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Chapter 12 The Plaid Boy

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    The most interesting existence of the university should belong to various clubs.  Students join these clubs according to their different interests.  Firstly, you can share your experience about a thing with people who have the same interest in the clubs, and secondly, these clubs can also provide some valuable experience for students to enter the society in the future.

    But for Lin Yufei, joining the literature club just wanted to learn more about literature.

    On the first day of senior year, Qie Junxi, the president of Lin Yufei's literary club, assigned a special topic to the members.

    Qie Junxi is a well-known handsome guy in the Faculty of Letters.  Because he wears plaid shirts every day, he is affectionately called "the male god in plaid shirts" by his classmates.  Most of the girls who came to the literature club came for Zheng Junxi.

    "Today we will make a seven-character poem based on an object, a person or a book we like as the theme"

    "Huh?" Everyone complained. After all, including Lin Yufei, no one majored in literature. For them, it was really difficult to write a poem.

    "Actually, there are not too many requirements. You can also refer to the rhythm of a certain poem you like. It's just a small game." Qie Junxi added.

    At this time, there was no one in the literature building.  Taking advantage of the lack of people, Zheng Jiaxun quietly came to the Literature Building.  He walked through the classrooms indifferently.  Stopped in front of a classroom.

    Through the small glass mirror at the back door, Zheng Jiaxun silently looked at the girl who wrote strokes on the rice paper.

    ?Lonely fragrance leans against the water of the Xiangjiang River,

    Thousands of flowers competing for spring are unknown.

    Just because a good man loves you,

    ? Sprinkle the diabolo with tears to liberate the infatuated soul.

    "Wow, Zheng Jiaxun"

    With a girl screaming softly, the whole classroom boiled up.

    "Wow"

    Everyone looked in the direction of Zheng Jiaxun, except for Lin Yufei. In Zheng Jiaxun's eyes, Lin Yufei looked indifferently like someone outside the world at this moment.

    The moonlight pours into every corner of the room, making the world soft and beautiful.

    Unpredictable Xiaoxiang stormy night,

    ? Residual Lotus Empty Pond Full Moon Traces.

    ? Poor burning manuscripts break the leading edge.

    The fragrance disappears and the song is all the people in the dream.

    Such a person, such a poem.  Zheng Jiaxun was completely absorbed in Lin Yufei's world.  He looked at the words "special classroom for literature club" written by the teachers next to him, smiled and left the classroom door.

    Sometimes, our world will change because of a "little accident".  Moreover, these changes happen consciously, just inadvertently, unknowingly making our life look different.

    "Lin Yufei, you finished writing so quickly?" Qie Junxi, the president of the Literature Club, looked at Lin Yufei in surprise.

    Qie Junxi has been paying attention to this girl ever since Lin Yufei joined the literature club in his sophomore year. Her uniqueness, her ignorance of the world, her indifference, everything about her deeply attracted him.  However, he never told Lin Yufei of his love. In his opinion, at least they were still friends.

    "En" Lin Yufei looked at Qie Junxi and nodded slightly.

    Qie Junxi bowed his head and slowly silently read the poem written by Lin Yufei, which was completed in only 5 minutes.

    Lin Yufei smiled faintly.  Then he quietly walked back to his seat.

    Qie Junxi touched the paper Lin Yufei handed in and smiled.

    In that era of ignorance and longing for love, we can always be satisfied by a person's frown and smile.  Looking at her back, listening to her voice, touching the place where she sat, touching the words she wrote, these are enough to warm the whole youth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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