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Chapter 73

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    Gong Xiyuan took the lead and introduced Gu Ming to a group of his friends and his friends.  He patted his ass and returned to Rongcheng, but the friends who stayed in Shanghai harassed Gu Ming every once in a while. They followed the mailing address and went to her door, giving her food, drinks and movie tickets, dragging her out to play, and enthusiastically  Gu Ming was left helpless.

    Among them, Zhang Qiyue, Qian Xiuling and their best friend Shang Jixiang are the most popular.

    After going back and forth, everyone became familiar with each other.  And among this group of people, Gu Ming is relatively young. Although he has the impression of being dignified and steady through his works and the first time they met, his true temperament will inevitably be exposed as time goes by, and he accidentally ends up fighting with these young people.  one slice.

    She is humorous, lively and fun, sometimes hit the mark and has unique insights. After the strangeness was eliminated, everyone unknowingly changed their names. "Ah Ming" was long and "Ah Ming" was short.

    A group of people filed upstairs. Zhang Qiyue was walking on her right, just blocking Gu Ming's view on the right, and he hugged her and sat on the seat next to the window.

    Across several tables, her familiar silhouette ran into Feng Qu's eyes. His cerebral cortex was momentarily paralyzed, as if he had lost the ability to regulate his body, and his hands and feet were stiff for a moment before gradually returning to normal.

    He composed himself and started chatting with Song Yue. However, he was a little absent-minded and paid attention to the movements at Gu Ming's table.

    The waiter was attentive. Among the young people at the table, Feng Qu only noticed the young man sitting next to Gu Ming. He ordered a lot of snacks and dried fruits, plus the best tea, and asked her sideways: "Am Ming, what are you doing?"  Want something?"

    There were three young men at the same table, but this young man was the only one who made Feng Qu frown. He was very young, probably in his early twenties, wearing a well-fitting vest and shirt, with slicked-back hair and a pretty face.  , I don¡¯t know where the oily-haired and pink-faced boy came from, hovering around her.

    Gu Ming stopped with a smile: "That's enough, that's enough. The first two times I came here, I ordered a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds and peanuts. Besides, we mainly listen to music today, and we are not here specifically to eat snacks."

    Zhang Qiyue: "Eat a few pieces, otherwise you will be hungry again when you go back to play tennis, and it will be a long time before dinner." He was impeccably considerate.

    Feng Qu even saw Gu Ming's smiling face: "Qi Yue, if I continue to play with you, I'm afraid I'll get fat. You persuade me to eat every time I go out. I've gained several pounds this month.  "

    Zhang Qiyue seemed very happy: "You are just too thin. You can only write good articles if you live alone and are healthy. You should go out and exercise every few days."

    On this matter, everyone here has long reached a consensus and condemned her with one voice: "Being too thin is not only irresponsible to yourself, but also irresponsible to the readers."

    Gu Ming raised her hands in surrender: "I'll eat a few more pieces later, can you guys please stop talking about me?"

    Everyone was laughing.

    Feng Qu listened from a distance and listened. The care of those people was very sincere. However, Gu Ming was full of joy, talking and laughing, like stars holding the moon surrounded. She was neither the well-behaved concubine of the Young Marshal's Mansion nor Gu Ming.  A submissive daughter.

    She is herself.

    The free and unrestrained Gu Ming.

    Some things can only be seen more clearly when you are far away.

    He and Song Yue had a good conversation. At least Song Yue did not object to going to Rongcheng to teach. In the atmosphere of half-hearted discussions, it was extremely rare that they could still come to an outcome.

    Later, Song Yue probably noticed his absent-mindedness and the way he glanced at the table over there. He looked over in surprise and suddenly laughed: "Young Marshal Feng invited me to come to Rongcheng to teach. In fact, in my humble opinion, I would like to recommend him."  one person."

    Feng Qu: "Mr. Song, please speak."

    Song Yue indicated with his eyes: "Young Marshal Feng must have noticed the table of young people over there, right? There is one of them whom I happen to know, the lady wearing a light blue cheongsam over there."

    Feng Qu was shocked¡ªGu Ming was wearing a light blue cheongsam.

    He pretended not to know: "Who is that lady?"

    Song Yue: "That young lady is none other than Mr. Rongcheng, who is well-known in Shanghai. Her articles are excellent, her thoughts are refreshing, and she has the courage to cleanse away the old dust." His eyes shone, and his attitude suddenly became solemn: "Young Marshal Feng  Xiang is in the military, so he may not know much about things in the cultural circle."

    This was not the first time that Feng Qu heard praises for Master Rongcheng from others. However, those were pure readers. Although even he himself could not deny the excellence of Master Rongcheng, this was the first time that he heard it today.  Seniors in the cultural circle affirmed her.

    ??The humiliation finally subsided a lot.

    "Don't remember? We were paying off Brother Ming's literary salon at the end of last year" Before he could finish his words, Gu Ming choked on a mouthful of pastry and coughed violently, hurriedly waving to him.

    Zhang Qiyue sat next to her. When he saw this, he hurriedly picked up her tea cup and put it to her mouth. Gu Ming took two sips of tea with his hand and washed down the pastry. She stroked her chest and breathed smoothly before hurriedly asking Song Yue.  Apology: "Mr. Song, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't remember Mr. Song. I just didn't expect Mr. Song to appear suddenly and was shocked."

    Feng Qu looked at Zhang Qiyue's hand holding the tea with dazzling eyes.

    Gu Ming didn't know what he was thinking. Her eyes crossed Song Yue's shoulder and touched Feng Qu who was standing behind him. They both understood that she was not surprised by Song Yue's sudden appearance.  Feng Qu fell from the sky and was frightened.

    Song Yue laughed: "I thought Mr. Rongcheng wouldn't like the old-fashioned pastime of Suzhou Pingtan, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

    Gu Ming nodded invisible to Feng Qu and smiled: "What did Mr. Song say? Suzhou Pingtan is folk culture and a part of Chinese culture. It makes no sense to abandon all old culture when promoting the New Culture Movement.  What is discarded is the dross, and the good should be inherited. Forcibly causing cultural rupture will be harmful to future cultural inheritance."

    Song Yue admired her even more: "It's no wonder that Brother Qingming admires you so much. You are young and have extraordinary insights. Today I will introduce you to a friend." He said to Feng Qu behind him: "This is Rong Cheng  Marshal Feng. Marshal Feng, this is the famous Young Master Rongcheng. Although he is young, he deserves to be called a gentleman."

    After being separated for several months, Feng Qu finally stood in front of her. There was about three steps between them. Today, he was looking for professors for the future Rongcheng University. He treated Song Yue with humility and respect. The people he recommended should not be too polite.  Too slight.

    A faint smile appeared on his handsome face, and he stretched out his hand to Gu Ming: "Hello, sir."

    Everyone¡¯s eyes were focused on them, and Zhang Qiyue felt uneasy for no reason, probably because the way Marshal Feng looked at Gu Ming was too dangerous.

    Gu Ming smiled politely, stretched out her hand to shake his hand, and left at the touch: "Hello, Marshal Feng."

    Her shock subsided and her expression was managed just right, as if two people met for the first time.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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