Diao Chan felt ashamed.
There was nothing to repay him.
He set two goals for himself.
First, she had to study hard and enrich herself. She had to strive to be the 'good wife' that her husband spoke of and share her husband's worries.
Secondly, she had to be gentler, more docile, more considerate, and understand her husband more carefully so that he would accept her from the bottom of his heart.
Diao Chan began to study crazily.
He had already learned what Cao Xu had taught him.
He had also finished all the questions left by Cao Xu.
Diao Chan took out some books and materials. There were teaching materials that Cao Xu had written for the school in the past. To the people of this era, they could be said to be profound and profound, making one's head swell.
However…
Diao Chan watched with great interest.
Because it was written by her husband.
When Diao Chan saw this knowledge, she admired her husband even more. Her motivation also increased, and she swore to follow in his footsteps.
At this moment.
At the corner of the bookshelf.
She saw a stack of scattered manuscripts.
Diao Chan thought that it was also notes or teaching materials.
However, upon closer inspection, he was shocked to discover that they were all poems.
He hesitated.
Poetry involved privacy.
She didn't know if she should look at it.
"Husband said that Qie can enter the study room at will and can flip through the manuscripts here. I don't think Husband feels that there is anything that needs to be avoided, right?”
Diao Chan muttered to herself.
She was deeply fascinated by everything about Cao Xu.
Now, she could be said to be Cao Xu's number one fan.
How could he endure it?
He hesitated.
Diao Chan continued reading.
Actually, these manuscripts and poems.
Most of them were written by Cao Xu in the first year of his transmigration.
At that time, he was not used to the environment and his state of mind was unstable, so he wrote (copied) a lot of poems that were sad about spring and autumn to express his feelings. However, as he gradually got used to it and became comfortable, he did not do similar things anymore.
He casually stuffed the manuscript into his mouth.
He threw it into the corner of the study.
Cao Xu had forgotten about it.
He didn't expect Diao Chan to accidentally dig it out.
When Diao Chan saw the poetry manuscripts that were casually stuffed into the corner, she fell into an indescribable shock.
Because…
These poems.
Every song.
They are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.
"Meditation in a Quiet Night…The bright moonlight in front of the bed is like frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at home.”
It was a short five-character poem that was in line with the current style.
The few words seemed to describe a lonely figure, as well as complex emotions.
"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? how much do I know of the past? The east wind blew last night in the small building, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red face has changed. I ask you, how much sorrow can you have? Like a river flowing eastward in spring."
Diao Chan's eyes reddened.
The format of this song was her husband's unique style.
My husband's writing.
It was still so outstanding and beautiful.
However, the emotions that were filled with sorrow and hatred were so deep and intense that they were like a surging river. They seemed to be rushing out without caring about anything. This was a side that Diao Chan had never seen before.
So…
My husband is such an optimistic person.
He would also ask,"How many worries can you have?" It was like a spring river flowing eastward.
However, he left the most positive, optimistic, and hardworking side to others, and all his sorrows were endured alone behind the scenes.
Diao Chan felt heartbroken.
I don't know why my husband is so sad.
If only she had been by his side at that time.
"" Shuidiao Ge Tou ", when will the bright moon appear, ask the blue sky with wine, I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold at the top of the palace... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has its ups and downs. It's difficult to complete this since ancient times. I hope that people will live long, thousands of miles away to share the moon.”
It was too beautiful.
Diao Chan's tears fell.
She saw a lonely and cold figure drinking alone under the moon.
People had the vicissitudes of sorrow and joy, and the moon had the changes of the moon. However, he could only entrust this moonlight to convey his longing. If my husband could miss me like this and die immediately, he would be satisfied.
There weren't many manuscripts.
There were about twenty of them.
They were all classics.
It roughly represented Cao Xu's mental journey for the first half a year.
He was sad about the past, but he also reflected deeply and felt content. Finally, he was positive and motivated.
Diao Chan thought.
Look at these poems.
Her heart was about to melt.
She was completely captivated by her husband's peerless literary talent.
She was also touched by her husband's rich emotions.
She was even more impressed by her husband's low profile and humility.
However, one of the songs," Song of a Righteous Woman ", caused Diao Chan to completely lose control.
It was not that this poem was the most brilliant. In fact, among so many famous works of the ages, this poem could not be considered high class or even middle class. However, it could touch Diao Chan's mood the most.
"You know that I have a husband, so you gave me two pearls.”
"Thank you for your lingering feelings, I tied it to my red robe.”
"My house is built with tall buildings, and my husband holds a halberd in the bright light.”
"I know that your heart is as bright as the sun and moon.”
"I'll return Jun Mingzhu's tears, wishing that we didn't meet before we got married.”
This poem.
There was a deeper meaning behind it.
However, from the perspective of words.
It portrayed the image of a loyal wife from a woman's perspective.
"Jun Mingzhu's tears are still hanging down, and I regret not meeting her before she married!”
"I hate that we didn't meet before we got married!"
Diao Chan's tears fell like rain.
…………
Cao Xu was at the fitness training field.
Since he had nothing better to do, he would guide Lu Lingqi.
The result was baffling.
The system notifications flooded the screen.
Diao Chan's shock 999!
Diao Chan was touched 999!
Diao Chan's sadness 999!
Diao Chan's Affection 999!
Diao Chan's Affection 999!
Diao Chan's friendliness 10, current friendliness 85 (Love is Stronger than Gold)!
Diao Chan's favorable impression of him soared.
Cao Xu didn't do anything at this moment. He only felt that it was baffling.
He was dumbfounded!
It was baffling!
F * ck, what's going on? What happened?
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