Seeing that no one was coming, Yang Jun took a white-flour steamed bun and handed it to Yi Qiushui.
Yin Qiushui looked at the delicious and tempting food, sniffed it, and broke off only half of the steamed bun.
Yang Jun was stunned and suddenly realized that girls always eat vegetables when they eat. Who have you seen eating?
The girl herself has a small appetite, coupled with the need to maintain her figure, and the delicious meat and vegetables, the allure of the white-flour steamed buns becomes even more unnecessary.
Yang Jun was not polite and took the remaining half of the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Wait!"
Yi Qiushui's white and tender little hands reached over, took the steamed bun and put it on the dish, looking at him with a playful expression.
"Good wine, good food, good time and beautiful scenery, why don't you come for a while?"
Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly his head was filled with black lines.
Is this another test of yourself?
Auntie, you are really a little fan of classical literature.
Don’t you even look at where this place is?
This is a hospital, a public place, and doctors and nurses are watching.
Auntie, can you change the occasion?
Yang Jun looked at her with a troubled expression and motioned for him to change the situation.
Facing Yang Jun's plea, Yi Qiushui's delicate face was like a red apple, her eyes lowered, and she whispered shyly,
"This is the last test."
When Yang Jun heard this, his eyes widened and he was suddenly overjoyed.
If you, Yi Qiushui, deliberately let things slip, don't blame me, Yang Jun, for not accepting them.
Yang Jun sat up straight and clenched his fists, looking eager to try. The two of them made eye contact several times.
"Please ask a question."
Li Qiushui held her chin with one hand and glanced out the window inadvertently, her vision fixed on the white world flying in the sky in Beihai Park.
Then, his expression condensed, his eyes stared at Yang Jun's face, he bit his lips and said softly,
"Let's use plum blossoms and snow as the theme."
When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately felt happy. Since ancient times, there have been countless poems with plum blossoms or snow as the theme. As long as you recite one at random, you can hug the beauty back.
However, Yang Jun frowned, feeling that Yi Qiushui could not be so simple. With her paranoid interest in ancient poetry, ordinary poetry would naturally not catch her eye.
There are certainly many poems that describe snow and plum blossoms separately, but poems that describe the two objects at the same time are rare.
Of course, poems like "A branch of plum blossom in the corner blooms alone in Linghai." "Although spring is approaching and the cold has turned, the plum blossoms are still blooming and the snow is still floating." This kind of poem is naturally unsatisfactory.
The sentence "Plum plum blossoms are three cents whiter than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms." This sentence is even more unusable. I used it when we met yesterday.
On the surface, Yi Qiushui seems to be testing Yang Jun's poems about snow and plum blossoms. In fact, she also wants to blend the love between them into plum blossoms and snow.
Although she doesn't believe in love at first sight, she also hopes to have more romance in the pursuit of love.
She and Yang Jun had only met twice, but she always felt that the two of them had known each other for a long time, as long as ten thousand years. They understood each other without saying anything, and they understood each other with every look and movement.
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Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun's frowning expression, and her heart rose to her throat. She was so worried that Yang Jun wouldn't be able to answer. For a moment, she wanted to give up the test.
Yang Jun thought for a while, then turned to look out the window, concentrating 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 murmuring:
"Go north of Qingfeng through Nanxiang,
Old friends in Nanxiang don’t know where to go.
You didn't mean to cross the hall,
But being lonely and arrogant leads to mountain torrents.
When will you look at the snow in the south?
Plum Blossom and I are both old.
The green tiles recall the rain of old times,
There are no old friends in the deep alleys of Zhu Umbrella."
After Yang Jun finished reciting, his mind returned to his senses and he looked back.
Yi Qiu Shui's eyes were blurred, sparkling with crystal tears, and she said infatuatedly: "When will you look at Nan Xue, Mei Hua and I will grow old."
"The green tiles remind us of the rain of old, and the red umbrellas and deep alleys have no old friends."
Yi Qiushui was deeply attracted by this love poem and kept chanting these lines back and forth.
Her thoughts seemed to fly to the scene in the poem, the desolate north wind blowing to the south alley, the person I miss is in Nangang, why haven't you come back yet, I am still staying where I am, waiting for someone to return, looking forward to the distance, staring at the distance,
I can't see the scenery on the roadside, and I can't explain the unexplained thoughts that are lingering in my heart, and I can't get rid of them even if I want to. I pass by Nanxiang to the north of the breeze, and my old friends in Nanxiang don't know where to go. I hope we are all well, even if we are far apart.
"Did you write this poem? I've never heard of it."
After a long while, Yi Qiushui came back to her senses, grabbed Yang Jun's hand, and asked urgently.
From the strength of his hands, Yang Jun could feel how excited Yi Qiushui was. Not only was she paranoid about classical literature as she had never been before, she even hoped for the sweet and romantic love in beautiful ancient poems.
"This is a love letter written by a talented man to his lover. I am just quoting it."
Yang Jun explained with a blushing face.
This poem was a love letter written by Mr. Shen Congwen to Zhang Zhaohe. It was later published on the Internet in about 2013. At that time, this love poem caused a sensation on the entire Internet. 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 is because in this era such love letters are considered cancerous and must be criticized.
Now that Mr. Shen Congwen is still here, Yang Jun cannot say that it is his love letter. This will bring a lot of trouble to Mr. Shen, so he can only temporarily deal with Yi Qiushui.
Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun's blushing face and thought he was embarrassed. Her pretty face was full of happiness.
"I don't believe it. I think you wrote it specifically for me."
"Cough...cough..." Yang Jun said speechlessly: "I really didn't write it, I won't lie to you."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he felt that the room suddenly became much quieter. Looking back, he saw all the doctors and nurses staring at him infatuatedly, and they were still chanting the love poem.
There were even a few little nurses, scribbling notes on paper...
When Yang Jun saw this, he immediately became anxious and quickly stood up and explained,
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I really didn't write this poem. I saw it in a book. I just quoted it."
Yang Jun was really afraid that they would misunderstand him. In less than two days, this love letter would be popular throughout the city, and by then he, Yang Jun, would become a person who deceived the world.
"I really didn't write it. I read it in a literature book."
These doctors and nurses are not so easy to fool. They are all educated people. In addition to studying medical skills, they also often read magazines, literature and other books. If such a good poem appears in any book, there is no reason for them not to know about it.
ah.
"I know it wasn't you who wrote it. How anxious you are." A nurse blinked at him, meaning to say, do you think I look like a fool?
"Yes, yes, you didn't write it. Don't worry, we won't tell it."
When Yang Jun saw this, he was speechless. The more he explained, the more he was misunderstood, so he simply said.
"This love letter was written by an author whose pen name is Tian Qing Wuchen, and it has nothing to do with me."
Tianqing Wuchen is the pseudonym of an author in later generations. If you can check it out, you are considered to be capable.
Yang Jun sat down again, ignored them, and signaled Yi Qiushui to eat.
Yi Qiushui looked like a little obsessed girl and stared at Yang Jun. She didn't believe that this love poem was written by someone else. Yang Jun must be embarrassed to admit it.
With her having been immersed in classical literature for so many years, it is impossible that she has not heard of such a famous love poem.
"Ah, who is Tian Qing Wuchen? Why have I never heard of it?"
"The writing style of this love poem is somewhat similar to that of Lao Zuo. Do you think it could be another pen name of his?"
"I think it is possible that Lao Zuo only heard his name but never saw him. Even Lao Zuo was one of his many pen names."
Everyone didn't even eat. They put down their lunch boxes and started reading books.
