The girl seemed to approve of Yang Jun's pass, so she took two steps forward, looked Yang Jun up and down, and the corners of her mouth showed a satisfied arc.

"I didn't want to go on a blind date, but because of Uncle Li's face, I reluctantly agreed to meet you, but ......"

Yi Qiushui smiled.

"But today, it seems that it is worth the trip." The girl sighed: "There are too many people in this world who are famous and famous, and there are very few people who live up to their name, in fact, I don't have high requirements for choosing a mate, that is, it is enough to find someone who is with the same way for a lifetime." ”

After a few simple conversations, Yang Jun understood why the girl was so old and unmarried, it was completely too demanding, and all the men who went on a blind date couldn't get into her eyes.

It can be seen from the name Yi Qiushui that this girl worships the culture of poetry and ancient poetry, so the standard for her mate selection is that the man must be a like-minded person.

"I wonder which way the girl is referring to?"

"If you ask about those foreign literatures, then I am willing to bow down, I don't read much, but I also have a little dabbling in the literature of some famous artists, such as Homer, Dante, Goethe, Byron, Shakespeare, Hugo, Tagore, Leo Tolstoy, Gorky, Big and Small Ma, ...... their representative works, and they have also read their representative works, and it is not good to go deeper."

Yang Jun gushed out, completely ignoring Yi Qiushui's shocked expression.

Yang Jun is also testing her.

Equality between men and women, this sentence is not lip service.

Why can you test me on a blind date, but I can't test you?

I deliberately tell you that I, Yang Jun, am not good at foreign literature, but I have read the masterpieces of these world's great writers, although I don't read much, but I definitely have a little more than the people of this era.

Yang Jun just wants to tell Yi Qiushui that I not only love Chinese classical literature, but also foreign literature.

Yi Qiushui looked at this man in shock, but his heart was like a turbulent tide, shaking endlessly, this Yang Jun is indeed not simple.

Inadvertently tested, he not only guessed his name, but also could draw inferences and casually chant poems with autumn water, and this person was not only proficient in classical literature, but also familiar with foreign masterpieces, as far as the names he just said, some of them she had never even heard.

I came back from studying abroad, and I had insight beyond this era, and I thought I was very good, but I didn't expect it......

"How can foreign literature be compared with our 5,000-year-old culture, and when I say the Tao, I naturally refer to the quintessence of the country."

Yi Qiushui pretended to be calm, and scoffed at the mention of foreign culture.

Yang Jun very much agrees with her point of view, there is no culture in this world that people can't put down and diligently pursue than the culture left by their ancestors.

Yang Jun: "Since they are all like-minded people, is that ......?"

"No hurry!" Yi Qiushui looked back at the gazebo behind him and pointed with his hand: "Let's go over there and talk." ”

After she finished speaking, her eyebrows suddenly curled up, the corners of her mouth curled up, and her mouth was tightly pursed.

Yang Jun was speechless, full of black lines, this girl is really a freak, it seems that she will continue to ask for advice.

"Do you like poetry or words? Or do you like both? ”

Sitting down in the gazebo, Yi Qiushui stared at Yang Jun with his eyes.

"Personally, I prefer words to poetry, what about you?"

"I also like words. Whose words do you like? ”

Yang Jun thought for a while: "Whether it is poetry or words, it is the inner thoughts that are displayed in different forms of words, and the poems pay attention to the battle, but the words are eclectic, and they come as good as they are." ”

"In fact, what can really express the art of words is 'poetry', what can be soundtracked is called song, what is not soundtracked is called poetry, poetry and song, like twin brothers are as close as each other, so often people combine them and use high-condensed voices to vividly express personal emotions......

Yi Qiushui's eyes stared at Yang Jun's face motionless, at this moment her heart was described as shock, the attainment of the man in front of her in classical literature can be said to be at the peak of the extreme.

No matter what kind of test he proposed, he could tell it eloquently and bring her a unique way of thinking.

At first, she could still talk along with a few sentences, but later it was completely Yang Jun's special session.

"Graceful lyricists, I prefer Xiao Yan, compared to Da Yan, Li Qingzhao, Li Yu, Zhang Xian, Ouyang Xiu, Qin Guan, Liu Yong, his words have more children's hatred, which is very in line with the situation of the public, and there is always more groundedness than those who are high-rise......"

"The Analects of Tabor: The People Can Make the Unknowable ......"

"Four or six pun texts, pay attention to the battle, juxtaposition and gallop ......"

“……”

Two hours passed.

Yang Jun was foaming at the mouth, and his mouth was dry, and he looked at Yi Qiushui, who was fascinated by the listening and the little stars in his eyes, and said,

"I said, Comrade Yi Qiushui, I've passed the test, shall we proceed to the next link?"

When Yi Qiushui heard this, he immediately blushed, and hurriedly put away the expression of the little fan girl, and pretended to be calm and said,

"What's next?"

"See...... It's just eating. Yang Jun just wanted to say that he was coming to see his parents, but suddenly felt a little reckless, so he changed his voice and pointed to his wrist and said,

"Look, it's already past dinner, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to treat you to a meal?"

Yang Jun was also very satisfied with Yi Qiushui and decided to continue to develop

Yi Qiushui is not only beautiful, has a very high literary accomplishment, and has three views, with all the characteristics of an independent woman.

However, her parents sacrificed for the country, and it was his father's comrades-in-arms who raised her, and later returned after studying abroad and worked at the First People's Hospital.

Yi Qiushui pursed his mouth, opened it, and then closed it again, frowned, and then sighed,

"Next time, I only took half a day off."

"Don't mind, it won't take long to have a meal." Seeing this, Yang Jun tried his best to keep it.

Yi Qiushui got up and walked in front of Yang Jun.

The two of them are very close, as long as they lean forward slightly, they can touch each other.

She lowered her head, her lips slightly chinned, and finally raised her head, blushing and saying loudly,

"Comrade Yang Jun, I am very satisfied with you, you are handsome, you have a good job, you have a good background, and the most important thing is ...... We both share a hobby and I ...... I hope...... Get in touch often in the future. ”

After Yi Qiushui finished speaking, he ran away with a red face.

"I'm also very satisfied......

Yang Jun looked at Yi Qiushui who was running away, and it took a long time to react.

Unexpectedly, the matter between him and Yi Qiushui was completed.

The two of them love each other, and he believes that in the future life, they can compose a gorgeous music of life together.

Yang Jun longs to talk about a vigorous love in his heart, but born in this era, everything is implicit, he doesn't want to be like others, take photos of each other on a blind date, meet each other, and then live a life.

He likes the simple life of this era, but he hates the monotonous days, even if there is no love in his life, but at least there must be a warmth like foam.

The meeting between him and Yi Qiushui is romantic and emotional, and there are no superfluous worldly routines between them, only emotional exchanges from the heart.

They both share a common hobby, and Yi Qiushui has a wide range of horizons and his insight beyond this era, and he believes that they will have a happy ending.

A gust of wind blows, and the air is filled with the scent of plum blossoms.

Yang Jun tilted his head, closed his eyes, sniffed the plum fragrance greedily, and muttered in his mouth.

"After a wisp of flowers, you are the best in the world."