"If I don't know, I can't enter this classroom to teach, right?" Ji Yun didn't answer immediately, but asked instead.
For some reason, Ji Yun felt that this male teacher was arrogant. He obviously had freedom of choice and any student could enter any summer class classroom. Why didn't he seem to welcome him?
"I welcome any student who wants to learn modern poetry and will answer my questions carefully. However, if you have any ulterior motives, please don't ruin the atmosphere of this poetry hall. Poetry is very holy, and so is every poet.
They are worthy of our respect." The male teacher continued to talk as if he was determined to educate these ignorant boys.
"Teacher, shouldn't I step into this sacred poetry classroom with my left foot first?" Ji Yun said.
"What do you mean? I'm just telling you that if you want to learn, you should study hard and learn with awe. You guys are not here to play around!" The male teacher's tone immediately became a bit stern.
"So why does the teacher think that I am not here to study hard?" Ji Yun then asked.
"Then tell me, what is the continuation of the poem written on the blackboard, and whose hand is it?" The male teacher became more and more impatient.
I originally wanted to use this late-arriving student to teach the boys in the class not to use blasphemous modern poetry, but I never thought that this student was quite tough-talking, asking questions one after another, completely dissatisfied.
"I said you are April in the world..."
Facing a gust of warm wind, Ji Yunnian ruffled his bangs, and then started reading.
"You are the mist in the April morning,
The wind blows softly at dusk,
The stars twinkled inadvertently, and the fine raindrops fell in front of the flowers.
That Qing, that Pingting you are,
You wear the crown of fresh flowers,
You are innocent and solemn, and you are the full moon every night."
While reciting the full moon this night, Ji Yun specifically glanced at Qiu Mu's position, and then slowly said the following few lines of poetry,
"You are the flowers blooming on the trees... you are the hope, and you are the April day in the world!"
The words were spoken softly one after another, without the overly deliberate recitation on stage, just using a very ordinary tone, speaking softly word by word, expressing tenderly...
Qiu Mu looked at the boy standing under the door frame of the classroom, and his eyes changed involuntarily.
I have to say that the boy who can recite poetry is really handsome. Many girls in the classroom have a twinkle in their eyes, especially the emotion shown by Ji Yun is not deliberate, as if he is really a girl who has already
The prodigal who sets foot on the mountain top, looking for freedom, suddenly looks back with deep feeling and melancholy.
Ji Yun said the entire poem exactly as it was, which was completely beyond the expectations of the young male teacher.
To be honest, he can't even recite this poem.
But this boy is obviously very familiar, and the pauses when reading are just right!
"Hmm... Well, please find a seat and sit down. Very good." The male teacher's face showed a bit of embarrassment, and finally he had to squeeze out a pleasant smile and invite Ji Yun to the classroom.
Ji Yun nodded and walked towards the classroom in high spirits.
"Oh, classmate Qiu Mu, you are here too, what a coincidence." Ji Yun walked straight to Qiu Mu, and then started his extremely clumsy performance.
His performance was exaggerated and funny to everyone.
Even Qiu Mu couldn't help laughing.
Why did he look so focused and affectionate just now, and now he transformed into a funny person after just a few steps?
"Classmate, please excuse me, she and I are in the same class. We used to sit at the same table, and we are used to sitting with her." Ji Yun was not polite at all, and chased away a boy sitting next to Qiu Mu.
The boy's eyes widened.
I have never seen such a shameless person!
Ji Yun sat down directly on his seat, and the boy had to give way.
"In fact, there is another interpretation of this song "You Are the April Day in the World", which is that Lin Huiyin mourned Xu Zhimo..." The young male teacher began to explain in a decent manner.
What he explained was not very in-depth.
These days, too many so-called young people use poetry to whitewash themselves, just for the word "literature", but there are indeed too few who really study and write with heart.
When Ji Yun was in junior high school, he actually had some literary skills. At that time, he was also crazy about modern poetry, but in the end these ethereal and literary things were easily defeated by the playful nature of boys.
Basketball, football, games, skateboarding, cycling...obviously these will become Ji Yun's greater passions.
Excellent literary works can improve a person's magnanimity and vision, rather than being arrogant and arrogant like "I have learned, I am better than you".
The male teacher who teaches modern poetry is a typical example of the latter. Ji Yun doesn't have the slightest fondness for him, so he might as well get a basic poetry collection by himself, mix it with his relatively wandering life, slowly appreciate it, and slowly appreciate it.
read……
When I was in junior high school, when I read, I was romantic and naive, and all I imagined was beautiful.
Now when he rereads it, Ji Yun has a different perception. All kinds of beauty are like passing clouds. He has neither grasped nor cherished them. He feels bitter when he recalls them, and he is still numb when he wakes up.
"Didi~~~"
While I was thinking about Yang Jiang's poem, the male teacher's cell phone rang.
There must be something important. The male poetry teacher frowned after answering the question.
"Teacher, we are temporarily busy. Today's class will end early. You can freely exchange poems or do other things." After saying this, the male teacher hurriedly left the classroom.
Ji Yun glanced at the time.
10:15.
I still have 5 minutes.
As soon as the teacher left, the poetry class suddenly became lively. There were a few boys with ulterior motives. They immediately began to spread their wings like peacocks, showing off their poetry talents!
Ji Yun originally wanted to come and have a good class, but he didn't expect the teacher to run away.
"Let's go to the stream, is it boring to stay in the classroom all day?" Ji Yun said to Qiu Mu.
Qiu Mu glanced outside. Due to the swallowing of the sun, the sunshine was no longer so hot, but it felt a bit like April.
"Okay." Qiu Mu didn't object.
There is a mountain stream near the back mountain of the campus. There are lawns and green willows there. I originally liked reading here in autumn.
Within a few minutes of walking, Ji Yun and Qiu Mu arrived at the cool mountain stream. The stream was very clear, and you could see the pebbles at the bottom of the stream. The mountain leaves flowed down from the high mountains like small boats, which further highlighted the cleanliness of the stream.
"I traveled through Jiangnan,
The face that waits for the seasons is like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers..."
Ji Yun suddenly became inspired by poetry and read out this poem.
When Qiu Mu heard Ji Yun's impromptu reading, his eyes as clear as a stream were visibly rippling.
This is my favorite poem.
"If the east wind does not come, the willow catkins in March will not fly." Qiu Mu whispered subconsciously.
Ji Yun raised the devil's little Chacha in his heart and said with a gentle smile,
"Your heart is like a small lonely city
The streets just like bluestone look towards the evening
The tillers are silent, the spring curtain of March is not lifted
Your heart is a small window tightly closed
My dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake
I am not a returnee, I am a passerby..."
When reciting the last sentence "I am a passer-by", Ji Yun deliberately deepened his emotions.
It's as if I have already understood it, everything is unspoken, everything is in this poem.
Qiu Mu was just immersed in this poem at first. Every time his unique and sad words sounded, Qiu Mu's heart was always touched.
She likes this kind of haziness, understanding is higher than announcing.
So she doesn't like any boy to confess his love to her.
She likes to leave room.
Even if she likes her a little bit, she hopes not to break this hazy relationship easily. After all, they are still just students...
"I had a dream. I dreamed that when I became an adult, I felt like I had lost my soul. I conquered the snow-capped mountains without fear of death and rode on the frontier without a place to live. I dreamed that the people around me were drifting away. I dreamed of myself.
Appearing like a clown at our class reunion ten years later, you are still so brilliant and dazzling, but I dare not come up and ask about your current situation." Ji Yun said slowly.
Qiu Mu raised her eyes and stared at Ji Yun who was telling this dream. For some reason, she felt that Ji Yun really seemed much older at this moment, and the dream he was talking about was just like what he had experienced personally.
"It's just a dream, right?" Qiu Mu said.
"Yes, it's just a dream. Do you know what I want to do most when I wake up?" Ji Yun said with a carefree smile.
"What is it?"
"I want to say sorry to you. I shouldn't cause you any trouble. I've always wanted to be your guest, but after having this dream, I feel that I shouldn't leave any regrets in my heart." Ji Yun continued.
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"Ji Yun, I..." Qiu Mu was already struggling in her heart.
"You don't need to answer. I shouldn't hide it from you. In fact, I...I...have a terminal illness." Ji Yun said slowly. Combined with the melancholy and vicissitudes of the previous poet, this sentence seemed particularly sincere and real!
Qiu Mu opened her mouth in surprise!
"My snow-capped mountains and my frontiers can only exist in my dreams. In fact, I really want to see you ten years from now. You will be as bright as pearls in my dreams, but I probably won't have the chance.
Already." Ji Yun continued.
The stream trembled and flowed, but the water began to become turbid.
Ji Yun's words also muddied the clear water in Qiu Mu's heart.
She didn't know how to respond for a moment.
This was something she never expected.
In other words, Ji Yun did not suffer from heat stroke for no apparent reason.
The punishment given to Lu Jing was also the last gift he left to Lou Yu.
He is obviously so talented.
Why is God jealous of him?
"I just learned about my physical condition that day. I admit that I was very scared at the time, so I said those words to you rashly... However, now I am no longer afraid, and I will work hard to treat you and try to survive.
On the day you get married, I can attend your wedding with other classmates... Look at you ten years from now, look at the person you love, he must be outstanding and outstanding." Ji Yun hung a sign saying "I'm about to die."
"The gentle smile, the cheeks full of happy expectations, full of healing and fulfillment!
"Ji Yun, I...I...I don't treat you as a passerby, you are in my heart..." Qiu Mu suddenly panicked and told Ji Yun her inner thoughts.
"Don't!" Ji Yun put his hand on Qiu Mu's lips and did not allow her to say these words. "Don't say it. I can only be your passerby. There will be angels to protect you for me."
When Qiu Mu heard this, tears were about to well up.
He is terminally ill, but he still thinks about himself!
Why did he let it go for three days and ignore him?
She is such a bad woman!
"It's time for me to go. I want to kiss your cheek before I say goodbye, is that okay?" Ji Yun made his final request.
Qiu Mu's psychological defense had long been defeated, and she didn't shake her head or nod.
Ji Yun lowered his head and slowly brought his lips together.
Qiu Mu stood there, not daring to move.
Suddenly, Qiu Mu felt a big mouth printed on her lips. Her lips were like a delicate gummy candy, being tasted carefully and tenderly...
This sudden kiss made Qiu Mu's cheeks flush, and she was so confused that she didn't know where to put her little hands.
And Ji Yun's breath was as hot as the blazing sun, powerful and warm. It was completely wrapping her up, making her unable to move, and her body bones were even a little soft.
It turns out that kisses are really electric and tingling, especially when they are unprepared, deeply affectionate, and sneaky!
"Take it!!"
The Chacha in Ji Yun's heart has turned into a little devil!
Don’t feel too good!!
Ten years from now, no matter how unattainable you are, your first kiss will still be mine!!
Haha, I am so humble!!
But who made me have the best appearance, outstanding temperament, outstanding knowledge, and good conduct in high school...
It’s true that Qiu Mu is a goddess, and Ji Yun is also a high school male idol. It doesn’t matter what kind of badass he becomes in the future. If he wins Qiu Mu’s first kiss with his own skills, he will have an impressive record of competing with the King of Hell!