Jiang Yulou and Tang Yuewen walked under the big tree and sat hand in hand under the shade, her heart was beating wildly, her face was red, she probably realized what it meant for them to come to such a place at this moment.

For a long time, they still did not speak. It's so quiet! so quiet that one can hear one's own breathing and heartbeat; A cool breeze blew, and the branches and leaves of the pear tree rustled over their heads.

Tang Yuewen picked a dandelion in the grass, held it in front of her eyes and looked at it with a smile, as if there was any scenery on it, something very funny.

Jiang Yulou leaned back against the tree, but his eyes looked at the girl beside him from time to time.

The two were silent for a moment, and Tang Yuewen suddenly spoke: "Ah, at dusk, all the forests are quiet,

As the nightingale sings in the branches of the flowers,

You need to fill your lover's heart with new hope

When the beautiful hour brings the auspicious month of May?

Can thy wandering song close the eyes of the day,

In the shallow cuckoo has not yet made a sound,

It foreshadows the triumph of love, the power of love,

Ah, Joph has given you soft songs,"

Jiang Yulou's reaction was very fast, and then he chanted:

"Then hurry up and sing in the neighboring forest, don't wait

The rough bad birds tell me a hopeless fate,

'Cause you're always — not why, year after year,

I sang too late and didn't comfort me.

Whether you are a muse or a partner of love, I serve

Both of them, they're my gods! ”

The poem that the two recited together is Milton's "The Nightingale."

The nightingale often appears in the writings of Western poets, mostly related to love.

There is a superstition in ancient Europe: if you hear the nightingale before you hear the cuckoo chirping, the love will go well.

Tang Yuewen was a little surprised, she didn't expect Jiang Yulou to also read Milton's love poems. Immediately he became happy again, and there was nothing more beautiful than this kind of heart-wrenching.

She flashed a pair of big bright eyes, looking at Jiang Yulou expectantly and nervously.

So, he understands the meaning of the poem, and what kind of choice will he make?

"Yuewen, I ......" Jiang Yulou mustered up his courage and was about to confess, when the noise alarmed the two.

"Younger students, this is our ...... of Mizuki University"

A few seniors are taking a group of freshmen to visit the school.

The courage in Jiang Yulou's heart disappeared in an instant, he originally wanted to confess, but now he can't open his mouth no matter what.

Tang Yuewen pouted, and the good atmosphere was ruined.

Jiang Yulou scratched his head and said, "Yuewen, why don't we go?" ”

Seeing that more and more people are coming here, the hidden place is no longer safe, so it is better to change places.

Tang Yuewen nodded and said, "Well, let's go." ”

At this point, she suddenly lost interest.

The two walked around for a while, and Jiang Yulou said goodbye.

This time, the girl was sent to the school gate.

Before parting, the two stared at each other.

"Yuewen."

"Huh?"

“…… Study hard. ”

After saying this, Jiang Yulou left without looking back.

His face was red at this time, and he didn't know how he could say such a straight man's words.

Obviously, in his previous life, he had been crisscrossing flowers.

Now, the scenery is no longer beautiful, but it looks like an innocent little boy.

Tang Yuewen looked at his embarrassed back, angry and funny, and shook her head: "Idiot." ”

Although she didn't wait for the confession, she was also full of joy.

Rejoicing is the love poem that the boy wrote to her, and the love for her.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight."

Jiang Yulou was autistic after returning to school, he was depressed, and what was originally a simple thing was messed up by him.

At that time, even if you can't say it, hug the girl, a kiss, isn't it all solved?

Jiang Yulou lamented: "Alas, it seems that I am going to be a monk again." ”

Wei Guoping quipped: "Be a monk? If Yulou becomes a monk, I don't know how many young girls will be heartbroken. ”

"Old Wei, you've learned badly." Jiang Yulou pointed at him and shook his head.

After Yu Min poked his head out of the top bunk, he said with a smile: "This is called red near Zhu, and black near ink." ”

Xu Xiangdong squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's a good thing to become a monk, don't stop you, maybe our Yanda will also become a poet monk." ”

"You can't expect me to order something good if you have one or two lands." Jiang Yulou sighed sadly, "This dormitory is uninhabitable." ”

The atmosphere in the dormitory instantly became cheerful.

The happiness of young people is as simple as that.

The days that followed were simple and ordinary.

Jiang Yulou's life is very planned, he will go to the library in the morning for half a day, mainly reading books about code decipherment, and if he is free in the afternoon, he will take pictures of Liu Suola's friends to earn extra money, and the rest of the time will be fully guaranteed to ensure the creation of new works.

No matter how busy he is, "Secret Calculation" still maintains a daily creation volume of 6,000 words.

However, this is also his limit.

After all, it is a spy war novel, and it cannot be said that there is no such theme in China at present, but few people create it.

For unfamiliar writers, it is extremely difficult to create, and due to the special era, it is a great blow to creation.

It can be said that after the opening, his work is likely to be regarded as a precedent.

The benefits of setting a precedent are self-evident, but at the same time, the pressure to endure is also enormous.

Jiang Yulou can't be careless and cautious.

Time advanced to September, Jiang Yulou experienced class division and military training.

Just when the school was about to start, the ninth issue of "Yanhe" finally came out.

In August, Yanhe Literature suddenly began to advertise in major newspapers and magazines, which is very rare for a literary journal.

At first, readers were unimpressed, until they found out that the ninth issue of "Yanhe" would publish new works by the authors of "Mountain Trees" and "Ten Commandments", and poetry lovers and Jiang Yulou fans couldn't sit still.

For poetry fans, Jiang Yulou is the most talented love poet in China in a hundred years.

As long as it is a young person who reads his poems, even if he doesn't like it, he can't find any thorns. For those who like it, it is comparable to the great poets Xu Zhimo and Voltaire.

It is not easy for a poet to write one or two popular poems in his lifetime, but now it seems that this is not his limit.

In just a few months, he actually made a new work.

How could the poet-loving people stand it, and they went to the post and telecommunications office to order the ninth issue of "Yanhe".

The behavior of the majority of poetry lovers and Jiang Yulou's fans directly caused "Yanhe" to sell out as soon as it was listed.

Only 100,000 copies were sold out in less than a week.

When President Lei learned the news, his intestines were about to turn blue.

At that time, he took Editor-in-Chief Sun's hand and said ashamedly: "I regret not listening to Editor-in-Chief Sun!" ”