Jiang Yulou and Tang Yuewen walked to the big tree and sat in the shade hand in hand. Her heart was beating wildly and her face was red. She probably realized that at this moment, it meant that they came to such a place. What.
For a long time they remained silent. So quiet! It was so quiet that people could hear their own breathing and heartbeat; a cool breeze blew, and the branches and leaves of the pear tree rustled above their heads.
Tang Yuewen picked a dandelion from the grass, held it in front of her eyes and looked at it with a smile, as if there was some kind of scenery on it, something very interesting.
Jiang Yulou leaned against the big tree, but his eyes looked at the girl beside him from time to time.
The two were silent for a moment, and Tang Yuewen suddenly said: "Ah, at dusk, all the woods are quiet.
The nightingale sings on the flowery branches,
You need to fill your lover's heart with new hope
When the beautiful hour brings the auspicious May?
Your wandering singing voice can close the eyes of the day,
Before the shallow cuckoo cries,
It foretells the victory of love and the power of love,
Ah, Jojove has given you soft songs,"
Jiang Yulou responded quickly, and then chanted:
"Then sing quickly in the nearby forest, don't wait
The rude, bad bird speaks to me of a hopeless fate,
Because you always--no reason every year,
Singing a little too late didn't make me feel comfortable.
Be it a muse or a companion of love, I serve you
Both of them, they are my gods! "
The poem they recited together was Milton's "The Nightingale."
Nightingales often appear in the works of Western poets, mostly related to love.
There is a superstitious saying in ancient Europe: If you hear the nightingale singing before you hear the cuckoo singing, your love will go smoothly.
Tang Yuewen was a little surprised. She didn't expect Jiang Yulou to have read Milton's love poems. Immediately I became happy again. There is nothing more beautiful than this kind of understanding.
She flashed her big bright eyes and looked at Jiang Yulou expectantly and nervously.
Therefore, if he understands the meaning of the poem, what choice will he make?
"Yue Wen, I..." Jiang Yulou mustered up his courage and was about to confess his love when the noise disturbed the two of them.
"Juniors and juniors, this is our Shuimu University..."
Several seniors, leading the group, were taking a group of freshmen to visit the school.
The courage in Jiang Yulou's heart disappeared instantly. He originally wanted to confess his love, but now he couldn't do it no matter what.
Tang Yuewen pouted, and the good atmosphere was ruined.
Jiang Yulou scratched his head and said, "Yuewen, how about we go?"
Seeing that more and more people are coming here, the secret place is no longer safe, so it is better to find another place.
Tang Yuewen nodded and said, "Well, let's go."
At this point, she suddenly lost interest.
The two strolled around for a while, and Jiang Yulou said goodbye.
This time, the girl was delivered to the school gate.
Before they separated, the two stared at each other.
"Yue Wen."
"Um?"
"……study well."
After saying this, Jiang Yulou left without looking back.
He was blushing at this time, and he didn't know how he could say such straight words.
It was clear that in the previous life, I had walked among flowers.
Now, the beauty is no longer there, but he looks like an innocent little boy.
Tang Yuewen looked at his embarrassed back, feeling both angry and amused. She shook her head and said, "Idiot."
Although she didn't wait to express her love, she was still full of joy.
What makes her happy is the love poems the boy wrote to her and his love for her.
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
Jiang Yulou became autistic after returning to school. He was depressed. Simple things were messed up by him.
Even if I couldn't say anything at the time, wouldn't everything be settled if I hugged the girl and gave her a kiss?
Jiang Yulou lamented: "Oh, it seems like I'm going to be a monk again."
Wei Guoping joked: "Be a monk? If Yulou becomes a monk, I don't know how many young women will be heartbroken."
"Old Wei, you've learned too much." Jiang Yulou pointed at him and shook his head.
Yu Min poked his head out from the upper bunk and said with a smile: "It's called red when you are close to vermillion, black when you are close to ink."
Xu Xiangdong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "It is a good thing to become a monk. Don't stop me. Maybe we will have a poet monk in Yanda."
"You two, you can't expect me to order well." Jiang Yulou sighed sadly, "We can't live in this dormitory."
The atmosphere in the dormitory instantly became cheerful.
The happiness of young people is that simple.
The days that followed were simple and ordinary.
Jiang Yulou lived a very planned life. He would go to the library for half a day in the morning, mainly reading books about code deciphering. If he was free in the afternoon, he would also take pictures of Liu Suola's friends to earn extra money. Make every effort to ensure the creation of new works.
No matter how busy he is, "The Conspiracy" still maintains a creative output of 6,000 words per day.
However, this is also his limit.
After all, it is a spy novel. It cannot be said that there is no such subject in China, but few people create it.
For writers who are not familiar with it, it is extremely difficult to create, and due to the special era, it has a huge impact on creation.
It can be said that after it was released, his work was probably the first of its kind.
The benefits of being the first are self-evident, but the pressure you need to endure is also enormous.
Jiang Yulou cannot be careless.
Time forwarded to September, Jiang Yulou went through class division and military training.
Just when school was about to start, the ninth issue of "Yanhe" finally came out.
In August, Yanhe Literature suddenly placed advertisements in major newspapers and periodicals, which was very rare for a literary journal.
At first, readers didn't take it seriously until they found out that the advertisement said that the ninth issue of "Yanhe" would publish new works by the author of "Mountain Wood" and "Poem of the Ten Commandments". Poetry lovers and fans of Jiang Yulou couldn't sit still. .
For poetry fans, Jiang Yulou is the most talented love poet in China in the past century.
As long as young people read his poems, even if they don't like them, they can't fault them. For those who like it, it is a great poet who can be compared to Xu Zhimo and Voltaire.
It is not easy for a poet to write one or two popular poems in his lifetime, but now it seems that this is not his limit.
In just a few months, he actually had a new work.
People who love poetry couldn't bear this, so they rushed to the post and telecommunications office to order the ninth issue of "Yanhe".
This behavior of the vast number of poetry lovers and fans of Jiang Yulou directly caused the sales of "Yanhe" as soon as it was released.
A mere 100,000 copies were sold out in less than a week.
When President Lei heard the news, he almost felt sad.
At that time, he took Editor Sun's hand and said with shame: "I regret not listening to Editor Sun's words!"
