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The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. ”

Zhou Ru held his forehead and sighed, his face was sad, feeling that Empress Li's country was ruined, and he was very sad in his heart.

His figure is not magnificent, a little thin, and he looks so lonely and depressed in the hall.

For a moment, Lin Qingshuang was stunned.

Lin Qingshuang's eyes were full of autumn water, his eyes were filled with mist, and he felt a twitch in his heart, and unconsciously wanted to move his legs, slowly approaching Zhou Rushi, and then gently hugged him from behind, giving him a trace of warmth.

It's a pity that Lin Qingshuang was stunned the next moment.

Zhou Ru shook his head, dissipated the sorrow on his face, looked up at the sky, his eyes were scattered, turned into a little starlight, infiltrated into the universe, and looked for the direction of the earth, because there were people he had been thinking about for a long time.

Former girl, are you okay now? Do you know that in another dimension, there is a man who is still thinking about you. He can't forget the warmth of your palms, the fragrance of your hair, and the throbbing of his heart when he embraces you.

Your smile, your every move, your little tiger teeth when you are angry, pretending to be murderous, and the cunning of sticking out your small big toe to turn off the computer host when you are playful, have all come to naught and disappeared into the space.

Although you and I have known and fallen in love for less than a year, and the time is still short, I have always been concerned about you in my heart.

"On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like daylight.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt. ”

The thick thoughts, the sorrow that cut the chaos and chaos, turned into a tornado, swept through the hall of the 'poetic soul', and blew into everyone's hearts.

Wei Youdao's expression was sluggish, his gray hair was fluttering, and he leaned on the desk dejectedly.

His heart, which had been beating for more than 10,000 years, was hit hard, and it hurt, it hurt.

The pure and beautiful Lin Qingshuang, the light in her eyes was dimly extinguished, she didn't know why she felt very uncomfortable, as if someone had snatched something beloved, lost and sad.

The female disciples in the hall had a worried face, couldn't control their tears, and always wanted to cry.

The male disciple was silent, his eyes filled with nostalgia, as if he was remembering the person who had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

At this moment, at this time, the hall is full of missing guests.

The song "Shengchazi Yuan Xi" made everyone's mood go down.

Zhou Ru glanced at the corner of his eye, and when he saw this situation, he secretly said, no!

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I started thinking about spring, isn't it too early, in case I develop a bad habit of friction and friction, then I still have to do it?

"Ahem, it seems that I can't do it anymore, I brought the little young man badly, in case someone's parents come to the door and crack and clean up after themselves, it's not worth it!"

Clapped his hands, Zhou Ru laughed loudly, interrupting everyone's emotions.

As soon as Lin Qingshuang's gaze closed, all the disciples suddenly raised their heads and looked at Zhou Ruis in unison.

Don't look too worshipful.

Zhou Ru pondered that if it weren't for Wei Youdao's presence, all the disciples would not have pounced and licked him.

These two poems are still a little unsatisfactory, which disappointed the teacher. You fight!"

With his hands spread evenly, Zhou Ru frowned, sighed faintly, and took the initiative to send the door.

Seeing that he was very disappointed in himself and dissatisfied with the poems he wrote, Wei Youdao almost ran away with the three corpse gods, and he had a tendency to become a beast.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Wei Youdao told himself not to be angry, the new student in front of him was just a child, don't care.

However, meow, a child in his early twenties, trampled on the pride in his heart, destroyed his self-satisfaction, and made him feel uncomfortable to die.

"Paralysis, you're energetic, aren't you? You are still satisfied with such two good poems, so what poems can still satisfy you. ”

Gritting his teeth, the palm in his sleeve kept changing shape, Wei Youdao screamed violently, opened his hand and grabbed it, and the ring ruler that fell at his feet was broken by him.

Snapped and fell to the ground and rolled to Zhou Ruye's feet.

Hum, angry voice!

If it weren't for the fact that there were more than a hundred pairs of eyes staring at him at the scene, Wei Youdao really wanted to hang this new student up and beat him hard.

However, this is only if, in the classroom, Wei Youdao will eventually maintain the image of the teacher.

"After thousands of years of studying poetry, it will be empty, just spare you today. ”

Wei Youdao forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, glanced at Zhou Ru is deeply, and sat cross-legged at the back of the desk.

Zhou Ruyi bowed, thanked him, and sat calmly on the futon, expressionless.

。。。。。。

"Some people say that the sword is the emperor of a hundred soldiers, which is both reasonable and unreasonable. ”

After calming down, Wei Youdao began to attend class, and Zhou Rushi listened carefully.

The "Poetry Soul" hall returned to normal for a while.

It's just that today's events are not destined to be normal, and it will spread in a crazy state that will not stop until the entire kendo club has heard about it.

The eyes of Baidao behind him were burning at Zhou Rusi, as if they were going to melt him, full of worship.

Compose a poem, let Wei Youdao eat deflated, Ao, the cake seller, this new classmate is too good!

"Do you want to be his little brother?" Disciple B turned his face to look at Disciple C.

Disciple Bingyang gave Disciple B a slap and pouted: "Cut! If you want to be, I want to be his pet dog!"

“。。。。。。 ”

The time of a class passed quickly, and when Zhou Ru was still digesting the newly heard knowledge with relish, when he raised his eyes, Wei Youdao was gone, and he couldn't help muttering, so short.

"Sword intent is to experience the artistic conception, and to experience the artistic conception, you must exercise your ability to feel everything in the world, and composing poetry is a good tool。。。。。。 ”

Look, how well it is, if only it could have been a little longer!

Zhou Ru is very regretful, he feels like a one-year-old doll, and he is still eating breast milk, but he was pinched by his jealous father and replaced with milk powder, so sad!

Good class, really good class, just don't be so enthusiastic students!

"Wow, what's your name?"

"Why are you so good?"

"Who did you learn your poems from?"

"Can you teach me?"

"Handsome guy, do you have a Taoist partner?"

"Do you think I'm suitable?"

"Tell you quietly, the slave family is very powerful in that regard!"

"Fuck off, slut, he's not your thing!"

“。。。。。。 ”