Luo Yuan now seems to have a more legitimate reason, always taking Yang Ruoning by his side, never leaving. The two are like conjoined babies, always glued together these days. Luo Yuan couldn't wait to hold her hand twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and refused to let go. If it were his own era, Yang Ruoning would definitely be scared away by Luo Yuan. Because it's too suffocating. She's the kind of person who needs a lot of personal space.

But Yang Ruoning did not escape, she chose to accept Luo Yuan's personal protection. The two of them will hold hands, walk through the streets, and walk home, this act, in this era when men and women are not kissed, naturally attracted the attention of the whole city, and became the hottest topic in Bianliang City at the end of summer.

Some people angrily denounced their 'out-of-line' behavior, believing that Yang Ruoning was a "morally corrupt" country woman, while more people were curious about how an "old" dishwasher who washed dishes in Fanlou captured the heart of the "first beautiful man".

That day, Yang Ruoning went to Fanlou's banquet with Luo Yuan as usual. During the banquet, it was proposed that a drinking ban should be enforced.

"What is a liquor order?" Yang Ruoning asked Luo Yuan quietly.

"It's to compose poetry."

Poetry? Yang Ruoning frowned. How can she compose poetry. She wanted to leave with an excuse, but the group of people seemed to refuse, and a female relative actually said, "The girl that Luo Yuan, a talented man in the world, has a fancy to must be talented...... Commander. Miss Yang, I must let you see and understand today. ”

Yang Ruoning knew that four-character idiom, and she was both good looking, so she deliberately omitted the word "appearance".

Yang Ruoning felt a little funny, she replied, "Well, the girl is very right, but the girl doesn't need to avoid the word "appearance", she is as beautiful as a girl, and naturally has many benefits, but the girl doesn't know that there are benefits to being ordinary." ”

"Oh? What did the girl say about this? Someone asked.

"It's that if someone likes me, then he must be really, really like me." Yang Ruoning turned her head and raised her eyebrows at Luo Yuan next to her.

Luo Yuan smiled, he reached out and plucked a grain of rice from the corner of her lips, and then naturally put it in his mouth and ate it.

For a moment, the room became silent.

Yang Ruoning turned her head, shrugged it, and said to the shocked woman, "Liking someone has nothing to do with appearance." Although we look like ...... People from two different worlds, but we... What do you say in your words? She turned her head to look at Luo Yuan.

"Two lovers? Hit it off? Luo Yuan said with a smile.

"Well, yes, we're in love. We attract each other's souls. ”

"That's what the girl said, then we might as well use the most intriguing relationship between men and women in the world as the topic, what do you think?" Someone is playing a round.

Yang Ruoning, who doesn't even know much about words, where can she compose poems? But Yang Ruoning didn't think so. Everyone has their own area of expertise, some can write poetry, some can dance, some are good at sports. Why measure everyone by one talent.

Thinking so, Yang Ruoning did not leave, but held Luo Yuan's hand under the table when he looked at her with some concern, as if to tell him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, don't worry.

So they began to drink wine and compose poems. In view of the fact that all the senior intellectuals present belong to Da Song, Yang Ruoning naturally can't understand a word.

It was Yang Ruoning's turn.

She was about to honestly tell her that she didn't know how to compose poetry, but Luo Yuan on the side took the lead, "Why don't you chant a poem with Ruo Ning and me?" ”

"Is it Lord Luo's recent new work?" Everyone was curious.

"It's not a new work, it's just a chance to see it from Ruo Ning, and I like it very much," Luo Yuan said.

Am I here? Yang Ruoning looked at him suspiciously.

He smiled at her and began to groan.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

His voice was strong and powerful, and it was particularly appropriate to chant this sad word.

How long has it been since she heard the song? This is a mother's favorite word. Yang Ruoning remembered that when she was a child, when she complained to her mother in the kitchen about how difficult Chinese was to learn after returning from the Chinese Academy, her mother would read this poem to her, tell her the beauty of Chinese, and explain to her the poet's deep longing for his deceased wife.

Like, now I'm missing you like crazy. Thinking of this, Yang Ruoning was in tears in an instant.

"I came back to my hometown in a dream, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

She looked at Luo Yuan and couldn't help but pick up the second half.

Luo Yuan's hand holding her under the table tightened, and he seemed to feel the change in her mood for a moment.

When the words fell, everyone was shocked by the sadness and tactfulness of this word. For a moment everyone was speechless. They saw that a pair of beloved men and women at the table were staring at each other, and a pair of mandarin ducks were overflowing with love in their eyes.

Who wouldn't envy this truly loving couple?

"Good words!" Someone exclaimed, bringing everyone's thoughts back, and everyone raised their glasses in praise.

Someone asked Yang Ruoning, "I didn't expect the girl's "Jiangchengzi" to be so moving, it can be called a rare masterpiece in the world." ”

Yang Ruoning replied lightly, "I didn't write this word. ”

"Whose hand is that?"

"It's a word that my mother likes, and I don't know who the author is." Yang Ruoning replied.

On the way home that day, Yang Ruoning asked Luo Yuan, "How did you know this poem?" ”

Luo Yuan said, "I saw it on your computer." I was amazed at how beautifully the poem was written, so I memorized it. ”

It turned out Jaso

The calligraphy on the desktop of the computer that she couldn't read was written wildly in scribble.

"This is a word that my mother liked when she was alive," Ms. Yang said, "she said it was written by a poet to his dead wife." I wonder if my mother will recognize me at a glance when she sees me now...... After all these years, I really, really miss her. ”

Luo Yuan hugged her gently.

Yang Ruoning stretched out her hand to wrap around him. "If your mother is still around, she will love you. She will definitely say, Yang Ruoning, you are very unexpected, you found such a handsome and excellent boy. ”

Luo Yuan dropped a kiss on her head, "I want to thank them for bringing me such a good you." ”