Yang Bei had just finished shooting for the day, and now he was suddenly asked to write a poem about school life. Yang Bei's mind suddenly went blank.
There are really too many choices in Yang Bei's mind. Lin Huiyin, Bing Xin, Xu Zhimo, etc., everyone's poems appear in Yang Bei's mind one by one, but no matter how Yang Bei chooses, he always feels
These poems do not fit Yang Lan.
After hesitating for a while, Yang Bei got up and decided to take a bath and relax first. By the way, he could also think carefully about which poem he should write for Yang Lan's competition this time.
After Yang Bei relaxed in the bathtub, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. Perhaps he was too tired from the day's shooting. Yang Bei originally just wanted to take a short rest, but he didn't expect to fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
In the dream, Yang Bei returned to his original world...
But this time, Yang Bei felt more like traveling through time and back to his high school days.
Looking at the smiling faces of his former friends, Yang Bei felt that this school life had long gone away from him. Whether it was running wildly on the playground under the sun or the best-selling ice cream in the canteen, Yang Bei was once the most youthful person.
memories.
The bell rang and it was time for school to end.
Following the school's announcement, Yang Beigang was about to get up and go play basketball with his friends. Before he could cross the threshold of the classroom, he suddenly opened his eyes.
It turns out that everything was just a dream...
When Yang Bei woke up, he felt a little disappointed. He rubbed his temples. Maybe he was really tired from the recent filming, which made him have such unrealistic fantasies.
Yang Bei got up, put on his bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.
Looking at the night sky outside the window, with the moon and stars sparse, Yang Bei recalled his high school life, which was his most carefree period.
Suddenly, Yang Bei seemed to have an enlightenment. Thinking of the school broadcast after class in his dream, he immediately knew what kind of poem he should write for Yang Lan.
Yang Bei leaned over and wrote, and within a few minutes, he had already written a poem - "Beautiful Campus".
Spring on campus is like delicate stamens. The flowers that wake up at this time spit out their fragrance. The long hibernation accumulates energy, giving the spring campus a breath of life.
The summer on campus is like blooming flowers, which have become stronger after being washed by thunderstorms. At this time, the spring rain is like a girl, protecting the flowers and giving the summer campus a jumping note.
Autumn on campus is like ripe fruits, harvesting mature fruits, and happiness echoes in the campus. Wind and rain have made this flower go through ups and downs, giving the autumn campus a sweet smile.
Although winter on campus is not as tender as spring, not as cheerful as summer, and not as sweet as autumn, it has a tranquil atmosphere. This long rest can allow the flowers to bloom again next year.
This poem was a poem that Yang Bei's former school would recite on the radio every day during lunch break. For Yang Bei, this poem represented all his emotional sustenance for his former high school life.
Now Yang Bei has written this poem down to let people here know about it.
When Yang Bei put down his pen and was about to send this poem to Yang Lan, he noticed that it was already past two o'clock in the morning...
Yang Bei didn't even know that he had wasted so much time. Thinking that it was already early in the morning, Yang Lan had probably gone to bed long ago, and he didn't want to disturb Yang Lan's sleep. Yang Bei decided to wait until the next day.
Then send it to Yang Lan.
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The next morning, the genius dawned.
Yang Bei was awakened by a rapid knock on the door even while he was still sleeping.
"Yang Bei, Yang Bei, get up quickly!"
Yang Bei opened his sleepy eyes, jumped out of bed and opened the door. The person standing outside the door was Zhang Chong with a hurried look on his face. Seeing Zhang Chong's anxious look, Yang Bei suddenly woke up.
"What's wrong?!"
"Come and take a look, it rained heavily in the middle of the night last night, and the background decoration on the set was washed away by the rain!"
Zhang Chong frowned, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
Upon hearing Zhang Chong's words, Yang Bei immediately put on a coat and ran out with Zhang Chong.
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On the other side, Yang Lan was staring anxiously at the phone screen with a frown on his face.
Seeing that there were only a few hours left before the poetry conference started, Yang Lan did not wait for news from Yang Bei the night before, but she still trusted Yang Bei very much. Since Yang Bei had already agreed, Yang Lan completely believed in Yang Bei.
Bei will definitely send me poems.
However, I didn't expect that as the poetry conference was about to start, Yang Bei still didn't have any news.
Yang Lan sat backstage at the competition and said nothing.
The roommates and class teachers around her were also anxious, especially Tian Yuan. Originally, she had no plan to let Yang Lan compete. If it hadn't been for class representative Mo Han's temporary mistake, it would never have been Yang Lan's turn to compete.
The poetry conference started on time at nine o'clock. Seeing that it was less than half an hour before the poetry conference started, Yang Lan was still just staring at her phone in a daze, which made Tianyuan anxious.
Tian Yuan kept urging Yang Lan, and Yang Lan had to excuse himself to go to the toilet to avoid Tian Yuan and his roommates' constant questioning. Yang Lan had sent several messages to Yang Bei since early in the morning, but none of them
Without exception, nothing happened.
Being forced to do nothing, Yang Lan called Yang Bei's number, but no one answered...
Listening to the busy signals, Yang Lan felt like crying without tears.
After Yang Lan returned to the backstage dejectedly, Tian Yuan and his roommates immediately gathered around him. Seeing how anxious everyone was, Yang Lan also wanted to appease everyone, so she promised that she would be able to write a poem before the competition started.
Here comes a decent poem.
"Teacher Tian, don't worry, I will never hold back our class. Before the conference starts, I will definitely write a decent poem to participate in the competition!"
After listening to Yang Lan's words, Tian Yuan had no choice but to nod.
Now there is no other way but to believe in Yang Lan.
In order to give Yang Lan enough space to think, everyone also kept their mouths shut. However, the more deliberately everyone did not want to put pressure on Yang Lan, the more pressure she felt for Yang Lan.
Although Yang Lan didn't show it on her face, she was actually very anxious inside. She knew nothing about writing poetry, and now she was suddenly asked to write poetry. It would kill her.
Yang Lan was thinking hard by herself, but she racked her brains and still couldn't think of a decent word...
