After the two sisters finished freshening up, they got into the quilt together, Ruoli hugged her sister and said happily: "Sister, I'm so happy today." I was so close to him and had a snowball fight with him, I felt like I was in a dream. ”

Ruojun smiled and said nothing, while she was happy for her sister, she remembered the eight "butterfly love flowers" in the study.

Ruoli was still there and said excitedly: "Sister, do you know? He said I looked a bit like you. ”

Ruojun smiled: "You stupid girl, since you were a child, everyone has said so, what's so happy about this." We are sisters, and it is only natural that we are alike. ”

Ruoli blushed and said: "He said that it was different from what others said, we had a snowball fight, and later found out that you were gone, so he stared at me, sister, do you know how fast my heart beats?" Later, he said that I look like you, and that I am like a budding plum blossom. ”

Ruojun saw her eyebrows fluttering, her arms exposed outside the quilt, and hurriedly pulled up the cover for her. Ruoli lay down and looked at the top of the bed and said, "Sister, if my brother-in-law didn't have a disability, it would be great." The four of us love each other and live together, how happy it is! ”

Ruojun folded the quilt for her and lay down herself, Ruoli said again: "Sister, your mother-in-law is really amazing, at first I thought she was so beautiful, so noble, so kind, so gentle, but just now she suddenly sank her face, but it really jumped me, by the way, sister, she didn't embarrass you, right?" ”

Ruojun turned off the lights and said, "No, don't worry. He turned his head to look at Ruoli and said, "Hey, you little magpie should also sleep, you have to go to school tomorrow." ”

Ruoli yawned, narrowed her eyes, turned over after a while, and said again from her mouth in a daze: "Sister...... Why doesn't Ruikang call you sister-in-law? .......True...... Strange ......"

Ruojun listened to her sudden question, her heart jumped, and she thought weakly, would she notice something? Fortunately, Ruoli didn't ask, and had already breathed evenly and fell asleep.

Mei Ruoli and Zhou Ruikang go out to school together every day, if Ruikang has a little free time after school, Ruoli will pester him to ask questions, talk about the past and the present, talk about the past and the present, talk and laugh is harmonious, but it seems that the plum appreciation conference has been left behind, but Ruojun and Mrs. Zhou are busy preparing for their plum appreciation conference every day, what to buy how many melon seeds and candy, how many plates, cups, chairs, what snacks to make, what tea to drink, what wine, these trivial things, Ruojun is more careful to prepare a lot of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The weekend is coming, Ruikang happily led a dozen classmates to the house, Ruoli also brought four friends to Zhou's house, and instantly Zhou's house was filled with a strong youthful atmosphere, Zhou's family was busy up and down, the door of Yongmei Garden was wide open, and young people shuttled back and forth in the garden, laughing and playing.

Everyone frolicked for a while, Zhou Ruikang stood on the stone bench, holding chopsticks in one hand and a cup in the other, knocked three times with "Dangdang", and laughed loudly: "Hey, don't make noise, don't make noise, it's not just about eating and drinking today, if any of you can't make a good poem today, you will be fined." ”

Cheng Jiawei smiled below: "Hey, Zhou Ruikang, aren't you, invite us to your house to enjoy the plums, and you will be fined?" Several of you are from the Department of Chinese Literature, all of you are export documents, but I am from the Department of Architecture, are you clearly not asking me to pay for it? ”

Everyone laughed, Zhou Ruikang said with a smile: "Hey, I don't want this money, everyone knows that last month, the students of the 'Pingjin Southward Expansion Propaganda Group' went south to various rural areas to expand anti-Japanese propaganda, they worked hard along the way, and were surrounded by military and police, I think those of us who did not participate should also say a little bit about raising funds to buy a small souvenir for the students who participated in the propaganda group in our school, how about it?" ”

After hearing this, everyone nodded in support, and Cheng Jiaqi was the first to stand up and said: "This idea is good, I agree, whether you can write gorgeous poems or not, I support it, I will donate first!" As he spoke, he took out two silver dollars and a few bills from his pocket, and took a pen holder on the desk beside him, poured out the pen, and put the money in.

Then he pulled his brother Cheng Jiawei and said, "Brother, hurry up, where is your money?" While saying and searching his pockets, Cheng Jiawei raised his hands and said, "Okay, good, I surrender, I surrender, I donate, I donate." Shall I do it myself? Auntie and grandmother. As he spoke, he glanced at her and joked: "It's really strange, you are the first to agree with whatever he says, and you are the first to oppose whatever I say, are you the first to give birth to the wrong person?" ”

As soon as he said this, everyone laughed, Cheng Jiaqi's face was flushed with shame, she stepped on her brother heavily, and sat aside, everyone donated generously, and after a while, the pen holder was already stuffed with money.

Mei Ruoli only had a few cents in her pocket, which was her pocket money for a week, and seeing that everyone had already donated, she lowered her head, put her hand in her pocket, rubbed the few cents repeatedly, and slowly walked to Zhou Ruikang.

"I ...... Donate....... Ruoli didn't know how to speak, and when she looked up, Ruikang winked at him and smiled: "I'll donate your share for you." As he spoke, he took two silver dollars from his pocket and threw them into the pen holder.

Mei Ruoli was so moved that she almost cried. Ruikang smiled: "Go and compose a poem!" ”

Ruoli nodded, pursed her lips, and ran to the side to start a poem.

The laughter in the Yongmei Garden passed through the flower path wave after wave, drifting into the deserted chrysanthemum garden, Mei Ruojun sat in front of the window while embroidering flowers, while listening to the laughter of their youth, thinking, their lives are so full of vitality, full of hope, full of the future, what lovely young people they are, and they are already in two worlds with them, they belong to the past feudal closed, follow the rules of the era.

After a while, Cuiliu brought a plate of snacks, came in with a pot of tea, and said with a smile: "Ouch, grandmother, the Zhou family is really lively today." I just sent snacks to Yongmei Garden, and the second young master asked me to send some to you. ”

Ruojun stopped the needle and thread in his hand, sighed secretly, and said in a low voice: "He has a heart." Then he asked curiously, "What are they laughing at?" So happy? ”

Cuiliu smiled: "They are composing poems, whoever doesn't do it well will have to be drawn on his face with a brush, and the young master of the Cheng family has already painted three or four lines on his face, which is really funny." ”

Ruojun thought of Cheng Jiawei being painted with a big flower face, and couldn't help laughing, Cuiliu suddenly remembered something, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and said, "This is what the second young master asked me to hand over to you, saying that you should also compose two poems according to this." ”

Ruojun took the note, which read: "Yongmei, no rhyme, no limit, ancient and modern." Ruojun laughed, knowing that it was Ruikang who wanted her to have fun with everyone.

So I walked to the desk with great interest, polished the ink, brushed the thoughts, and polished the book:

"In the winter of the 39th season, the branches are busy with spring every year,

At that time, the Tang Palace Shangguan Zhi skillfully hid his sorrows.

Brave the wind and frost to show his proud bones, and his plain clothes are wrapped in red makeup,

Wait until the spring flowers fall, and listen to the gentlemen's heartfelt complaints. ”

After I finished writing, I still didn't feel like it, and attached a paragraph of five words:

"Eternal plum tunes, thousands of families chanting wind bones,

If you know that the frost and snow are bitter, you can cherish the flowers. ”

After writing, he sighed, folded it and handed it to Cuiliu, and said, "Go and give it to Ruikang." Thank you for remembering me. ”

Cuiliu nodded and went out, Ruojun drank a cup of tea, and then sat by the window doing needlework.

Yongmei Garden is lively, everyone eats and drinks, talking and laughing, so unpleasant, one of the female classmates picked up a piece of manuscript paper, stood up and said loudly: "Hey, hey, don't make trouble, there is a good poem here, I don't know who wrote it, there is no signature, I will read it." ”

Everyone quieted down, and the female classmate read: "Visiting the plum garden on a moonlit night, the shadows under the trees are delicate, and you are happy in the snow, and you will never grow old." ”

"Ouch, this seems to be a love poem." A male classmate said, "Is there anyone here who is in love?" Who is sending love with poetry? Visiting the plum garden on a moonlit night, the shadows under the trees are delicate...... Oops, it's so romantic! Hahahaha"

Saying that, everyone laughed, and the female classmate gave him a blank look and said: "You men, you don't understand the amorous at all, I think this poem is romantic and lyrical, and the author must love each other very much, the affection is lingering and sincere, what's so funny?" Aren't you all in love? ”

Zhou Ruikang was eating dim sum in the house, and when he heard this poem, he had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't mind when he turned his head, and continued to eat his dim sum, drinking fragrant tea, at this time Mei Ruoli walked to his side, shaking his braid with his hand, and asked with a smile: "Do you think this poem is good?" ”

Ruikang sat there and took a sip of tea, looked up at her, nodded, and said, "Not bad." ”

Ruoli asked shyly, "Who do you guess wrote this poem?" ”

Ruikang shook his head and said, "I don't know." As he spoke, he reached out and took a piece of plum blossom cake, this plum blossom cake was crispy and delicious, melted in the mouth, it was very delicious, he had eaten six pieces in a row, and just put the piece in his hand into his mouth, when suddenly Ruoli attached himself to him, and whispered in his ear: "I wrote it." ”

As soon as he heard that she wrote it, Ruikang was startled, and almost choked to death by the plum blossom cake, and hurriedly drank two sips of water, wanting to explain it to her, but Ruoli had already jumped back to her friends, talking and laughing with them.

Zhou Ruikang shook his head and sighed, he couldn't understand how Ruoli could write such a fleshy love poem for himself, and the scene in the poem was exactly what happened in the plum garden a few days ago. Wakapear? Ruikang thinks it's funny when he thinks about it, how is it possible? In his heart, Ruoli is just Ruojun's sister, and she must have played a prank and deliberately wrote this poem to scare herself.

Cheng Jiawei ran in and grabbed a handful of melon seeds and snacks on the table, and said while eating: "Hey, don't play with the crepe thing like writing poems, it's so boring, why don't you make a speech, talk about the current situation, and talk about whether there is any hope for the two factions of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party to fight like this?" ”

Ruikang sneered and frowned: "The house is about to be occupied by outsiders, and the two brothers are still fighting for the ownership of the house in the house, and the current situation is actually obvious, only if the people of the whole country are united, unite as one, and resist foreign enemies, can China have a glimmer of hope, otherwise the country will not be far away." If the country is destroyed, who can escape the fate of the slaves of the country? Even if he fled abroad with gold and silver, he was still a slave of the country. Seriously, I've been thinking about being a soldier lately, going to the Whampoa Military Academy. What do you think? ”

Cheng Jiawei said: "Do you want to go to war? Can your mom and dad agree? Don't be kidding, I agree with your idea, but going to war is not a joke, it will kill people. ”

"Born in troubled times, greedy for life and afraid of death, you can only achieve nothing, and the country is about to die, if everyone is a turtle with a shrunken head, what hope does the country have at all?" Zhou Ruikang said, sighed and said, "But you're right, my father and mother won't agree." ”

Cheng Jiaqi walked in, heard their conversation, and said: "Ruikang, serving the country does not have to go to the battlefield, there can be many ways, such as economic salvation, education to save the country, and science to save the country. Not everyone is fit to go to war. You have elderly parents and an older brother who is disabled, and you are gone, or something happens, what are they going to do? Just like my brother, he is an only child, and if something happens, my parents will not survive. ”

Zhou Ruikang glanced at her, she was always able to enlighten him well and support her, she was really a rare confidant. Cheng Jiawei said: "Yes, after graduation, I want to build bridges and houses for China. ”

"Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both, I will think about it again." Ruikang said.

At this time, Cuiliu walked in, handed Ruojun's poem to Ruikang, and said, "Second young master, this is a poem written by the eldest young grandmother. ”

After Ruikang opened it and looked at it, he couldn't help but praise: "Good! ”

The brothers and sisters of the Cheng family took it and looked at it, and they all praised it.

Ruikang turned around and walked to the desk, picked up the pen and wrote: "When the wind and snow are exhausted, there are people who cherish flowers!" He quickly folded the paper, handed it to Cuiliu, and said, "Go and give it to her." ”

Cuiliu hesitated for a moment, but did so. At this time, everyone began to play the game of idiom solitaire in the courtyard, and Ruikang and the Cheng family brothers and sisters also walked out to join them.

Several classmates praised Ruoli for her quick response, Ruoli was very happy, Ruikang smiled: "Okay, let's come again, just use the idiom solitaire with flowers, and whoever can't say it will draw a stroke on his face." ”

Cheng Jiawei shouted: "Come again? I just washed my face, alas, if I don't come, I won't come. ”

Ruikang laughed and said, "If you want to run, you have to ask everyone if they agree?" Everyone said they didn't agree, and several naughty male classmates rushed up, held Cheng Jiawei down, and couldn't help but say, picked up a brush and drew a line on his face as a punishment for running away. Everyone laughed again.

Cuiliu took the note written by Ruikang to Ruojun, and always felt inappropriate and hesitant in her heart, so she turned back on the path step by step. Halfway through, he suddenly bumped into Mrs. Zhou.

Seeing her panicked, Mrs. Zhou asked, "Cuiliu, what's wrong with you?" Why can't you give up? ”

Cuiliu was startled by Mrs. Zhou's sharp eyes, her hand shook, and the note fell to the ground, Mrs. Zhou glanced at the note and said, "What is this?" ”

Cuiliu said hesitantly: "No, nothing? ”

Mrs. Zhou glared at her and said, "Pick it up and give it to me." ”

Cuiliu couldn't do it, so she had to squat down, slowly pick up the note, and hand it to Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou opened it, was shocked, and asked, "Who wrote this?" ”

Cuiliu bit her lip and said, "Yes...... Be...... Second Young Master......"

Mrs. Zhou was even more puzzled, and hurriedly asked, "Ruikang wrote it?" Who is it for? Written to you? ”

Cuiliu hurriedly shook her head again and again: "No, no, no, madam, it's the second young master...... To...... Grandma's. ”

When Mrs. Zhou heard this, her heart sank, she looked around, pulled Cuiliu to the corner, and asked, "The two of them have been letting you pass the message in the middle?" ”

"No, no, no, it's just today, madam, don't get me wrong, the eldest young grandmother and the second young master are both people who know how to measure." Cuiliu hurriedly mentioned Ruojun and Ruikang's defense, and told Mrs. Zhou about writing the poem again.

Mrs. Zhou took a deep breath, looked at the two sentences in her hand again, and thought of Ruikang always refusing to call Ruojun her sister-in-law, she was very unhappy in her heart, and said: "You listen to me, you have to serve the eldest young grandmother well, and she is not allowed to have anything to do with the second young master, you know?" This is extremely important. ”