The red cotton card is pretty good.

Xia Hongjun sat on the stone, plucked the strings a few times, adjusted the notes, and started singing with the accompaniment of the guitar:

A piece of wild flowers on the grassland that witnessed the death of the gods

The wind farther away is farther away than the distance

My piano sobbed and tears were gone...

Everyone was stunned.

Just now, everyone thought that Xia Hongjun was just a joke, but with the melodious sound of the piano and Xia Hongjun's affectionate voice, everyone seemed to see a lonely soul singer on the vast grassland.

What surprised everyone even more was that this song actually matched the lyrics of this song so well, as if it was written for him!

Beautiful, lonely, tragic, sad...

It seems that a spring afternoon is covered with a faint layer of sadness.

As Yang Li listened, tears were filled with tears in her eyes. Haizi looked surprised, while Nishichuan, who was standing beside her and holding her pocket, frowned.

The beginning of this poem is full of the breath of death. With the sad singing of Xia Hongjun, he seemed to really see a ponytail playing alone on the barren grassland that would cry.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He wanted to stop Xia Hongjun from singing.

As soon as he was about to speak, the sound of Xia Hongjun's piano came to an abrupt end.

Already finished singing.

The surroundings were quiet, as if they were still immersed in the sad atmosphere just now.

Suddenly, a girl stood up not far away and shouted loudly: "Xia Hongjun, Haizi, I love you!"

An uproar suddenly sounded around, followed by laughter. The girl seemed to be shy about her impulse just now, and she covered her face and ran towards the distance, with a boy closely following behind her.

After this disturbance, the heavy atmosphere just now disappeared without a trace.

Many classmates gathered around to find their autographs, and some asked Xia Hongjun to ask the score of the song he just sang. Xia Hongjun was not reserved, and wrote the simplified script on the spot and gave it to them. He also smiled and asked Haizi to ask him about the lyrics.

The first gathering of Yanshan Poetry Club ended successfully, and everyone went their separate ways.

Haizi and Ma Zhe are going to return to Changping, and the new campus of the University of Political Science and Law has been completed long ago, and Haizi has moved there.

Xia Hongjun bid farewell to everyone and rode his bicycle to return to Normal University, but Xichuan stopped him.

"Xia Hongjun, I don't know what to say..." Nishikawa looked solemn and frowned: "From an artistic point of view, Haizi's song "September" is very well written, and your composition is seamless. However, I always have an ominous premonition, worried that something might happen to Haizi."

"Look at the poem he wrote, God, Death, Grassland... He was going to Inner Mongolia, Gansu, where there was grassland, so I was a little scared when he went out for a long trip."

It seemed that he also saw that something abnormal had appeared in Haizi. Xia Hongjun sighed in his heart, but said, "No, he is fine this time."

"Why are you so sure?" Nishikawa was stunned.

How to answer this?

Xia Hongjun thought for a while and said, "If Haizi's poems contain words such as loneliness, crying, pain, etc., you should not worry. If spring, light, blossom, and warmth suddenly appeared in his poems that day, you should pay special attention."

"Why?" Nishikawa was stunned.

"Because I think Haizi is the kind of person who smiles happily, and disappears into the darkness when he turns around, just like the Kitsuki in Haruki Murakami's writing, which catches people off guard and cannot be understood."

After saying this, Xia Hongjun rode his car and drove to the distance, leaving behind a somewhat confused Xichuan.

When he rode back to the Normal University, Xia Hongjun went straight to the classroom on the ninth floor where he often reviewed. Chen Zhaodi reads books here. Xia Hongjun briefly told him about the situation of the poetry club for a few days, and then said that he was going to write some poems now.

Chen Zhaodi originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but when she saw that Xia Hongjun was in a bad mood, she swallowed the words she was about to say.

Xia Hongjun opened the manuscript paper, but didn't know how to write it. He looked at the blooming magnolia outside the window, thought of Haizi's song "September", and then remembered his popular song "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Blooming", and finally, the poet's death.

His mood suddenly became unhappy.

"What's wrong? The Red Army?" Chen Zhaodi couldn't help asking in the end.

"No... nothing." Xia Hongjun turned around and squeezed a smile on his face: "Haizi is going out for a trip, and he left a poem before leaving."

"Ah? What did he write? Does it sound nice?" Chen Zhaodi asked curiously.

"It sounds nice." Xia Hongjun picked up the pen and started writing it on the notebook.

Chen Zhaodi took it over and looked carefully for a while, and whispered, "It's very good to write, but it's so sad... I wanted to cry after seeing it."

"Xia Hongjun, I don't allow you to write such sad poems. You have to write happy, happy forever." Chen Zhaodi suddenly reached under the table and held Xia Hongjun's hand tightly, looking at him with a hint of worry and a hint of prayer.

Xia Hongjun's heart trembled, and he understood the girl's thoughts.

Her feelings are now all over her, and her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness make her worry and worry about it.

How can such a girl be uncomfortable?

Xia Hongjun smiled.

"Then I will write it to you." I wrote on the manuscript:

I'm afraid of your two figures.

The moon is blurred to the end,

It's thoroughly seen in one sun.

I'm afraid you look pretty

A smile makes the peach blossoms bend the branches,

A melancholy feeling of the chest is like Xi Shi.

I'm afraid of this subdivision---

The clouds in the water come,

The clouds in the mountains go,

But which one is you.

How many dream images have passed,

I saw that the flowers on the other side were actually passing lotus seeds.

Here is empty,

There is a pleasant place.

Li Yang's "Girl's Thoughts".

Chen Zhaodi looked at the poem, and she knew it was written for her and smiled sweetly.

The next day, Xia Hongjun went to the bank to withdraw 2,000 yuan, rode his bicycle to Yanda with his pocket, and handed his pocket and this poem to Yang Li under the graduate school building.

"Is it written for Chen Zhaodi?" Yang Li looked carefully and asked.

Xia Hongjun did not deny it and nodded.

"Can you write me one?"

you?

Xia Hongjun whispered, and suddenly thought of a poem by Feng Tang, and lowered his voice like a prank:

"Okay, listen."

I'm jealous of everyone who has fucked you

I'm jealous of everyone who has never fucked you but has seen you

I'm jealous of everyone who touches your hair

I'm jealous of everyone who hasn't touched your hair but knows your mom

The west wind is on the rise for no reason

The ground is covered with grass in the east

I'm thousands of miles away from Buddha

I'm very close to Buddha

...

...

Yang Li was stunned.

In fact, she had long understood in her heart that Xia Hongjun had no idea about her and even wrote such a poem?

His face turned red at first, and then he returned to normal. He looked at Xia Hongjun with a smile, put his hand in his pocket, leaned forward and whispered in a low voice.

"You don't have to be jealous. I can belong to you tonight and let people do whatever they want..."

Grass!

Xia Hongjun turned around and left.

Yang Li's laughter came from behind.

Peat.
Chapter completed!