If it was in the past, she would definitely talk to Nan Yiyun on her mobile phone for a long time, you must know that Nan Yiyun has been playing the role of her "male girlfriend" for so many years, she will tell him everything, but today on the court Han Chuxue said that Nan Yiyun likes her, so she decided to chat less with Nan Yiyun in the future to keep her distance from him.

Alas, she has always regarded Nam Yiyun as a good friend, but now she can't even be friends with him.

It's good to be a friend, why should he like her?

Could it be that she is so pretty?

┭┮_┭┮I knew that I wouldn't be mortal at the beginning......

She couldn't help but recall the scene when she first saw Nan Yiyun, when Nan Yiyun was still a little stammering and reading Chinese love poems in that camphor forest all day, so she mistakenly thought that he had a girl he liked, and after becoming friends with him, she also helped him chase the girl he liked.

……

When she and Nam Yiyun first met, they were in a camphor forest.

It was an early autumn morning, the autumn wind was bleak, the air was filled with the fragrance of camphor trees, she came to this camphor forest to practice vocal music, but she did not expect to meet Nan Yiyun who was reading Chinese love poems here.

At that time, Nan Yiyun was a little stammering, and her Chinese pronunciation was not very standard, but she still heard that Nan Yiyun was reading a love poem written by Xu Zhimo.

In fact, the original text of this poem is "I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in your wave heart", but Nam Ye-yoon pronounced it......

- "I am ...... of heaven"

Nam Ye-yoon took a deep breath.

"Patches of clouds in the air......"

When she was confused, Nan Yiyun read out the second half of the sentence:

- "Occasionally projected on your broken heart......"

If she hadn't understood the second half of the sentence, she wouldn't have known that Nan Yiyun was reading Xu Zhimo's love poems.

She was looking back to see who had ruined Xu Zhimo's love poems like this, when she saw Nan Yiyun, who was burying her head in her thoughts, not knowing that there were other people in this camphor forest.

Nam Ye-yoon recited it like this several times, and sometimes it was even worse than the other, and she finally couldn't help it and stepped forward to correct him.

"What are you reading? How can you read poems like this, Xu Zhimo's love poems have been ruined by you! ”

When he saw her, Nam Yiyun's eyes showed deep consternation, and his face quickly turned red, as if he didn't expect that there was someone here besides him.

"You you can understand Chinese?" Nam Ye-yoon asked suspiciously.

"I'm Chinese, of course I understand!"

Nam Ye-yoon's face turned even redder.

She took the notebook in his hand, and sure enough, she saw that his notebook was copied with Xu Zhimo's love poem "Accidental", this poem is very famous, but the poems copied by Nan Yiyun in the notebook were full of typos, no wonder he mispronounced it.

"Look at you, it's all wrong...... 'I'm a cloud in the sky', why are you adding air behind the air? There is also the 'occasional projection in your wave heart' is a vote of input, not the head of the big head, it is a 'wave heart', not a 'broken heart', you made a mistake...... Isn't it swearing when it reads? ”

She took the pen that Nan Yiyun put aside and corrected all the typos in the poem for him, which shows that Nan Yiyun is still confused, as if she can't understand the words she changed for him.

"Forget it, I'll mark you with pinyin, I'll mark it with pinyin, and you won't be mispronounced."

"I can't read or understand pinyin......"

"Won't it?"

Nam Ye-yun nodded sullenly, her cheeks crimson.

She thought to herself, why can't he even read Chinese love poems in pinyin? But after thinking about it, maybe he fell in love with a Chinese girl and wanted to impress people with Chinese love poems, so he practiced here repeatedly.

It was because she made up such a big drama in her heart, so she embarked on the road of no return to help Nan Yiyun write Chinese love poems repeatedly later, so that he could chase the girl he liked.