After the monthly exam, the learning atmosphere in the first class is still very strong, and even during recess, there are people doing extracurricular exercises.

Although Wen Cha and Sun Shuya are also diligent, they still don't spare time when it's time to rest.

"I heard the class leader say that from next week, there will be a recitation meeting before class every afternoon, and everyone must participate, starting from the first row of Song poems in turn, one person a day, to share their favorite poems with their classmates."

Wen Cha frowned, "Who proposed it?" ”

"It was Fang Feifei who mentioned it to the Chinese teacher, saying that the learning atmosphere was too serious and she wanted to relax occasionally."

"Oh, that's good."

After being transferred from the third class to the first class, Wen Cha was not the representative of the Chinese class, and the class representative of the first class was still Fang Feifei, and her proposal was very liked by the Chinese teacher and the head teacher.

"Do you have a poem you'd like to read?" Sun Shuya asked her with great interest.

Wen Cha shook her head, "I didn't think about it." ”

Sun Shuya laughed, "I want to read Xi Murong's "The Bride of Loulan", you can't read the same as me." ”

"Hmm," Wencha nodded, "I'll read something else." ”

Sure enough, on Monday, a rotating recital began.

The Song poems in the first row got off to a good start, and in the following time, many girls were looking forward to standing on the podium and showing their poetic timbre.

When it was Fang Feifei's turn, the class was like a pot of boiling water, coaxing Fang Feifei to come to the podium.

Fang Feifei behaved generously.

She read a very well-known love poem:

If I love you—

Never like a climbing flower,

Show off yourself by your high branches

If I love you—

Never learn from the infatuated birds,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade of greenery

……

Fang Feifei's voice is very gentle, with a touch of pride in her timbre, which is very suitable for this poem.

After reading a poem, I heard the faces of many boys.

But Fang Feifei's eyes have been falling on Shen Yun, with an indescribable sweetness in secret, Shen Yun is like no one next to her, showing affection without scruples.

A few boys in the class couldn't help but coax, but were stopped by the head teacher's gentle voice.

Fang Feifei walked off the podium with a red face, her ears were still red, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Shen Yun looked at her faintly, and the two of them only knew each other's thoughts.

A few days later, it was Shen Yun's turn to read poetry.

Maybe it's in response to Fang Feifei's feelings.

He recited Yeats's "When You're Old."

He responded to her pure and firm feelings with a white-headed covenant.

Such a romance is enviable, and even Sun Shuya can't help but be jealous.

"Why do you say Fang Feifei's life is so good?" On the way home, she grabbed Wen Cha's arm, and her eyes were red with envy, "Why haven't I met a boyfriend like Shen Yun!" ”

Wen Cha stopped and patted her head, "Someday." ”

"Alas," Sun Shuya sighed faintly, "Although I really want to say that I was not comforted by you, but I also think that I will meet someone better than Shen Yun in the future, is it a good thing?" It's simply toxic. ”

Wen Cha smiled lightly, "What you can't get is always the best, but if you really get it, maybe it's not as good as we imagined." ”

"Don't be so profound," Sun Shuya shook her head, "Aren't I a little indigestion?" ”

Warm tea: "......"

It's been their turn for almost a month, and it's the turn of their group.

Sun Shuya took the stage to recite Xi Murong's "Loulan Bride", which is a relatively desolate poem, inversely proportional to her out-of-touch temperament, but she read it very well, and the Chinese teacher praised her.

Sun Shuya was very happy about this, and invited Wen Cha to eat an ice cream.

Jiang Can at the back table kicked Wen Cha's stool legs, "It's your turn tomorrow, what are you reading?" ”

Wen Cha glanced back at him, and saw that he was smiling and careless, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Speak." Jiang Can kicked the leg of the stool again, and said aggrievedly: "Why do you always ignore me?"

Wen Cha rolled her eyes, "You're too noisy." ”

Jiang Can: "......"

The next day, Wen Cha took the stage and read a small poem of only four sentences.

It was written by an American poetess in the nineteenth century.

Had I not seen the sun

I could had borne the shade

But light a newer wilderness

My wilderness has made

I could have tolerated the darkness

If I hadn't seen the sun

But the sun has made me desolate

Become a renewed desolation

She read quickly, finishing her recitation in less than half a minute.

When he stepped off the podium, the classroom was very quiet, and after a few moments, there was a round of applause.

"What does this poem mean?" Jiang Can kicked her bench in the back, "I know all the words, but when combined, I can't understand a single word, are you all good at liberal arts so subtle?" ”

Wen Cha glared back at him, "It doesn't mean anything, it's just fun to read." ”

"Lying." Jiang Can poked her back with a carbon pen cover, "You look quiet, why do you open your mouth and talk nonsense?" ”

Warm tea: "......"

"But you're much better than the flower butterfly."

"Flower butterflies? Who? ”

"Fang Feifei." Jiang Can said without blinking: "What is a flower butterfly that spreads every day?"

Warm tea: "......"

"Tomorrow I'm going to read one of the best poems, what do you think I'm going to read?"

"Don't guess."

"Guess." Jiang Can continued to harass her, "If you guess correctly, I'll buy you ice cream to eat." ”

"Not unusual."

Jiang Can: "......"

The next day, Jiang Can ran to the podium with a book and read a poem that was extremely inconsistent with his appearance.

A day took away a little youth,

Though the days cannot destroy the light which you have given me in my impression,

But it slowly made a difference.

……

Life is too brittle and thin,

It is no better than a flower to withstand the wind and rain of the years,

With eyes that love nature

On the other hand, look at life

I can't help but feel the warmth of the treasure

And the vine kudzu that values the luck of people

On the same personnel

The second coincidence will not be there

……

I say:

I have crossed bridges in many places,

Seen many times of the clouds,

Having drunk many kinds of alcohol,

But he has only loved one person who is at the best age.

After Jiang Can finished reading the poem, he winked at Wen Cha, and walked down from the podium unhurriedly, his posture was calm, and the corners of his mouth were raised, making him look radiant.

The girls, who had no impression of him, set their eyes on him, as if they didn't expect that there was such a little wolf dog in the class.

"! Looking at it this way, Jiang Can is so handsome! Sun Shuya turned her head and discussed with Wen Cha excitedly, "Did you see his affectionate appearance when he recited?" It's just cool! And his voice, rustling and hoarse with a voice-changing period, but I'm sure that when his voice-changing period is over, that voice must be very magnetic, a typical male god voice! ”

Warm tea: "......"