I lay on the bed and reminisced about the kiss, even if it was through a piece of paper, and it turned out that the kiss was what it tasted like.

There are many firsts in life, not all of them are profound, but they are all new growth.

Inadvertently, I remembered when we first held hands, but in fact, we didn't really hold hands at all, and I interrupted my thoughts.

With your head on your hands, you look at the ceiling as if you were lying on the lawn at night looking at the stars.

The two stars echoed each other, getting closer and closer, and I fell asleep......

When I got up in the morning, Xu Qing was the girl who drank the fragments, as if she had a vague memory of yesterday, I don't know if she was pretending, but this is good.

Just like the loss of memory by the heroines of many Xianxia novels, it is a relief.

"The animation club has sent a notice that our couple experience week is about to start."

Xu Qing happily jumped in front of my eyes and magnified the notification information on his phone to show me.

"Oh, no."

I felt both happy and lost.

"What's the matter, aren't you looking forward to it?"

Xu Qing looked at me with a slightly lost look, as if he had been rejected.

"No, I just feel a little faster."

I turned around and continued to clean up the table and set the breakfast.

Xu Qing picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, and after tasting it, he exclaimed that it was delicious.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten the breakfast you made, and it's still so delicious."

Her sweet smile was close to my face, and she still had a no-makeup beauty even without makeup.

"You're stupid, this is the hot and sour noodles bought downstairs, can't you see it?"

I broke her enthusiasm with a word, "And you dare to come to breakfast without brushing your teeth." ”

"Oh, I wanted to show it to you when I saw the notification, but I forgot about it."

She whispered and ran to the bathroom.

I could clearly feel how she had become gentle, and she would have replied ten sentences before, or added to them with punches and kicks.

But I seem to have instantly become a very fierce nanny. This is the contrast?

""Meet You" is a program that records two people of the opposite sex trying to get along, and our program will show the current situation of each group of couples, whether it will bring you an unexpected sweet romance or the embarrassment of not getting along? Let's wait and see. ”

As soon as the host's voice fell, the camera switched to the scene.

Look at the surrounding environment, it is a Suzhou-style smoke and rain painting bridge. In front of the camera is the male protagonist, and the host is interviewing him.

"I'm going to see my girlfriend soon, how do you feel now?"

"I was very excited, I didn't believe it when I heard that there was such a good thing. Now the dream has come true, and it is unexpected. ”

"So what do you want from your significant other, or what kind of girl do you want to be?"

"I hope the personality is better, I personally prefer gentle girls."

"Very good, then we're going to see the heroine, now please put this on."

The host handed the boy a costume that fit perfectly after wearing it because he was of good height.

Then the host handed him another sachet.

When the boy was puzzled, the host said: "Since today's heroine is also wearing ancient costumes, it is more appropriate to wear this, she wears the same sachet as you."

And right in one of the alleys nearby, now you can go looking for a beautiful encounter. ”

Soon after, the camera stops in an alley, and the boy sees the same sachet as himself.

Not far away, a woman with an antique flower umbrella and a red dress was admiring a rose blooming in the wall. If it comes with a little rain, it has the hazy beauty of a lilac girl.

The boy stepped forward, just as the woman turned around, and her long hairpins floated in the air, giving a good impression.

It's just that when the two of them met, they couldn't help but laugh, as if they felt funny inexplicably when they were making a movie.

"You're my other half." The boy was the first to speak, his smile still unchecked, and he removed his sachet from his belt.

And the girl smiled and replied "yes".

Seeing that the two were about to start an awkward chat, the host appeared to steal the topic. Let's talk to the boy first:

"How does it feel to see your other half now?"

"Very good, I didn't expect to be so beautiful, and a girl who likes ancient style should be very literary."

The boy looked at the girl, smiling.

The host turned to the girl: "So what do you think of his guess?" ”

"It's quite accurate, I really like literature, like some literature in the Republic of China, I love to read it, and I also play the guzheng."

"That's right, I usually like." The boy couldn't help but interject.

"Then you can play an ensemble later, so that the audience can feast their ears." Both nodded.

"The pattern on your umbrella is very chic, and there is a poem next to it." The boy noticed the umbrella in the girl's hand.

"I made this umbrella, and I actually wrote this poem myself." The girl winked mischievously.

"Then you don't mind letting everyone enjoy your masterpiece", the host interjected.

"I don't dare to be a masterpiece, I can only say that it is clumsy", the girl showed the part of the poem under the camera.

"Spring Cold"

The wind and cold clouds are late in spring

When the lonely Yan is thick, the horse is thin and the city is deep, and the people are getting haggard

One person sighed and parted with tears twice and three lines

The hatred of this scene on a different day is hard to get rid of

The sunset is infinitely good

It was not too late, and the night was silent until the beginning of dawn

If the league is deep and the years are old, how to keep the deceased

Listen to the wind and rain

Since ancient times, the green mountains are still Pegasus Changdu, and no one spares them

"Not bad, actually." The host enthusiastically cheered, and the boy also nodded, and attracted a few passers-by to stop when he read aloud.

The girl was a little uncomfortable with the long sleeves when she saw the boy's activities, "The sleeves of your clothes are so big, you can fit two hands." ”

"Yes, but I still like the feeling of this kind of Tsing Yi inkman, if you come to the sword, you will be a hero."

"I'll give you a P later", the host mixed in again, stirring up the atmosphere.

"Seeing that you are now familiar with each other, then I will take you to a place next, which is also the main shooting location for today."

"Okay, let's go." The two applauded in anticipation.

The host took them to a mansion that turned out to be a small porcelain-making workshop.

Inside, a master is shaping, coloring, and carving some patterns of clay.

"As you can see, today's game is to make ceramics, which can be regarded as promoting traditional culture. Now let's ask our master to introduce the general process of making ceramics."

Then an older uncle began to show the ingredients and tools one by one.

"In fact, the main thing is to choose the right soil, and then the next thing is to knead the mud, in order to remove the air from the mud, so that there will be no bubbles in the embryo. Next is the embryo drawing, which is a very interesting process. It is through this rotating turntable that the porcelain clay is drawn into a porcelain embryo by hand or with a tool for drawing embryos. Finally, the paint for the painting embryo needs to be ground for a long time in advance, and of course the formula is not publicized. In fact, high-grade ceramics are glazed, but they can also be fired directly without glaze, but the finished product is relatively rough. ”

In a burst of warm applause, the uncle's explanation was announced. We all sincerely admire these craftsmen who insist on guarding our traditional crafts.

Under the guidance of the master, the two soon began their own pottery road, and the girl was clumsy when pulling the embryo due to the unfamiliar principle.

The boy enthusiastically helped the girl get in shape and explained the tricks. At last the girl finally pulled out a decent jar and was very happy.

Now the two are drawing, the girl has drawn two butterflies, and the boy has drawn a swallow with a few willow branches.

Watching their creations enter the fireplace, the two smiled with satisfaction. And chatted with each other to ease the tension.

Before the finished product came out, the two decided to play a song for the ceramic master, and also to satisfy the wishes of the audience.

So a song "Looking at the Moon" is about to come out, this song is from Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".

The two worked very well together and ended with a perfect performance.

In the end, the master handed the ceramics to the two of them, although it was not very beautiful, but it was of great significance.

The two of them held their own works and looked very pleased. Out of the workshop, the host interviewed the two again:

Now you give each other a score out of 10."

The host first asked the boy: "How much did you hit?" ”

"Eight points, and the remaining two points are reserved for future relationships." The boy said confidently, and the girl smiled mysteriously.

"How much do you think she's going to call you? Will it be higher? The host asked the boy.

"I don't know, as long as I can pass." The boy's answer amused everyone, whether college students have an inexplicable bond with passing.

"And how many points did you rate her?" The camera pans to the girl.

"Nine points", the girl's answer surprised both the host and the boy. The boy looked at the girl embarrassedly.

"Because I think she is very warm and polite, just like taking the initiative to help me when making pottery, and he is also very literary and artistic, he is the type I like, and the rest is because there is no perfect person."

The girl's words made the boy smile like a flower, and it was the first time that he was praised like this.

The girl also embarrassedly covered her bright smile with her hand after speaking.

In the end, the two successfully held hands and started the next part of their journey.