Chapter 42: After the fragrance of flowers, you are the most beautiful person in the world
The girl seemed to agree that Yang Jun had passed the test, so she took two steps forward, looked Yang Jun up and down, and showed a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth.
"I originally didn't want to come 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 this trip was worthwhile." The girl sighed: "There are too many people in this world who are seeking fame, but very few are worthy of their reputation. In fact, I don't have high requirements for choosing a mate. I just want to find someone who shares the same ideals and be with me for a lifetime."
That’s it.”
After a few simple conversations, Yang Jun understood why the girl never got married at this age. It was because her requirements were too high and all the men she dated could not catch her eye.
It can be seen from the name Yi Qiushui that this girl worships the Book of Songs and ancient poetry, so her criteria for choosing a mate are that the man must be of the same mind.
"I wonder which path the girl, a fellow student, refers to?"
"If you ask about foreign literature, then I'm not the best. I don't read much, but I have a little exposure to the literature of some famous writers, such as Homer, Dante, Goethe, Byron, Shakespeare, Hugo, Tagore, etc.
Leo Tolstoy, Gorky, Little Horse and Little Horse... I have also read their representative works, but it would not be enough to go deeper."
Yang Jun kept talking, completely ignoring Yi Qiushui's shocked expression.
Yang Jun was also testing her.
Equality between men and women is not just a word.
Why on a blind date can you test me 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-famous writers. Although I have not read much, I have definitely read a little more than people of this era.
Yang Jun just wanted to tell Yi Qiushui that I not only like Chinese classical literature, but also foreign literature.
Yi Qiushui looked at this man in shock, but her heart was like a turbulent tide, shaking constantly. This Yang Jun was indeed not simple.
After an unintentional test, he not only guessed his own name, but he was also able to draw inferences and recite some poetic verses. Moreover, this person was not only proficient in classical literature, he was also familiar with foreign classics. As for the names of the people he just mentioned, some of them were like her.
Never even heard of it.
I came back from studying abroad with insights beyond my time. I thought I was very good, but I didn’t expect...
"How can foreign literature be compared with our five-thousand-year-old culture? The Tao I am talking about naturally refers to the quintessence of China."
Yi Qiushui pretended to be calm and scoffed at the mention of foreign culture.
Yang Jun strongly agrees with her point of view. There is no culture in the world that makes people fall in love with it and pursue it diligently than the culture left by their ancestors.
Yang Jun: "Since we are all on the same path, doesn't it mean..."
"No hurry!" Yi Qiushui looked back at the pavilion behind her and pointed with her hand: "Let's go over there and have a chat."
After she finished speaking, her eyebrows suddenly raised, the corners of her mouth curved, and she pursed her lips tightly.
Yang Jun was speechless, with black streaks all over his head. This girl was really a freak, and it looked like she would continue to ask for advice.
"Do you like poetry or lyrics? Or both?"
Sitting down in the pavilion, Yi Qiushui stared at Yang Jun.
"Compared to poetry, I personally prefer lyrics, what about you?"
"I also like words. Whose words do you like?"
Yang Jun thought for a while: "Whether it's poetry or lyrics, inner thoughts are expressed in different text forms. Poems focus on confrontation, but lyrics are eclectic. You can use whatever is good."
"In fact, what can truly express the art of words is 'poetry'. Those that can be accompanied by music are called songs, and those without music are called poems. Poems and songs are as close as twin brothers, so people often combine them and use highly condensed pronunciation.
Express personal emotions vividly..."
Yi Qiushui stared at Yang Jun's face without moving. At this moment, her heart could be described as shocked. The man in front of her had attainments in classical literature that could be described as reaching the pinnacle.
No matter what kind of test he puts forward, he can explain it calmly and give her a unique way of thinking.
At first she could still chat with him for a few words, but later it was Yang Jun's exclusive performance.
"I prefer Xiao Yan among the poets of the graceful school. Compared with Dayan, Li Qingzhao, Li Yu, Zhang Xian, Ouyang Xiu, Qin Guan, Liu Yong, etc., his poems contain more love and hatred between children, which is very consistent.
The situation of the masses is always more dignified than that of those who are in a lofty position..."
""The Analects of Confucius, Taibo Chapter": The people can follow it but cannot understand it..."
"Four-six parallel prose focuses on confrontation, parallel parallelism..."
"..."
Two hours have passed.
Yang Jun was frothing at the mouth as he spoke. His mouth was dry and he looked at Yi Qiushui, who was fascinated by what he was listening to and had little stars in his eyes, and said,
"I said, Comrade Yi Qiushui, have I passed the test? Shall we proceed to the next step?"
When Yi Qiushui heard this, she immediately blushed. She quickly put away her fangirl expression and pretended to be calm and said,
“What’s the next link?”
"Meet... just for dinner." Yang Jun was just about to say meet his parents, but suddenly felt a little rash, so he changed his voice and pointed to his wrist and said,
"Look, it's already past dinner time. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to treat you to a meal?"
Yang Jun was also very satisfied with Yi Qiushui and decided to continue development.
Yi Qiushui is not only beautiful, but also highly educated in literature. She also has positive outlook on life and possesses all the characteristics of an independent woman.
However, both her parents died for the country, and it was her father's comrades who raised her. Later, after studying abroad, she returned and worked in the First People's Hospital.
Yi Qiushui pursed her small mouth, opened it, then closed it again, frowned, and then sighed with a look on her face,
"Next time, I only took half a day off."
"Don't mention it, it won't take long to have a meal." Yang Jun saw this and tried his best to persuade him to stay.
Yi Qiushui stood up and walked to Yang Jun.
The two of them are so close that they can touch each other as long as they lean forward slightly.
She lowered her head, pursed her lips slightly, and finally raised her head, blushing and said loudly,
"Comrade Yang Jun, I am very satisfied with you. You are handsome, have a good job, and have a good background. The most important thing is... we all have the same hobbies. I... I hope... to contact you often in the future."
After Yi Qiushui finished speaking, she ran away with a red face.
"I'm also very satisfied..."
Yang Jun looked at Yi Qiushui running away, and it took him a long time to react.
Unexpectedly, the matter between him and Yi Qiushui came to fruition.
The two of them love each other, and he believes that they can compose a gorgeous life movement together in their future lives.
In his heart, Yang Jun longs for a vigorous love affair, but he was born in this era where everything is reserved. He doesn't want to be like others, who go on a blind date with photos of each other, meet once, and then live out their lives with evidence.
He likes the simple life of this era, but hates the monotonous days. Even if there is no love like the earth shattering in his life, there must at least be the warmth like mutual help.
The meeting between him and Yi Qiushui was romantic and full of emotion. There were no unnecessary worldly routines between them, only emotional exchanges from the heart.
They both have common interests, and Yi Qiushui has a broad vision and knowledge beyond this era. He believes that they will have a happy ending.
A gust of wind blew by, filling the air with the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Yang Jun raised his head, closed his eyes, smelled the plum fragrance greedily, and murmured in his mouth.
"After the fragrance of flowers passes, you are the most beautiful person in the world."
