Did you notice the first three chapters and the title of this chapter?
From the Southern Song Dynasty
Xie Zhi's "Bu Suanzi: Gifting a prostitute"
This was dedicated to He Xue, his little female cousins, and his bootlickers. (Squinting, funny face)
I'm an artistic youth and a bicker, even though I hate it when people bicker with me.
The names I gave the main characters have a deep meaning. Read on one by one and you'll understand when the plot unfolds.
Chen Kuang
Su Yuxi
An Jinchu
Shen Qianqian
Chen Xi
Su Shuangluo
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From late spring to summer, peaches and plums bloom and disperse.
Friday, early morning, morning reading. Chen Kuang hated this kind of thing.
He tried his best to lip-sync with the new classical Chinese.
To Chen Kuang, he could still vaguely remember it. After reading it twice, he didn't need a book anymore and memorized it silently.
However, he did not feel that someone was looking at him.
He had slept late last night and was still a little dazed in the morning. He was a little groggy and did not notice the line of sight in the corridor beside him.
The language teacher would walk along the corridor and look at the crowd who did not read with everyone until she noticed Chen Kuang and stood quietly beside him.
Chen Kuang didn't notice.
Hence, the language tutor stood there for three minutes, watching his lips move, but she could not hear his voice.
In the beginning, the language teacher even suspected that there was something wrong with her ears. After a few seconds, she understood.
The language teacher was a middle-aged woman in her thirties. She looked a little old, and in Chen Kuang's impression, she had always been a rather elegant and easy-going person.
Yes, he was truly elegant and easy-going.
The language teacher couldn't hold it in any longer. The more she thought about it, the more helpless she became as she watched Chen Kuang lip-synch seriously.
She knocked on Chen Kuang's desk. Chen Kuang came back to his senses, turned his head, and saw the Chinese teacher's face.
There was a second of awkwardness.
"You know how to recite, right?" The Chinese teacher narrowed her eyes and asked.
"Yes." Chen Kuang nodded lightly and did not panic.
The language teacher was about to say something when she saw the closed book on his table and his flawless mouth shape. She reacted.
This child didn't seem to be lying…
"What's this student's name?"
"Teacher, my name is Chen Kuang."
"Which Chen? Which Kuang?"
"Chen is reticent, Kuang is broad-minded, and traditional characters.”
"Alright then, Chen Kuang…Remember, even if your memory is a little bad, you still have to work hard.”
" Yes…Thank you, Teacher." Chen Kuang nodded and heaved a sigh of relief.
Escaping a calamity meant that there was less trouble.
The teacher continued to walk forward. Chen Kuang looked at her back and continued to mouth his words.
As his deskmate, An Jinchu naturally couldn't hear anything and looked at him helplessly.
Unfortunately, An Jinchu couldn't be like him. He still had to face the textbook and only open his mouth without making a sound.
The two of them did not learn well.
"Who is Chen Wuyan?"
" A Taoist priest who likes to write poems…" Chen Kuang rolled his eyes, leaned on the table, and said casually," Why don't I recite a paragraph for you?"”
"Sure,"
"It's already late, ah, abstinence from spring. The mountains and forests are quiet, ah, I miss the secluded people.
Climbing the strange peak, looking at the white clouds, sad and distant, like a storm.
The white clouds were gone, and the cold wind blew at night.
I can't see who's talking to him. I go back and sit down to play the piano, thinking about the distance.”
An Jinchu's expression was as if he was wondering what she was talking about.
"I'm complimenting you for being pretty." Chen Kuang was lying through his teeth.
"Oh." An Jinchu had an expression that said,"You're trying your best to fool me."
The morning reading ended and class ended.
She leaned on the table, buried her face in her arms, and stole a glance at Chen Kuang.
Unexpectedly, Chen Kuang was looking at her face.
Their eyes met.
An Jinchu averted his gaze and snorted softly. His cheeks were inexplicably flushed.
Chen Kuang retracted his gaze and lay on the desk like her. He closed his eyes and rested for a while.
He felt that the current An Jinchu was very good.
An Jinchu also closed his eyes.
After everything started over, she finally had the possibility to change the future, so Chen Kuang could no longer see the faint worry that occasionally appeared in her eyes.
That sorrow was the regret and disappointment that An Jinchu felt when he looked at him and could not explain some things clearly.
Now, they had all disappeared.
The sun shone outside the window. Summer was coming.
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