Seeing the poets going downstairs, the literary youths in the yard flocked to introduce themselves, took out their diary and asked the other party to leave a message and sign, and took out their poems and asked their idol to comment. The yard suddenly seemed very lively.

This scene is so familiar.

Several years later, this scene often happens at the airport and hotel entrances. The boys and girls work hard to wait for their idols.

However, the poet was replaced by a traffic star.

The literary youth has been replaced by a fan circle girl.

Is this the progress of society or the regression?

Xia Hongjun summarized his thoughts.

Seeing Song Zhenzhen standing by the crowd, Xia Hongjun walked over.

"May I ask you are Song Zhenzhen?"

"Well..." Song Zhenzhen nodded slightly, a little shy.

I just thought about a lot of things to say to Xia Hongjun in the yard, but now people stand in front of them but can't say a word.

The scene is a bit awkward.

"Hey...Song Zhenzhen, I remember you promised me in the letter that you would treat me to the candied haws after coming to Yanjing." Xia Hongjun joked.

This...

Song Zhenzhen smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curled.

"Okay, as long as Teacher Xia has time, I will treat you to candied haws!"

"Don't let Teacher Xia, I can't afford it. Just call me Xia Hongjun." Xia Hongjun hurriedly corrected: "It's better to hit the day the next day, so it's better now."

Song Zhenzhen also wanted to talk to Xia Hongjun. It seemed a bit inappropriate for the two of them to stand here, so he nodded.

But why are you always nervous?

Xia Hongjun found Shao Xiang and said that he would not go to the hotel after having lunch with his friends.

"Is that girl?"

Shao Xiang looked at the girl standing on the side of the yard, her hands tucked together, and she was a little cramped.

"Well, it's one of my pen pals." Xia Hongjun already knew the relationship between Shao Xiang and Kong Qingquan, and to tell the truth.

"Okay, come to the meeting on time in the afternoon." Shao Xiang agreed, and glanced at Xia Hongjun again, his eyes a little ambiguous.

Editor-in-chief Shao, don’t look at me with this gaze.

We are really pen pals, just have a meal together...

Xia Hongjun and Song Zhenzhen left the courtyard and walked forward together along the street.

The weather is very good today and the sun is shining. Yanjing does not have the sandstorm that is annoying to people in later generations. Peach blossoms are in full bloom on the streets, but the willow catkins flying all over the sky make people feel a little annoying.

"Ah snee!" Xia Hongjun's nose was itchy and he couldn't help sneezing. As a result, he couldn't help but sneeze seven or eight times in a row, which made him dizzy.

"Puchi." Song Zhenzhen couldn't help laughing.

"There are many willows in Yanjing City. It's like this when spring comes. Good people from other places are not used to it. It's better to wear masks. I'll give you one." Song Zhenzhen took out a cotton mask that praised the new one from his schoolbag and handed it to Xia Hongjun.

"Thank you." Xia Hongjun hurriedly put it on, and it felt much more comfortable all of a sudden.

What a careful girl.

After this little episode, the atmosphere between the two became active.

"This is your first time in Yanjing City?" Song Zhenzhen tilted his head and looked at Xia Hongjun.

"Um….."

"Then you have to have fun after the meeting, Tiananmen Square, Forbidden City, Badaling Great Wall... There are so many fun places in Yanjing!" Song Zhenzhen introduced enthusiastically.

It turns out that he is from the imperial capital. When he talks about his city's words and deeds, he often reveals a sense of pride.

"You're a guide for me?"

Xia Hongjun suddenly said something, and Song Zhenzhen blushed and whispered: "I... I want to go to school, I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Just kidding, I have to hurry back and study hard." Xia Hongjun hurriedly explained.

Just passed by a small restaurant, and Xia Hongjun invited Song Zhenzhen to have a meal. Song Zhenzhen felt a little embarrassed.

I am the host and the guest, so I have the nerve to have someone treat you.

However, I didn't bring much money before leaving.

"Hey, I'll treat you to a meal with candied haws. Isn't that just right? It's already time for dinner anyway." Xia Hongjun advised.

"Then, thank you." Song Zhenzhen nodded.

Anyway, I'm a little hungry.

This time he treats a meal. If he comes to Yanjing again next time, I will treat him to roast duck!

This will be even.

So, Song Zhenzhen happily followed Xia Hongjun into the restaurant.

The mutton with scallion and vinegar, Xia Hongjun ordered two dishes in Yanjing and asked for another three-fresh soup, so the two of them ate it.

During the meal, the topics of the two of them naturally changed to poetry.

"Song Zhenzhen, you said you also participated in this essay competition. How are your results?" Xia Hongjun asked after taking a bite of the steamed bun.

"I only entered the rematch." Song Zhenzhen's face looked a little depressed.

"It's good to be in the top 200." Xia Hongjun comforted softly: "I heard that there were nearly 2,000 people participating in the essay contest this time, which is equivalent to 10% being able to advance, which is similar to the difficulty of taking the college entrance examination."

After hearing what Xia Hongjun said, Song Zhenzhen was in a better mood.

Song Zhenzhen began to ask for the confusion encountered in the process of writing poetry again, so Xia Hongjun had to act as a teacher to give answers one by one.

There are many such posts on Zhihu and Douban on later generations, and Xia Hongjun has read some of them.

He can't fool those literary giants, but he feels more than enough to face a middle school student.

"Xia Hongjun, you have a lot of writing experience and you know so much!" Song Zhenzhen looked admirable.

Hey, girl.

Don't worship me so much.

I'll feel embarrassed.

After dinner, Song Zhenzhen ran to the snack bar next door to buy two candied haws, each of which was eaten. Seeing that the time was about to be about to go back to school, Xia Hongjun took her to the bus stop.

"Xia Hongjun, I want to ask you a question." Song Zhenzhen suddenly turned around and looked at the other party as he walked.

"you say."

"Why can you write such delicate poems? Like the sentence "Looking out the window, as long as you think of the things you regret in your life, the plum blossoms will fall all over the South Mountain" is so romantic.... Have you encountered many romantic things in real life?"

"Ha, you were wrong. You said that we are the senior high school students... Oh, how can we have so many romantic things for those who are not senior high school students? I just read books, eat, sleep... every day, school, home at two o'clock."

"As for why I can write it out?" Xia Hongjun pondered for a moment and said, "One is to read more, the other is to write more, that's all."

The explanation can be said to be the past, and Song Zhenzhen suddenly felt relieved in his heart.

When he arrived at the bus stop, before the bus arrived, Song Zhenzhen took out another notebook and left a message to sign, and he agreed readily.

"Study hard and improve every day!" Xia Hongjun wrote a sentence in a regular manner and solemnly signed his name.

Song Zhenzhen was amused all of a sudden and really became a teacher.

"No, this is too ordinary, you have to rewrite it." Song Zhenzhen refused.

All right…

Xia Hongjun took the notebook, took out his pen and started writing.

"Walking through the river, there are thousands of lotus flowers. Poetry is simple, and the heart is simple."

What a nice view!

Song Zhenzhen was attracted all of a sudden and read it repeatedly several times and couldn't let go of it.

Xia Hongjun, I admire you so much.

At this time, a bus slowly drove into the station. Song Zhenzhen hurriedly said goodbye to Xia Hongjun and got on the bus.

Xia Hongjun turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard Song Zhenzhen calling him.

"Xia Hongjun!"

"What's wrong?" Xia Hongjun turned around and looked at the girl who stuck her head out the window and asked.

"No... nothing."

"Goodbye! Be careful!" Xia Hongjun smiled and bowed, turning around and leaving.

"Goodbye!" Song Zhenzhen replied.
Chapter completed!