Yang Jun saw that everyone couldn't come, so he took a white-flour steamed bun and handed it to Yi Qiushui.

Yin Qiushui looked at the tempting food, sniffed it, and only broke half a steamed bun.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, girls eat vegetables, who have you ever seen?

The girl herself eats a small amount of food, coupled with the need to maintain her figure, coupled with delicious meat dishes, the allure of white flour steamed buns is even more dispensable.

Yang Jun was not polite, took the remaining half of the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Wait!"

Yi Qiushui's white and tender little hand reached over, took the steamed bun and put it on the dish, and looked at him playfully.

"Good wine, good food, beautiful scenery, why don't you come to the last section?"

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this, and his head was suddenly full of black lines.

Is this another assessment of yourself?

Auntie, you're really a fan of classical literature.

You don't look at what this place is?

It's a hospital, a public place, and doctors and nurses are watching.

Auntie, can you change the occasion?

Yang Jun looked at her with an embarrassed expression and motioned for him to change the occasion.

In the face of Yang Jun's plea, Yi Qiushui's delicate face was like a red apple, his eyes were lowered, and he whispered softly with a shy face,

"This is the last assessment."

When Yang Jun heard this, his eyes widened, and he was immediately ecstatic.

You Yi Qiushui deliberately released water, don't blame me Yang Jun for laughing.

Yang Jun sat up straight, clenched his fists, and looked eager to try, and the two exchanged eyes several times in an instant.

"Please ask the question."

Li Qiushui held his cheek with one hand, his eyes casually glanced out of the window, and his vision was fixed in the white world of Beihai Park.

Then, his expression froze, his eyes stared at Yang Jun's face, Sakura bit his lips, and said softly,

"Let's take plum blossoms and snow as the theme."

Yang Jun heard this, immediately happy, since ancient times, the plum blossom or snow as the theme of the poem can be said to be countless, as long as you chant a song, you can hug the beauty.

However, Yang Jun frowned, feeling that Yi Qiushui could not be so simple, with her such paranoid love for ancient poetry, ordinary poems naturally could not enter her eyes.

If you write poems about snow and plum blossoms alone, there are naturally not a few, but poems that describe both things at the same time can be said to be rare.

Of course, like something, a plum in the corner, Ling Hai opened alone. ', 'Although the spring is close to cold, Mei Shuxue is still drifting. Naturally, this kind of verse is not satisfactory.

The sentence 'The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.' This sentence is even more useless, I used it as soon as we met yesterday.

On the surface, Yi Qiushui seems to be Yang Jun's poems about snow and plums, but in fact, she also wants to knead the love between them in plum blossoms and snow.

Although she doesn't believe in love at first sight, she also hopes to be more romantic on the way to pursue love.

She and Yang Jun have only met twice, but she always feels that the two have known each other for a long, long time, like 10,000 years, they don't need to say much to each other, they can understand each other, one look, one action, each other is so tacit.

Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun's sad appearance, her heart was in her throat, how worried she was that Yang Jun couldn't answer, for a moment, she wanted to give up the test.

Yang Jun thought for a while, then turned his head to look out the window, contemplating deeply, looking at the clean and pure white world outside the window.

I don't know how long it took, but I could only hear him whispering,

"The breeze is north of the South Lane,

The old people in South Lane don't know where to go.

You had no intention of going through the hall,

It's lonely and leads to mountain floods.

When to look at the southern snow,

I have two white heads with plum blossoms.

The green tile recalls the rain of the old days,

There is no one in the deep alley of Zhu Umbrella. ”

After Yang Jun finished reading, his mind returned to his mind and looked back.

I saw Yi Qiushui's eyes blurred, his eyes flashed with tears, and he said stupidly: "When can you look at Nanxue, I and the plum blossoms are white." ”

"Qingwa recalls the rain of the old days, and there is no one in the deep alley of Zhu Umbrella."

Yi Qiushui was deeply attracted by this love poem, and kept muttering these few lines back and forth.

Her thoughts seem to fly to the scene in the poem, the bleak north wind blows to the south lane, the person I miss is in Nangang, why don't you come back, I still stay in place, waiting for the returnee, looking through the eyes, looking into the distance, I can't see the scenery on the side of the road, I can't tell the unexplained thoughts, lingering in my heart, I can't get rid of it, the breeze is north of the South Lane, the old people in the South Lane don't know where to go, I hope we are all well, even if the sky is different.

"Did you make this poem? I've never heard of it. ”

After a long time, Yi Qiushui came back to his senses, grabbed Yang Jun's hand, and asked urgently.

Yang Jun could feel how excited Yi Qiushui was from the strength of her hand, not only was she paranoid about classical literature, but she even hoped to get the sweet and romantic love in the beautiful ancient poems.

"It's a love letter from a talented man to his lover, and I'm just quoting it."

Yang Jun explained with a red face.

This poem is a love letter written by Mr. Shen Congwen to Zhang Zhaohe, which was published on the Internet in about 2013, when this love poem caused a sensation on the whole network, and everyone was moved by the poignant love between Mr. Shen Congwen and Ms. Zhang Zhaohe.

As for why it was made public in 2013, it was because in this era, such love letters are considered a cancer and will be criticized.

Now that Mr. Shen Congwen is still here, Yang Jun naturally can't say that it is his love letter, which will bring a lot of trouble to Mr. Shen, so he can only prevaricate Yi Qiushui temporarily.

Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun with a red face, thinking that he was embarrassed, and her pretty face was full of happy expressions.

"I don't believe it, I think you wrote it for me."

"Ahem...... cough ......" Yang Jun said speechlessly: "I really didn't write it, I don't lie to you." ”

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he felt that the room was suddenly quieter, and when he looked back, he saw all the doctors and nurses staring at him stupidly, and they were still reciting the love poem in their mouths.

There were even a few little nurses who were writing down on paper......

Seeing this, Yang Jun was immediately anxious, and hurriedly stood up and explained,

"I really didn't write this poem, I saw it in a book, but I just quoted it."

Yang Jun is really afraid that they will misunderstand, or in two days, this love letter will definitely be popular in the city, and then he Yang Jun will become a person who deceives his name and steals the world.

"I really didn't write it, I read it in a literary book."

These doctors and nurses are not so easy to fool, they are all literate people, and in addition to studying medicine, they often read some magazines and literature and other books, and if such good poems appear in any book, they have no reason not to know.

"I know you didn't write it, look at your urgency." A nurse winked at him, meaning to say, do you look like a fool to me?

"Yes, yes, you didn't write it, don't worry, we won't say it."

Seeing this, Yang Jun was also speechless, and the more he explained, the more he was misunderstood, so he simply said.

"This love letter was written by an author with a pen name Tianqing Wuchen, and it has nothing to do with me."

Azure Wuchen is the pen name of an author in later generations, and you can find out that you have the ability.

Yang Jun sat down again, no longer cared about them, and motioned for Yi Qiushui to eat.

Yi Qiushui looked like a little fan girl, staring at Yang Jun stupidly, she didn't believe that this love poem was written by someone else, it must be that Yang Jun was embarrassed to admit it.

With her years of immersion in classical literature, it is impossible that she has never heard of such a famous love poem.

"Ah, who is Azure Wuchen, why have you never heard of it?"

"The writing style of this love poem is somewhat similar to Lao Zuo, do you think it will be another pen name of his?"

"I think it's possible, Lao Zuo only hears his name, not his people, even Lao Zuo is one of his many pen names."

Everyone didn't even eat, so they put down their lunch boxes and began to flip through the books.