11 years, in the ancient language class of the Chinese department of a university
"Song Xiaoli, oh Song Xiaoli, did you stay up late to read novels again last night? You look like a national treasure, haha."
"Boss, you came to find me again. Didn't you see what kind of life they were leading? Normal University was just a nunnery. Everyone knew that the Chinese department was useless. Who would still recite poems nowadays? Sigh…his future was bleak, so he had no ambition.”
"Seriously, look at you."
"But I still attend Mr. Liu's ancient language class, hehe.”
"Shh, the teacher is here…"
The noisy teachers instantly quieted down, and a refined professor walked up to the podium.
"Students, we finished the Ming Dynasty literature class last week. Today, we will begin the Qing Dynasty literature class. People often said that the poems of the Tang and Song dynasties were actually very successful. In that case, before class, I'll test everyone first. Students, do you know who the first poet of the Qing Dynasty was?”
A heated discussion immediately broke out among the students. "Chen Weisong!" "Qian Qianyi!" "Song Wan…"
The teacher's smile did not change, but he shook his head slightly.
"Xiaoli, Xiaoli, do you know who it is? What? Don't doze off." The boss pushed Song Xiaoli and asked excitedly.
"It's just Nalan Rongrong, it's so simple.”
"That's right, it's the early Qing Dynasty's Nalan Xingde!”Mr. Liu glanced at Xiaoli and revealed a gratified smile." Now, please turn to page 603 of the " Selection of Ancient Literature " and read this poem silently. Let us experience the poetic charm of Nalan Xingde together..."
Song Xiaoli impatiently opened the textbook and listlessly read the poem,"
When the crows are dead, who will be the cause of my little regret? The snow suddenly stirred up the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew to the plum blossoms in the bottle. the word 'heart' has already turned to ashes.
- Memories of Jiangnan
" The word 'heart' has turned to ashes…Sigh, why do I suddenly feel so sleepy…" As she read, Xiaoli felt a wave of dizziness. Her hands that were supporting her cheeks slipped unconsciously, and with a " pa " sound, her forehead hit the textbook. In his trance, he could only hear the sound of the teacher's lecture becoming more and more faint, slowly, slowly until it disappeared, and then he could no longer feel anything…
"Xiao Li, hey, you fell asleep again. He even said that he would listen to Teacher Liu's class. Really."
“……”
"Hello, Song Xiaoli! If you're really sleeping, then I'll ignore you. I'm going to attend class.”
“……”
In the outskirts of Beijing in the eighth year of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty
The east wind is good at matchmaking, teasing the heart of spring, talking about a tree of red flowers.
The morning light had just broken through the clouds and mist. The green branches were covered with dew, and the distant mountains were covered with a trace of coolness. The birds were nestled under the leaves. At this time, it was early spring in Beijing. From afar, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, kicking up dust as they approached.
The driver of the carriage was an old man who was over sixty years old. His movements were skillful and nimble. He drove the wide carriage with green curtains that was pulled by two white-hoofed steeds with charcoal manes as if it was flying. If it wasn't for the white beard that betrayed him, he would have thought that he was a young and strong man. There were three girls of the same age sitting in the carriage. The two girls beside them were closely following the one in the middle. They gathered their heads together and looked at a Xue Tao paper full of small characters with dark patterns of mountains and rivers.
"Miss, quickly read it to us. What is it written?”The pretty little girl on the left asked anxiously.
"Stupid Shuying, do you still need to say it? It must be a new word from Young Master Biao. Hehe." The little girl on the right blinked her big eyes cleverly and smiled proudly.
" Dark Fragrance..." The young lady sitting in the middle blushed and called out.
"Isn't that so? My family's young miss has a quiet and gentle temperament, and is also very good at writing. She and Biao Young Master are a natural match.”Dark Fragrance smiled mischievously, stealing glances at the young miss from time to time.
The young lady was too embarrassed to defend herself. She could only pretend to stare at the words on the paper and quietly read," The crow is gone, who is the cause of my hatred? The snow is blowing, and the breeze is blowing…"
However, at this moment, they had no idea that there was a frightened horse charging at them in front of the carriage. The man who was driving the horse had a panicked expression as he desperately pulled on the reins and shouted,"The horse is frightened! Get out of the way! Move aside!"
In the early spring, the snow melted and the cold wind blew for a long time. The hands of the old man driving the carriage were frozen and inconvenient. At this time, he suddenly saw the horse frightened and panicked. However, he could not pull the reins for a moment…
" The word 'heart' has already turned to ashes…" After the young lady finished reading, the corners of her mouth curved slightly. Together with the spring breeze, she fell into a scene of admiration and intoxication.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the startled horse and the carriage collided violently. The old man driving the carriage and the young man riding the horse rolled out at the same time. The young miss also fell out of the carriage and immediately fainted.
He saw that the white paper under the back of the young lady's head was instantly dyed red…as if a pool of fallen flowers had fallen.
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