Hou Shanshan leaned on the bed and looked at the piece of paper with an exquisite pattern in her hand. On it were elegant square characters. It was Yang Fan's " How to Let Me Meet You " written stroke by stroke.
Hou Shanshan was born into a cultured family. Her mother worked in the publishing industry, and her father was a senior manager in the Ministry of Education in Beijing. He was also quite accomplished in modern poetry. She had been influenced by her family since she was young, and her understanding of modern poetry was much deeper than others. This poem was written in a secret love, and it was a very deep secret love.
Thinking back on the past three years, Hou Shanshan only knew that Yang Fan was a shy boy who didn't like to talk. It wasn't until Yang Fan suddenly confessed that she realized that this classmate had subverted her understanding.
Hou Shanshan recalled the scene when Yang Fan sang for her. At that time, Yang Fan was really handsome. Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Fan.
Hou Shanshan's face turned red again. If she were to be with him, would she sing for her every day? Would she wander around with a guitar on her back like what was written in the books?
The more she thought about it, the more Hou Shanshan fell into it. Hou Shanshan suddenly felt that she had too many worries. If she really liked Yang Fan, then she would be with him!
True love should not be restricted by the secular world. Hou Shanshan thought that she should be like the heroine in a novel, boldly pursuing the person she liked.
Perhaps her family would not agree to her being with Yang Fan, but it did not matter! Even if his family wanted to cut ties with him, he didn't care. If he could be with the person he loved, why would he care so much?
The more Hou Shanshan thought about it, the more excited she became. She almost thought about how she would become the heroine of a novel, eloping with Yang Fan despite her family's obstruction, and then live a happy life from then on.
"Aiya, why is our Little Shanshan's face so red? Is she in love?”At this moment, a mischievous voice suddenly sounded.
Hou Shanshan looked up and saw her aunt, Zhong Xiaoai. She was shocked and rolled her eyes at Zhong Xiaoai."Auntie, can you knock on my door in the future?”
"Hey, Young Aunt, I saw that your room door wasn't closed, so I came over to close it for you out of kindness.”Zhong Xiaoai was speechless when she heard that. Seeing Hou Shanshan holding a piece of paper in her hand, she walked over curiously and asked,""What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Hou Shanshan immediately hid the paper nervously. Zhong Xiaoai noticed her action and immediately ran over, throwing herself onto Hou Shanshan's bed and saying,""What are you looking at?”
Because of her parents 'work, Hou Shanshan had been living with her aunt and uncle. Therefore, she had a good relationship with Zhong Xiaoai. Although they were separated by a generation, Zhong Xiaoai was not much older than Hou Shanshan. They were more like sisters.
"Aiya, Aunty, don't make a scene, you'll break it. Okay, okay, I'll show you!”Hou Shanshan was afraid that Zhong Xiaoai would break the paper, so she said to Zhong Xiaoai carefully.
Zhong Xiaoai snorted and said," That's right. It's just a piece of paper. What's so strange about it?"”
Zhong Xiaoai took the paper and read it carefully. She couldn't help but read it out,""How to let me meet you
...”
Zhong Xiaoai was a graduate of Handong University, so she had a deeper understanding of modern poetry than Hou Shanshan. She was now the chief editor of Xu City Evening News. The main reason was that her child had just been born, and she needed enough time to take care of the little monkey. The job of chief editor was not only easy, but the title was also acceptable. It was equivalent to gaining experience in this position.
A few years later, with a little effort from her family, Zhong Xiaoai directly entered the Beijing Development and Transformation Committee.
When Zhong Xiaoai finished reading a poem, she couldn't help but be a little absent-minded. She didn't expect that a little crush could be described so beautifully. It was given to Hou Shanshan.
Zhong Xiaoai's eyelids twitched. This was not a good thing.
Zhong Xiaoai looked at Hou Shanshan, who also looked at Zhong Xiaoai nervously and asked,""Auntie, what do you think of this poem?”
"This poem was written by a boy for you, right?”Zhong Xiaoai asked.
Hou Shanshan nodded in embarrassment.
"Alright, Hou Shanshan, you're in a relationship. I'm going to tell your parents.”
"Aiya, it's not puppy love!" Hou Shanshan couldn't help but argue loudly. Then, she said with some lack of confidence,"I haven't agreed yet."
"If you didn't agree, then you want to agree?”Zhong Xiaoai asked.
Hou Shanshan didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, she said hesitantly,""I don't know if I like him either…"
Seeing Hou Shanshan like this, Zhong Xiaoai couldn't help but smile. Once upon a time, she had the same feeling as Hou Shanshan, so she sat on Hou Shanshan's bed and said lightly,""Tell me, what happened?”
Hou Shanshan and Zhong Xiaoai were actually more like two sisters who talked about everything. In fact, Hou Shanshan's heart was quite chaotic now. Since Zhong Xiaoai already knew, Hou Shanshan no longer hid it and told her about Yang Fan.
After hearing Hou Shanshan's words, Zhong Xiaoai said in disbelief,""Are you saying that apart from writing a song for you, he also wrote you a song?”
"En! And it was especially nice! Someone wanted to buy his copyright on the spot! Five thousand yuan!" Hou Shanshan nodded vigorously.
"Five thousand?" Zhong Xiaoai couldn't believe her ears. Although her family was not short of money, 5,000 yuan was equivalent to two months 'salary.
"Do you still remember the tune?" Zhong Xiaoai really wanted to hear what kind of song it was.
Hou Shanshan gave up after a few hums because she had only heard it once and couldn't remember it.
"Hearing what you said, I really want to meet this great scholar.”Zhong Xiaoai couldn't help but say.
"Aunty, please don't do anything stupid. We…" Hou Shanshan said anxiously. We're not sure yet…"
Hou Shanshan's voice grew softer and softer.
Zhong Xiaoai knew what Hou Shanshan was worried about. She smiled and said,""Don't think too much about it. If he's really like what you said, it's fine even if he doesn't get into university. Don't you see that there are many people who have made great achievements without going to university? If you really think he's not bad, you can try to make friends with him.”
"But…" Hou Shanshan still had some concerns.
Seeing Hou Shanshan like this, Zhong Xiaoai couldn't help but shake her head and smile, saying,""Forget it. I'll help him out for your sake. Give me this poem and his information, and I'll help you publish it on Xu City Evening News.”
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