Sister, you miss me

Wang Datong wore a plain robe, his hair was meticulous, and he wore a pair of rimless nearsighted glasses. He also looked handsome and handsome. He was a man of the Republic of China style.

This pair of prostitution is not lost at all to Toshihide Yanagi.

Wang Datong carried his briefcase, which looked like the kind of electricity bills in the country. He smiled all the way to his bookcase, waved at everyone, nodded to Junxiu Liu, and then took out the contents of the briefcase one by one.

Paper, ink and pen.

"Start." Bai Lang announced.

"Hold on." Liu Sheng Junxiu looked at Wang Datong, "How do you compare?"

"In a country of etiquette, the host and the guest are free."

"Which is better, how to judge?"

"People's eyes are sharp."

"I am still there." Ruan Bozhi walked in before the voice was over.

"Boshi!" Principal Moriguchi's voice was filled with surprise.

"Senkou, long time no see." Ruan Boshi smiled.

"Long time no see." Principal Moriguchi whispered, lowering his eyes, actually with a little shyness.

Yang Feng's eyes almost fell to the ground. Professor Ruan had a story with President Moriguchi.

At the same time, Yang Feng found that Teacher Qiandao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

In the end, Ruan Boshi sat on the Qiandao position, next to Senkou.

Ruan Boshi glanced at the mouth, smelled a faint scent of powder, and said softly, "Let the children begin."

Moriguchi nodded obediently: "Start."

"Please." Liu Shengjunxiu bowed to Wang Datong.

Wang Datong clasped his fists in return.

The two unfolded rice paper, Liu Shengchunzi rubbed ink for his brother, and Yang Feng rubbed it for Wang Datong.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone of the two are the best choice. The paper is the finest rice paper, and the ink is also the famous square ink, with fine grains and flavor.

After grinding, there was a refreshing ink fragrance in the hall.

Liu Sheng Junxiu groaned slightly, dipped in ink, and brushed away.

He wrote while observing Wang Datong.

Wang Datong stayed still, the teachers and students of Beiqing University were anxious.

Yang Feng was not in a hurry, and worked hard like a book boy.

Seeing that Liu Shengjunxiu was about to fill up a piece of paper, and Wang Datong still had no intention of writing, many people couldn't hold back their breath, and the students began to whisper.

Liu Shenghaowu took the opportunity to sneer: "Wang Datong, are you ashamed to write when you read my brother's handwriting? That's okay, so as not to be embarrassed and laugh generous."

"The frog in the well only sees the palm of the sky." Yang Feng sneered.

"Yang Feng, what are you talking about?"

"I tell you not to make a noise and don't affect the normal competition."

Liu Shenghaowu gasped for breath, and was going crazy, but Morikou stopped him with a look.

Liu Shengjunxiu is about to finish writing, and Wang Datong hasn't moved a stroke. One party is very excited, and one party's heart touches his throat.

Suddenly, the corners of Wang Datong's mouth curled slightly, and the same wolf's small letters were soaked in ink, and they were done in one go.

The two held pens at the same time.

Wang Datong looked at Liu Shengjunxiu, and saw that he had written a great article, his writing was indeed good.

Liu Shengjunxiu was surprised at Wang Datong's short length, but he also felt that his handwriting was quite impressive.

"Senkou, you are a guest, you first." Ruan Bo knew.

"You are the authority, you first." Morikou said.

"Then I'm not welcome." Ruan Bozhi said, standing up, and said: "Let everyone take a look at Er Wei's work."

So Yang Feng and Junko Liu Sheng held a picture and showed it in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes.

For a while, both sides had discussions.

"Luan, drifting and drifting, are all good words." Ruan Boshi smiled faintly and said, "Xiao Feng, you can talk first."

"No, what is he, and he is not a judge." Liu Shenghaowu was the first to retort.

Ruan Boshi didn't take it seriously, and changed his words: "Student Liu Sheng, or you can talk about it first.

"I..." Liu Shenghaowu swallowed.

"Yes, which is better, tell me your own opinion." Ruan Boshi encouraged.

Liu Shenghaowu bit his lip and looked at his sister and teacher for help. He gritted his teeth and said: "Of course it is my brother's goodness. The writing is good and the content is rich, which shows his skill. "

"Liu Sheng is good at martial arts, do you know Chinese?" Yang Feng asked suddenly.

"I……"

"Or ask, do you know what they wrote?" Yang Feng asked immediately.

"Isn't it clear? I'm not illiterate." Liu Shenghaowu said with difficulty.

"This poem and one word were written by ancient Chinese writers. What I asked was, what are their names and who did they come from?"

Yang Feng asked, Liu Sheng Hao Wu did not answer, all eyes fell on Liu Sheng Hao Wu's face.

Hao Wu Liu Sheng's face was hot, he clenched his fists, his face was dripping with blood.

"Xiao Yang, he is a martial artist, and he doesn't understand this. It is excusable." Ruan Bozhi seemed to relieve the siege. Then he said: "Since Liu Shenghaowu has expressed his opinion, Yang Feng will also talk about yours. opinion."

"Xianghou." Yang Feng nodded: "Student Liu Shengjunxiu wrote this article by Su Dongpo. It is called "Jiang Chengzi-Yimao First Moon Twentieth Night Dream". Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, there is nowhere to say desolate. Even if they meet each other, their faces are dusty, and their temples are like frost. At night, Youmeng returns to the hometown, Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. Looking at each other silently, only tears are thousands of lines. Place, bright moon night, short Matsuoka."

"This is a masterpiece of the ages. The whole article is full of the poet's nostalgia for his confidant and his helplessness for the years. Those who have stories will always cry when they read it." Yang Feng paused and said: "Student Liu Shengjunxiu said nothing It's picky, but there is a tinge of powder in it. If I guess it is right, Junxiu Liu should be a female calligrapher."

"You can actually see this?" Liu Sheng Junxiu exclaimed.

Senkou's eyes also brightened.

"That said, I guessed it right?" Yang Feng smiled lightly, with a confident look.

"Yes, mentor Mutoran. This word was written by the mentor to mourn the deceased husband. I like it very much and copy it from time to time." Junxiu Liu was outspoken.

"So that's the case." Yang Feng nodded, "Student Liu Shengjunxiu, with all due respect, your teacher wrote, it is definitely good, but you write, the mood is not a little bit different, the words are the voice of the heart, and you, you don’t have that share. Experience, let alone that state of mind."

Junxiu Liusheng hesitated to speak but stopped.

"Send you a poem." Yang Feng said: "Youth don’t know the feeling of sorrow, and fall in love with the story. If you fall in love with the story, you will say sorrow for new words. It's still off, but said, "It's cool for an autumn.""

Junxiu Liu Sheng nodded: "I understand."

Principal Moriguchi's eyes were full of admiration, "Student Yang Feng, quickly comment on Wang Datong's words."

Yang Feng said in a loud voice: ""Wandering Ziyin", Meng Jiao. The kind mother has thread in her hand, her wandering jacket, tightly stitched before she leaves, lest she will be late, whoever says nothing, will return Sanchunhui."

"Hundreds of filial piety first, this is a small poem that has been passed down through the ages, which is the essence of the Chinese national spirit. Student Wang Datong has a great mother. His "Wandering Song" writes his deep love and gratitude to his mother. Between the lines, the reading is moving."

"Fourth..." Wang Datong choked up in public.

For a time, Qiandao teacher's face became extremely ugly.

Principal Moriguchi nodded slightly, turned his head and looked at Ruan Boshi gently: "Boshi, it's your turn."

Ruan Boshi shrugged: "I have nothing to say, you can comment!"

Principal Moriguchi looked at his students and then at Wang Datong. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Liu Shengjunxiu walking towards Wang Datong under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

"Yiu Sheng..."

"Principal Moriguchi, Teacher Qiandao, I lost." Junxiu Liu turned back and bowed.

"Brother, no." Liu Shenghaowu shouted.

"Yiu Sheng Junxiu, why are you..." Qiandao was inexplicably excited.

Liu Shengjunxiu shook hands with Wang Datong, "Student Wang Datong, this time I am convinced."

After that, he shook hands with Yang Feng: "Yang Feng, you really deserve your name. I will definitely write my own style and walk my own way. Thank you, thank you for waking me up."

"I protest, it's not fair, I..."

"Good Wu!"

Liu Shengjunxiu stopped his brother and walked out of the library.

"The young man is good, the courage is commendable." Ruan Bozhi commented: "A person's greatest enemy is always oneself. It takes great courage to admit failure. Therefore, those who can face their own shortcomings and correct them will not succeed in the future. Limited."

Principal Moriguchi nodded and stretched out a tender white hand from Ruan Boshi: "Boshi, we lost the first game."

Ruan Boshi held the hand and shook it lightly: "Victory or defeat is a common matter for soldiers, you don't need to be humbled."

"Hypocrisy, to win is to win, and to lose is to lose. If the roles are exchanged, can your school be able to stay unobtrusive?" Liu Shenghaowu shook his head, "We can't do it. We will never lose in the next two competitions."

After all, Yuu Sheng Haowu also strode out of the library.

Junko Liu Sheng got up and walked towards Yang Feng step by step. The wooden clogs tapped on the wooden floor, making sounds that matched the rhythm.

Junko Liu Sheng stood in front of Yang Feng, Yingying Yifu: "Yang Feng, I look forward to your comments in the tea ceremony competition. Let's meet tomorrow."

As he said, Lianbu moved lightly and walked towards the door.

The students from the two schools dispersed one after another, and the heads of the two schools and the students who knew Yang Feng also stayed.

Principal Moriguchi came to Yang Feng, stretched out a hand, and Yang Feng gently pinched it.

Principal Moriguchi made no secret of his appreciation: "Student Yang Feng, deserves to be the No. 1 in the National College Entrance Examination. He has a good knowledge, a torch-like vision, and a genius."

"I don't dare to be, I am Professor Ruan's student, and all Professor Ruan taught well."

"I can't teach you!" Ruan Boshi smiled and shook his head. "Senkou, do you remember the phrase I gave you?"

"You said "The Magpie Bridge Fairy"?"

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in their turn."

Ruan Boshi and Senkou seemed to have no one staring at each other, and they were sincere in unison.

"Broad knowledge..."

Ruan Boshi laughed suddenly and pointed at Yang Feng and said, "Do you know how this kid solved it? If Qin Guan knows about it, he will surely crawl out and strangle him."

"How to solve it, quickly tell me." Senkou took Ruan Boshi's arm and said coquettishly.

"Go, go to the shore of Weiming Lake."

Ruan Bozhi and Senkou took them, Qiandao walked away directly.

Qin Xue stepped forward and hugged Yang Feng's arm, admiring her face: "Brother, you are great."

The other three women and three men also surrounded.

"If I say they are all Mongolian, do any of you believe it?"

Seven heads shake together.

"What do you think is the relationship between Professor Ruan and President Moriguchi?" Yang Feng suddenly changed the subject.

"I think it should be a confidante," Qin Xue said.

"Is there really that kind of pure relationship between men and women?" Yang Feng asked again.

"Yes, I think they are." Wang Bingqian said.

"Don't talk about it." Yang Feng looked at Su Qinxin and said: "We are going to win, Xinxin, tomorrow's competition, you are confident, to be honest, I can't help the tea ceremony at all."

"What to do with the swelling?" Su Qinxin frowned first, then smiled.