Lin Nan returned to the piano again.

Chen Chuxia found that the eyes of the people around him looking at Lin Nan were full of worship.

Even she herself, at this moment, inexplicably looked forward to the song called "Wedding in Dreams".

Really capable of...

It sounds that good?

Before Chen Chuxia could think more.

Lin Nan's fingertips had already passed the black and white keys, and the music started again.

A melodious tune followed.

Everyone calmed down and watched the boys playing there.

Someone's eyes were red.

Someone sighed.

Someone looked at the ceiling with his eyes stunned.

Each has its own story.

No one spoke again.

Even Chen Chuxia felt his heart slowly pinched with his hands when he heard this song for the first time.

A heart gradually sinks, and then slowly rises with the music.

The tune reminded Chen Chuxia of a TV series he watched one summer.

The male and female protagonists in the TV series have experienced eighty-one difficulties and are about to achieve success. When they entered the palace of marriage, they found that they were brothers and sisters.

Then the brother went crazy and the sister jumped off the building.

It's a bad and sad ending.

Just like this song.

The first hearing is full of joy, but after careful savor, it is full of sadness and despair.

Just as seeking light in darkness, reaching out to heaven in hell, seeking the inaccessible comfort.

Chen Chuxia sighed. She looked at Lin Nan and then at Su Youhan sitting opposite her.

This beautiful girl has never left Lin Nan since now.

There was a light in her eyes.

That gaze made Chen Chuxia feel entangled in his heart.

Sun Wen picked up the red wine glass on the table and took a sip.

Her eyes looked at Lin Nan, and she also admired her a lot in an instant.

Wait for the end of the song.

Everyone has never been able to recover.

I have to say that even Sun Wen couldn't help but think of many people and many things when she heard this song "Wedding in a Dream".

Some unspeakable regrets.

at the same time.

Xiacheng.

Gu Chunbo rubbed his eyes that were slightly red.

He is the leader of the Chinese language group of Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School and the chairman of Xiacheng City Modern Poetry Association.

These days he has been in charge of the school, with the theme of happiness and plans to send poems to the province to participate in the competition.

However, reading many modern poems sent by students made him very tired.

"This is simply bullshit!"

In front of him was a poem.

“I had a bowl of rice this morning.”

“I was hungry again at noon.”

"Fortunately, supper is coming."

"So I suddenly felt happiness."

What the hell is this?

Is this poetry?

This is simply an insult to poetry!

"The quality of this class of students is too poor! It's so bad! It's all, what's all!"

Gu Chunbo was very angry. As an older generation of intellectuals, his hands were trembling.

"Don't be angry, take the medicine."

Gu Chunbo's wife came over with a glass of water, holding a handful of medicine in her hand: "You are so old, don't get hypertension later."

"I still suffer from high blood pressure? If you have a few more poems like this, I think I can have a cerebral hemorrhage directly!"

Gu Chunbo frowned in anger: "This provincial poetry competition is very important to our school. As the chairman of the Xiacheng Modern Poetry Association, if I can't even handle this competition, what kind of face will I have to sit in this position?"

"So many people are watching!"

"These students now play games all day long, eating, sleeping, and playing doodou, and so on, and don't study! Even writing a poem can make the taste of boiled water, which is simply helpless!"

Gu Chunbo kept talking, slamming the table while saying that, then opened his mouth and let his wife stuff the medicine into his mouth, took a sip of water, and drank it down with a rumble.

"Don't worry, there will always be good."

Seeing him so angry, his wife comforted him, as if she had been used to Gu Chunbo's appearance.

"I'm so angry."

Gu Chunbo breathed a sigh of relief, sat there, took a deep breath, and was about to continue to look, he found that his phone had lit up.

He opened it.

The message was sent by Student Union Chairman Jiang Zhibo.

Jiang Zhibai can write poems in daily life. Although he doesn’t write well, he can probably see the flavor of some poems.

"Teacher Gu, I just saw a sentence in my classmate's QQ space. It feels very poetic. Do you want to take a look?"

Jiang Zhibo looked very polite.

"What students wrote? Or in QQ space? What good things can there be?"

Gu Chunbo frowned and wanted to refuse, but after thinking about Jiang Zhibo's identity as the president of the student union, he replied.

"Send it to see."

He didn't have any special thoughts.

His idea was so simple that it was beyond words.

Just take a look at things and just do it perfunctorily, it would not be a waste of Jiang Zhibo's kindness.

Not long after a while.

Jiang Zhibo sent a picture.

It's a screenshot.

The above is also very simple, just one sentence.

"I want to have a house facing the sea and spring is in full bloom."

this……

Gu Chunbo, who had no hope for anything, suddenly became stunned.

He looked at the words carefully, and his eyes could not help but glar into the screen of his phone.

"A house, facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers bloom..."

"Now many of us live in cities, exhausted in pursuit of success, and few people notice anything outside of life."

"This...the artistic conception of this sentence...this is too...this is great!"

After several tastes, Gu Chunbo suddenly stood up and stood there with his face turning red.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you old man?"

My wife, who had just taken out with water, was startled when she saw this scene: "Don't be excited, you still have high blood pressure, high blood lipids, and high blood sugar!"

"Your hemorrhoids are not healed yet!"

My wife was so scared.
To be continued...