The lingering sound of the big clock in the back mountain still lingers in the mountains and forests, but the warm breeze outside the window has already made the students in Sui Xing Hall feel a little sleepy.
This autumn sun is neither as scorching as the summer sun nor as weak as the winter sun, but everything is just right.
Zhao Rong, who was sitting in the last row of the school with his chin propped up and enjoying the warm breeze outside the window, just looked at the female gentleman who always carried orchids, her delicate body was bathed in the golden sunshine, and she elegantly held a stack of thick
He walked up to the podium with a serious look on his face.
She asked her to attend the two calligraphy classes in the afternoon, and Zhao Rong was rarely relaxed. However, almost half of the class had passed since he entered the door, and Mr. Lanhua didn't even glance at the "snatched" class.
The little teaching assistant is teaching by himself.
However, after Zhu Yourong finished teaching the homework assigned before the exam, the focus of the class inevitably fell on the calligraphy test, so she simply asked Yu Huaijin to help distribute the calligraphy test papers.
However, I don’t know who took the lead first. Xiao Hongyu and other students laughed and booed, begging Mr. Zhu to post the only calligraphy with perfect scores in this calligraphy assessment for everyone to observe and learn from.
Amidst the friendly laughter in the audience, Zhu Yourong pursed his lips, but still did not look at anyone. However, he did not refuse, turned around and posted a certain paper.
The soft rustling sound in the hall paused. Except for a certain guy in the last row who had no choice but to leave his hands empty, the other students who had received their papers did not look at their papers for a while. Instead, they all looked up and quietly read the words.
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"...The small building on the east fence of Linlu Courtyard has a long forest to welcome the wind, and an empty courtyard to welcome the moon...I read among them, and I felt the greenery on my face. The window was open, and the words were all bright and vivid."
There are more than thirty characters on the paper, and the writing style is like a floating cloud and a frightening dragon, or a luan flying and a phoenix flying.
Some people pay attention to this perfect calligraphy, some people glance halfway and are pegged to love a certain word in it, and some people appreciate and immerse themselves in the artistic conception of this "secret window", and are fascinated by the fresh meaning of this sentence.
attract.
However, there are still people whose attention is so far away that they make a certain pair of teachers and students in the school want to beat them up.
"Hey Ziyu, is this the window of your study? Kongting Cola can barely understand, what the hell is Changlin Kefeng? Isn't the only green plant visible to the naked eye in the yard of you and Brother Tengying the cluster of chrysanthemums in the southeast corner?
..." Just when everyone in Suixing Hall was quietly appreciating the calligraphy, and the principal, Zhao Rong, was turning his head in embarrassment, Fan Yushu was stunned, turned around and asked in confusion: "What else is there to open the book in You Chuang?
, the words are all fresh and beautiful...Well, isn't there just a cucumber field outside the west window of your study, which has been shaved off long ago..."
"..." Zhao Rong.
Can you please stop talking to me and keep your elbows away...
However, the school was already quiet, and Fan Yushu was a fool, so he blurted out a question. All the students in the class heard it, and all looked at him with curious and doubtful eyes.
I originally wanted to pretend not to hear and ignore this stupid teammate, but at this moment, even Yu Huaijin, who was sitting in the first row, turned to pay attention, not to mention that a certain elegant female gentleman on the podium was also looking slightly sideways... Zhao
The corner of Rong's mouth twitched, and in full view of everyone, he turned to face "Curious Baby" Fan Yushu and said seriously:
"Isn't the green of cucumbers green? The cucumber fields not only have green leaves, but also grow tall and big. From a wide perspective, don't they look like a 'long forest'? Do you understand the metaphor?"
Fan Yushu was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said in a guilty tone, "Well, I'm sorry Tzuyu, I didn't know those cucumbers were so important to you, that they could create such a wonderful reading mood..."
Zhao Rong had a straight face and did not look at him, "Also, please stop stealing cucumbers from our yard in the future."
"I'm really sorry Ziyu, eh, I accidentally ruined the atmosphere of your study." Fan Yushu sighed and slapped his hands.
Someone looked out the window, as if he missed the cucumbers in front of the window where he was studying with him and felt melancholy for a while... Fucai sighed, waved his hands and said, "It's good to know, well, I'm not allowed to pick it again next time."
"sure……"
Just when Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu showed their brotherhood and reconciled, and the students around them were curious and laughing, Yu Huaijin silently looked at the calligraphy for a while, and then turned to look at his husband.
Zhu Yourong seemed not to have heard the quarrel between Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu. He opened his lips and whispered softly: "This time I revised the paper, I saw a lot of interesting windows... Huaijin's window is bright and clean, Xueyou's window is exquisite, and the red fish is colorful.
, Delu’s window is elegant and interesting, Ziyu’s window is...quiet, and Yushu’s window has quietness amidst the bustle, and it also has some fun..."
She casually announced the names of some students and made some comments. The Russian Empress looked at the audience and said seriously: "Everyone has his or her own merits, but those with high scores are not necessarily the best, and those with low scores are not necessarily the best."
It doesn’t necessarily mean that the window is boring, because it is an assessment of calligraphy skills. As long as the word ‘window’ is adhered to and does not go off topic, the score will naturally be based on the level of calligraphy...so there is no need to belittle oneself and envy others.”
Yu Huaijin asked seriously: "Whose window does Mr. like best?"
"I don't like them either." To the surprise of all the students, the female gentleman on the stage shook her head without thinking, "I actually don't like windows very much, because no matter how beautiful the window is, it only closes people and only exposes them.
It gives people an outside view, and some of the scenery they want is not inside."
Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong, who was secretly feeling guilty, were both startled.
Zhu Yourong smiled and said: "So I like to go out and write in the open flower garden."
Without waiting for the students in the audience to think about it, the female teacher on the stage continued her lecture, starting from Zhao Rong's "Opening a book in a quiet window and enjoying the green" to the eleven ways of writing the word "window", and finally ushered in the bell in the mountains and forests.
Voice.
"get out of class is over."
Zhu Yourong held the book in his arms, turned around and walked off the podium. When he reached the door, he suddenly stamped his feet and spoke without turning his head. The sound of his words suddenly suppressed the rising noise of the students behind him, like pressing a pause button.
"Zhao Ziyu, come out for a moment."
Amid the surprised and curious eyes, a certain Qingjin student sitting in the last row picked up his book bag and stood up.
When he walked out of the quiet school, the woman's figure had disappeared at the corner of the lakeside promenade ahead, heading to the left, and her steps were not waiting for anyone.
The Qing Jin students who were carrying their book bags slurred. They swung their book bags behind their shoulders, hooked their fingers, and followed them quickly.
The wind chimes hung by students in a certain school in the corridor were sounded by the autumn wind.
The lake surface under the setting sun is sprinkled with sparkling waves, like a golden colored glass wall with wrinkles blown out. It is impossible to piece together the clear reflections of pedestrians on the lakeside, just like a puzzle that has been disrupted.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and stared at the lake outside the railing in trance, counting steps in his mind without looking at the road. Occasionally, he stretched his palms out of the railing to grab a handful of warm sunshine.
Zhu Yourong was holding a book, her posture was graceful, a few strands of hair on her temples were tucked behind her ears, her chin was slightly raised, and she kept looking straight ahead without looking back.
Along the way, teachers and students occasionally stopped to look sideways and say hello to this elegant and intellectual female gentleman. Upon seeing this, the latter just nodded her chin slightly and kept walking forward without responding.
Because get out of class had just ended, there were more and more people in the corridor. The pair of teachers and students who were the first to walk out of Shuxing Hall kept a tacit distance from each other. Therefore, not many passers-by realized that these two people were together. of……