11 October 2004.

BMW 760 drove into Changshou Road No. 1 Primary School, and the narrow entrance was two rows of school buildings, and further inside was the large playground. The principal had been waiting for a long time, opened the car door and said humbly: "Miss Gu, welcome to our school to guide the work." ”

Gu Qiusha held a limited-edition bag and wore five-centimeter high heels, and finally got off the station to stabilize herself. The headmaster accompanied her through the winding dark passages into a small courtyard, with a kindergarten on the left and a row of old-fashioned houses on the right, with lush bamboo forests and fig trees, and presumably the boys liked to go into hide-and-seek. Hidden in the courtyard is a three-story school building, the façade is white and light blue, and the sound of elementary school students reading texts can be heard from the window, and she asks softly, "Can I go to a class?" ”

The principal took her into the classroom of the third grade (2) class, introduced the VIP status to everyone, and let the teacher continue the class. Gu Qiusha found the last row of empty seats and sat down, and the principal also sat next to her.

There are only two words written on the blackboard - chrysanthemum.

Gu Qiusha frowned instinctively, and the principal next to her was also a little embarrassed.

The teacher on the podium wrote a few lines under the "chrysanthemum" -

Autumn bushes around the house like a pottery house

Wrapping around the edge of the fence is getting more and more slanted

It is not the flower that prefers chrysanthemums

This flower blooms even more flowerless

"Please read the text."

Gu Qiusha was wondering whose poem this was? There were two more words "Yuan Zhen" on the blackboard, and the teacher said loudly: "Yuan Zhen is a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, with a slight character, and a native of Luoyang." He is a descendant of the Tuoba tribe of the Xianbei tribe of the Northern Wei Dynasty. He was good friends with another great poet, Bai Juyi, who was called 'Yuan Bai' in history, and was both an advocate of the Xin Yuefu Movement, and the author of "Yuan's Changqing Collection". ”

Because the principal and VIPs were listening to the class, the female teacher was very nervous, almost read the book again, and in order to relax the atmosphere, she hurriedly asked: "Students, does anyone know this great poet?" ”

The third-grade elementary school students knew that Li Bai and Du Fu were normal, but when it came to Yuan Zhen, it was unpopular, and when the birds were silent, the principal was also unhappy, thinking that this teacher was too confused.

Suddenly, an arm was raised high, and the teacher was excited as if he had been relieved: "Si Wang, please answer!" ”

A boy stood up, the seat was relatively back, and Gu Qiusha happened to see his side face - the outline and facial features were quite upright, the two eyes were not very big, but the feeling was that the eyebrows were clear, he was the kind of child who could be liked by sitting quietly, but the clothes he wore were simple and cheap.

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. ”

The clear and pleasant children's voice sounded, and the whole poem was memorized word for word, and it still had the modulation and frustration that only Tang poetry can have.

The boy didn't stop: "This poem is the fourth poem in Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Leaving Thoughts", in memory of his dead wife Wei Cong. When Yuan Zhen was twenty-four years old, he was just a low-ranking petty official, and he married the youngest daughter of the crown prince Shaobao Wei Xiaqing. Wei Cong, who was born in a famous aristocratic family, not only did not dislike her poor husband, but was diligent and thrifty. Seven years later, Yuan Zhi had been promoted to supervise the imperial history, but Wei Cong died of illness. In addition to grief, Yuan Zhi wrote several mourning poems, which can be called famous sentences through the ages. ”

He spoke with a straight face, and his expression was serious, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Gu Qiusha couldn't believe it anyway, the boy in front of her was only in the third grade of primary school, would he know that someone was going to come to the class, so she made special preparations? However, it was purely a whim for her, and it was impossible for someone in the entire building to have six or seven classes doing this kind of homework. Moreover, every sentence just now is so natural, which shows that the child fully understands the poem, and it is by no means rote memorization.

The female teacher was also a little stupid, she didn't necessarily know this allusion, and said vaguely: "Oh! Not bad! ”

"Actually, I don't like Yuan Weizhi very much, and in the year he wrote this poem, he took a concubine in Jiangling. Soon he met Xue Tao, a famous prostitute who was eleven years older than him, in Chengdu, and he also sang poetry and passed on love. And the "Biography of Yingying" written by Yuan Zhen, also known as "Huizhen Ji", is just a justification for the beginning and end of his youth, and he doesn't want to cause the "West Chamber" in later generations. Therefore, his and his deceased wife Wei Cong's 'once the sea is difficult to water' is just a shortcut to cling to the powerful family. ”

The whole classroom was silent, the children couldn't understand what he was saying, and the teacher didn't know anything about it.

Gu Qiusha looked like she had been stabbed in the heart by a knife, and lowered her head very uncomfortably, imagining that all the students were looking at her.

"Oh-Si Wang, please sit down, let's continue to talk about this song "Chrysanthemum".

The teacher was anxious to get out of this embarrassing situation and read the lesson plan upside down.

After the bell rang for the end of class, Gu Qiusha said in the principal's ear, "I want to talk to that child." ”

In the courtyard below the teaching building, the teacher brought the boy to her.

He was tall and thin, with well-proportioned limbs and a straight back that looked like a military stance, unlike many children who either wore thick glasses or hunched over because of their games. He was born with a pair of delicate eyes, a white and tender Zhengtai, but the hairs on his sideburns were quite heavy. Facing the principal and VIPs, his eyes are calm and calm, with a natural noble atmosphere.

Gu Qiusha leaned over and asked him, "Classmate, how do you write your name?" ”

"The commander's division, the lookout."

"Si Wang, I like the poem you memorized in class, I want to know where you learned your poems?"

"I usually read books by myself, and Baidu."

"Do you know that Yuan Zhen also has the famous "Three Songs of Sorrow"?

"Yes."

The boy didn't squint, and the slight sparkle in her eyes made her heart beat faster.

Gu Qiusha still hasn't dispelled her suspicions, and it is necessary to test it again: "Okay, can you recite any of them?" ”

"Gong Xie is the youngest and pities the daughter, and he marries Qianlou and is obedient. Gu I have no clothes to search for the basket, mud he sells wine and pulls out the gold hairpin. Wild vegetables are full of sweet and long-growing weeds, and fallen leaves add to the ancient acacia. Today's money is more than 100,000 yuan, and the king camp is resuming fasting. ”

Gu Qiusha looked at the boy dumbfounded, this was one of the few Tang poems she could recite.

The headmaster couldn't help but applaud, and the boy recited the second song without thinking: "In the past, the jokes and the aftermath are all in front of us." The garments have been exhausted, and the needle and thread are still unopened. still wants to pity the servant in his old love, and he also gave money because of his dreams. I sincerely know that everyone has this hatred, and poor couples mourn everything. ”

"Enough!"

The boy has recited the third song of "Sending Sorrow": "Sitting idle and sad is also self-sorrowful, how long is a hundred years." Deng You has no children to find his life, and Pan Yue is still mourning for his death. What do you hope for in the same cave, his fate will be more difficult. But he will open his eyes all night long and repay his life for not raising his eyebrows. ”

The last two sentences were said by Gu Qiusha and the boy in unison, and they actually became harmonies, and she took a step back in horror.

"Little friend, do you know what this 'what does the same cave want, and his fate will be more difficult'?"

"If a husband and wife are buried in the same grave, I am afraid that it is far away, and if there is an afterlife, it will be difficult for us to meet again."

From beginning to end, the boy had no expression on his face, but his gaze did not leave Gu Qiusha's eyes, with imperceptible maturity and indifference.

Gu Qiusha took a deep breath and stretched out a pair of slender hands to caress the boy's fair cheeks. He subconsciously hid backwards, then stood still, letting the woman's hand roam over his face.

When the class bell rang, she rubbed the boy's nose and said, "That's a good answer!" Let's go to class. ”

Si Wang jumped up the stairs like all the children, and he could no longer see the sophistication just now.

"What do you hope for in the same cave, his fate will be more difficult."

When she heard about her fiancé's death nine years ago, she turned out the letterhead she had written to herself, including this poem by Yuan Zhen, which he had copied by himself.

The principal asked Siwang's homeroom teacher about the boy's situation, but the answer was that his academic performance was average, he was silent, and he did not take the initiative to speak in class, and he never felt that he was extraordinary.

"Is there a family history?" Gu Qiusha added, "For example, parents are university professors? ”

"Si Wang's father is an ordinary worker, who disappeared for unknown reasons more than two years ago, and his mother works as a salesman in the post office, and the family level is not very high."

"Thank you, please help me inquire about his situation again, I think such an excellent child must be cultivated well, do you understand what I mean?"

The principal nodded again and again and sent Gu Qiusha to the car. On the outdoor advertising wall along the street, there is a large-scale spray painting of Erya Education Group, and a child star endorsement holds up two lines of words - choose Erya Education, choose your life.

She is no longer an editor of an educational publishing house, but the general manager of one of the top 10 private educational institutions in the country. A few years ago, his father, Gu Changlong, retired from the position of president of the university and used his life savings to found Erya Education Group. Because of the long-term accumulation of government resources, the company has grown by leaps and bounds in just a few years, from learning Chinese to preschool children and even training courses for the elderly, purchasing and building several private primary and secondary schools, covering all stages from the cradle to the grave. From the day he started his business, his father asked Gu Qiusha to resign and come back to help. This year, he no longer served as the general manager due to illness, so he let his daughter inherit the position.

After an hour, head back to your villa on the outskirts.

Gu Qiusha took off her high heels and took off her thick makeup in front of the dresser. In the mirror is a thirty-four-year-old woman, her skin is well maintained, there are almost no wrinkles and pigmentation, and she still looks good when she goes out with heavy makeup, at least in front of the camera, and men, women and children will take a few more looks. It's a pity that no matter how you dress up, you will never be as young as you were again, and I always think of myself when I was twenty-five years old, and I was about to become a bride.

Her father went abroad for a meeting, and asked the Filipino maid to make some simple dishes for dinner, and she ate alone in the restaurant, drank a small glass of French red wine, and went into the bedroom to watch Korean dramas. Not long after, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a man entered.

He was also in his thirties, with no half of a beard on his face and a faint cyan mark on his forehead, slowly took off his suit and tie, and walked out without saying a word.

Gu Qiusha had long been accustomed to such nights, and read two words to her husband's back: "Waste!" ”

His name is Lu Zhongyue.