For a moment, there was a strange silence in the room. After a long time, Ci Song raised his hands and said to Dean Yan: "Dean Yan, I can't explain it. What you said are all facts. I am an unforgivable sinner." people."
Ci Song recognized these "evils" because now he has completely replaced the previous Ci Song, but this does not mean that the mistakes made by Ci Song before have been wiped out.
Ci Song enjoyed the original life of prosperity, wealth, and good food and clothing in Ci Song, so naturally he had to shoulder the responsibility for the mistakes he had made before, repaying retaliation, which is fair.
""Zuo Zhuan: The Second Year of Xuan Gong" records: If you know your mistakes and can correct them, you can do great things.
These past events are all in the past. Although I am not a good person now, I am willing to work hard to make up for all this. "
Ci Song took a deep breath and said, "No one is a saint, how can he have no mistakes? I will use actions to prove that I have changed my mind."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ci Song turned and left, "Ruo Ci, I'll leave first."
Although Dean Yan didn't say anything, Ci Song knew that it was the best choice for him to leave now. After all, he would be wrong if he said so. He really didn't know anything about those "memories" from the past.
When the door closed, Dean Yan's expression changed slightly. He turned to look at his daughter, who was looking a little dull, and finally said, "Ruo Ci, do you think what Ci Song said just now is true?"
Yan Ruoci shook her head, "I don't know."
"What do you think of him?" Dean Yan said with a smile.
"Father, what do you mean by this?" Yan Ruoci asked doubtfully.
"One drink and one peck, it's a predetermined decision. It's not a simple thing to make up for mistakes. At least, it's not something that can be done at this age. But who knows, is there anything behind those so-called 'evil things'? What's the secret?" Dean Yan suddenly stopped talking.
"What's the hidden secret?" "It's nothing, Ruo Ci, I believe you can handle the relationship with Ci Song well." Dean Yan shook his head slightly.
"Father, mother came to see me yesterday. She said that he wanted to meet Ci Song."
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At this moment, Ci Song had left Yan Ruoci's residence. He was walking alone on the avenue of the academy, and then he completely relaxed, thinking about everything that had just happened.
"Fortunately, I ran away quickly. If I stayed for a while, my underwear would be pulled out." Ci Song murmured in his heart.
"However, Dean Yan actually knows so much about 'me'. He has obviously done some research. It seems that his relationship with my father is not as bad as I thought, otherwise he would not have let me talk so much."
Ci Song felt happy in his heart. Fortunately, he had this relationship. If Ci Song appeared as a stranger in the dean's daughter's room, the consequences would be disastrous. It was hard to say whether he could get out of the courtyard.
"I'd better go back to class."
With that said, Ci Song walked towards the direction of the academy, but his nature as a road idiot was exposed again. When he was at Blue Star, he was a road idiot and had to bring a navigation system with him when he went out, which was obviously not available at this time.
Just like that, Ci Song got lost again. He was obviously walking towards the east, but he made a big circle and came to the lake where he met Yan Ruo Ci for the first time.
"Why am I here again? What's going on?"
Compared with before, there was an additional building similar to a bulletin board by the lake, with many papers posted on it. Ci Song then stepped forward and took a look.
When Ci Song walked to the bulletin board, what came into view was a familiar poem, which was exactly what he had written before: "Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple, Part 2", and other papers posted below were filled with Words of appreciation and praise for this poem.
"Hiss, I didn't expect the poem I gave to that senior to be so popular."
Ci Song looked at the various rainbow-like compliments on the rice paper and couldn't help but sigh. He could only say that Mr. Yang Wanli was really worth it.
"A poem for senior? So, this poem was written by you?"
A gentle voice came from behind Ci Song. Ci Song turned around and saw a very elegant woman appearing behind him at some point.
Ci Song looked at the woman carefully. She was wearing a light green dress. She was about thirty years old. Her appearance was quite dignified, giving people an intellectual sense of beauty. There was a hint of wisdom in her eyes. Obviously He is a person who reads poetry and books.
Seeing the woman's appearance, Ci Song was first surprised, and then politely handed her over, "This poem was indeed written by me."
"very nice."
The woman nodded slightly in affirmation. After sizing up Ci Song, she looked at him with some confusion: "Today is the day when classes start. Why don't you wear Confucian robes? And why do you appear here? Are you not from the academy?" s student?"
"Well, I'm a new student in the courtyard. I haven't had time to change my Confucian robe yet. I originally wanted to go back to my residence to change it, but I didn't expect that I got lost again."
Ci Song helplessly explained to the woman, because the woman in front of him was obviously not an idler. Judging from the temperament and good conversation she exuded, she was definitely not something ordinary people could possess.
"I see, the road to the academy is indeed a bit complicated, and it is indeed easy to get lost." The woman murmured. "Yeah, I got here by mistake." Ci Song didn't tell the whole story, he just said that he got here by mistake.
Hearing this, the woman smiled slightly, pointed to the lotus in the lake, and said: "Well, I can lead you, but you need to write another poem in front of me. If it satisfies me, I will give it to you." Extra reward for you.”
After hearing the word "reward", Ci Song was completely sure that the beautiful woman in front of him was definitely not low-status, she should be a teacher.
"Don't take advantage of it, you bastard."
Ci Song nodded directly in response, and then opened his mouth to recite it. This time he chose "Giving Lotus" by Li Shangyin, which was also a poem that Ci Song himself liked very much.
“The flowers and leaves in the world are not in harmony with each other, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust.
There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which can be opened and closed freely.
This flower and this leaf always complement each other, the green becomes less red and the sadness fades, killing people. "
When she heard Ci Song slowly reciting the song "Giving Lotus Flowers", the expression on the woman's face suddenly became unstable.
She covered her chest with a look of surprise and disbelief on her face. Listening to the content of the poem, a turmoil arose in her heart.
"This flower and this leaf always complement each other, the green becomes less red and the sadness fades, killing people."
As Ci Song's poetry recitation ended, the woman finally reacted. She raised her head and looked at Ci Song, her eyes full of surprise.
After reciting the poem, Ci Song looked at his wife and said, "I wonder if this poem can reach your ears and satisfy you?"
"You...are indeed very talented."
The woman used a lot of effort to suppress the shock in her heart. She was extremely sure that the young man in front of her was definitely not an ordinary person. He was definitely not an ordinary person with such attainments in poetry.
"Excuse me." Ci Song said modestly.
"What's your name? Where are you from?" the woman suddenly asked.
"My surname is the word Song. I am a native of Zhongzhou."
"Ci...Ci Song?"
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