a glance. So the gentleman in the blue robe walked quickly to the place where the students gathered, and then saw the female classmate.

"Ah, it's Mr. Dai."

"Mr. Dai is here."

When the three female classmates saw Mr. Dai, they hurriedly ran over and said with a smile: "Mr. Dai, good morning." ”

Mr. Dai felt embarrassed: "I'm sorry for you, I've delayed your affairs, is it too late?" ”

The female classmate said, "Mr. Dai, no need, I have already found another gentleman to write it for us." Mr. Dai, you don't need to be embarrassed, but we should apologize. ”

Mr. Dai smiled: "It's written, that's naturally best, you are propaganda ......" Mr. Dai glanced up at the banner, and as expected, it was also propaganda to bring down the warlords. Seeing the words on the banner, it is full of tension and good words! I don't know which gentleman this female classmate is from the school, the school calligraphy is a lot better, but this kind of penmanship is rare. Readers are always a little more delicate.

The female classmate handed a pamphlet to Mr. Dai and said, "Propagandist incompetence, No, this is a pamphlet, which indicts the sins of the warlord, and there is a small gift." ”

Mr. Dai nodded and accepted the booklet, it is indeed worth rejoicing that students can have such patriotic feelings. Then he asked, "Who is the gentleman who mentioned the book above?" ”

The female classmate thought for a moment and said, "It's a gentleman I don't know, not a teacher at our school." I guess I'm looking for someone. ”

"Looking for someone? Oh, then I got it. Mr. Dai nodded.

"Well, I just went over there." The female student pointed to the depths of the main road on campus, what she saw just now is now gone, so she probably took other paths.

Mr. Dai smiled: "Then, don't bother, you are busy." ”

Mr. Dai said goodbye, still thinking about the word just now, the level of calligraphy is very high, presumably the level of Chinese language is not low, if you are lucky, you can discuss it. But after that, Mr. Dai didn't mind, so he went back to the office first, and there were no classes for the rest of the day. Last time, Wen Jin asked to get together with herself, and they were all their former high school classmates, as well as friends from the same school, etc., so they didn't want to go, so they went.

I made an appointment to gather at the school before noon, and it was still early, so I went to the office to see if Wen Jin had come back.

On the other side, Yan Buwen walked along the path twice, the cherry blossoms had withered, of course, there were no cherry blossoms and other kinds of flowers, and there was a small flower bed in the cherry blossom forest, and there were several kinds of flowers in it. Because the students are either attending classes or participating in activities, the cherry blossom forest is quiet, and no one seems to be moving. Yan Buwen through the cherry blossom forest, the catkins fluttering everywhere are like snow, there is a small artificially built lake next to the flower bed, not big, rockery fine water, slight wind.

Helping a few branches of cherry blossom trees, Yan Buwen found a female classmate sitting by the flower bed in front of her, holding a book in her hand, reading carefully, the breeze blew, the willows did not follow, and the bangs on her forehead were slowly blown up. The female classmate was dressed in a plain long skirt, and the lily next to her complemented each other, and she couldn't tell the difference, which was also the reason why Yan Buwen couldn't find this person in the first place. The female classmate was reading too seriously, and when Yan Buwen walked next to her, she didn't even notice.

The female classmate muttered, "Eyes-are-raining-for-her, heart-is-holding-umbrella-for-her, this-is-love." The female student closed the book, put it on her lap, and then looked ahead, her thoughts drifting far away with her gaze.

"The eyes are raining for her, but the heart is holding an umbrella for her, this is love."

"Ahh The female classmate was frightened, she didn't expect someone else to appear next to her, and the book fell to the ground with a click, and then turned her head, and before she saw the face of the person next to her, he had already squatted down, picked up the book, patted off the dust, and handed it to her.

"Miss Su, my translation is okay." Yan Buwen smiled slightly.

Miss Su Wenjin was frightened just now, her heart was still beating, she didn't react, and said after a while: "Mr. Yan's translation just now was very good, is it also the translation of the book you said last time?" ”

"Well, probably." What Su Wenjin said was the famous sentence in Tagore's "Gitanjali", so he translated it casually, but he didn't expect to scare Miss Su, so he hugged and apologized.

"Does Miss Su also like Tagore's love poems?" Yan Buwen saw that Miss Su was preoccupied, and it seemed that there was some knot in her heart that had not been untied, so she asked.

Su Wenjin didn't think there was any need to discuss this matter with Yan Buwen, and Yan Buwen broke into her heart, which made her a little embarrassed, so she put aside the topic: "Mr. Yan, your sentence: The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." Isn't it also a love poem? Compared with Tagore's sentence, it also has the same meaning. ”

"How?" Yan Buwen was puzzled, and then thought of Miss Su sitting alone in this flower bed, and understood that Miss Su was trapped by love, so she naturally understood why Miss Su looked at this poem with the eyes of love.

Su Wenjin said: "No matter how helpless life is, you must pursue what you love, and your poem can also be understood in this way." ”

"Not really."

"Huh?" Su Wenjin was a little surprised.

"I don't know if Miss Su has heard another sentence from Tagore: friendship means two people and the world, but love means two people are the world." Yan didn't hear it.

Su Wenjin didn't understand what Yan Buwen meant, and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Yan Buwen said: "Wishful thinking is love, and wishful thinking can only be regarded as a spare tire." ”