The happiness of crossing every day

Chapter 427 You Are the April Day of the World
However, Gao Jiangyuan was still very good-tempered at the moment, and asked Chen Yuanyuan a question.

"Yuanyuan, what poem do you want to read with me?"

"I have been doing morning lessons with you these days. What I read every morning seems to be Spring and Autumn and Warring States, as well as Liezi, Mengzi, Guiguzi, and other books like that."

"Poetry...whether it's ancient poetry or modern poetry, I seem to read relatively little."

"Yuanyuan, recently, I don't seem to have heard you read a poem..."

When Chen Yuanyuan heard such words, she immediately complained in her heart.

She didn't have it before, but it doesn't mean she can't now...

Reading poetry...

She specifically picked the ones with more new words, which were more difficult to pronounce.

A dictionary must be looked up.

Well, like that Li Sao who sang through the ages..., she feels very good now.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuanyuan immediately remembered that she had such a textbook a long time ago.

What is it called Chu Ci?

The book in the Songs of Chu contains more than 2200 pieces of Songs of Chu that sing like magic.

Lisao style... that is not an ordinary style of poetry.

When ordinary people read this, it is actually difficult to understand that kind of emotion.

And the tune of singing this thing, the average person will actually be a little bit unbearable.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuanyuan immediately said to Gao Jiangyuan who was getting closer and closer, "Brother Jiangyuan, I suddenly remembered something."

"That poetry book is in my room. I'll get it now, okay?"

Hearing such words, Gao Jiangyuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Yuanyuan, I'll go get it with you."

"..."

When Chen Yuanyuan saw Gao Jiangyuan's attitude that she was afraid that she would run away accidentally this evening, she immediately sighed in her heart.

Then with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded lightly and said: "Brother Jiang Yuan, I'll listen to you."

After the two of them went to Chen Yuanyuan's room where I was sitting now, Chen Yuanyuan lifted her sleeping bed in front of him.

There was a brand new book under the quilt on the bed.

The name is very nice.

It's called Chu Ci.

And it is a word written by a certain master with his heart.

Those two characters are cursive script.

Very smooth, very beautiful.

"Brother Jiang Yuan, this is the book!"

"This book, a long time ago, when I saw it for the first time, I felt that, somewhere, it would be appreciated by me."

Seeing that Chen Yuanyuan was so happy when she saw this book.

He immediately felt a little puzzled in his heart.

Chu Ci...

Ok.

Right now, he doesn't want to say anything.

As for Chu Ci, he had heard of it before.

After all, after all, a certain writer surnamed Guo above wrote there every day a long time ago.

Singing and praising Qu Yuan who died by jumping into the Miluo River.

Every day in the newspapers, praising Chuci and Lisao.

But to be honest, after he read through the Lisao, he felt something, and it was really a bit awkward to read.

For example, that..., the modal particle at the end of each sentence.

What is it, what is it...

In fact, it’s fine if there are too many modal particles, but the crux of the matter is, on the wedding night when I was drinking Yuanyuan and her, I read that loudly together...

"I took a long breath to cover my tears, mourning the hardships of the people's lives..."

As long as he thinks about it in his own mind, he feels that this matter is particularly inappropriate.

This Li Sao is too concerned about the country and the people, and too miserable.

Today is a good day for great joy.

Let's say something festive.

That's a good sign.

Therefore, Gao Jiangyuan took the initiative and took the book of Chu Ci that Chen Yuanyuan was holding.

Then, he slowly sat on Chen Yuanyuan's bed.

In the dim light, I read more than ten times seriously.

"Yuanyuan, um... this book..."

"I read a few articles seriously, and I feel that the tone of this book seems a bit inappropriate for our atmosphere tonight."

"Reading this...is better than reading that Book of Songs!"

"Three hundred poems in the Book of Songs. Many of the things in them are quite suitable for us."

Before Chen Yuanyuan could speak, Gao Jiangyuan suddenly put the book in his hand aside gently.

Then, he clasped Chen Yuanyuan's hands in his own again.

Then, he looked at her very gently, and said the famous poem in the Book of Songs.

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river, a fair lady, a gentleman..."

Gao Jiangyuan must have done some work beforehand.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to recite this poem verbatim right now.

Chen Yuanyuan has been seeing Gao Jiangyuan for a while, and she still wants to seize this opportunity to tease herself.

She thought about it, and after Gao Jiangyuan finished reading the poem, she said to him.

"Brother Jiang Yuan, your voice is really nice..."

Gao Jiangyuan saw that she was still not enlightened at this time, since he only noticed his own voice, not what he said.

Moreover, she didn't think about why she read this poem at this time.

So, he used the patience in his heart that was as wide and boundless as the sea.

He said to Chen Yuanyuan gently and softly: "Yuanyuan, do you feel nothing about the poem I read just now?"

Chen Yuanyuan froze on the spot when she heard these harsh words.

She didn't know if she said she felt it at this time, or she didn't feel it.

She felt that whether she said she felt it or said she didn't feel it at this time, she didn't take it for granted.It's all her fault.

So, she just waited in silence.

When Gao Jiangyuan saw Chen Yuanyuan, he was still as dazed as a child.

So, with greater tolerance, he read another poem to her.

"Yuanyuan, when you were in the past, did you ever hear a modern poem that was widely circulated decades ago - you are the April day of the world?"

Hearing this poem, Chen Yuanyuan immediately froze for a moment.

"what?"

It never occurred to her that she was just in a hothead and brought up the idea of ​​having male and female colleagues stay together and recite poems on the wedding night...

How could she have expected that Gao Jiangyuan, who is usually serious and serious in his work, now seems to be possessed by a love saint.

What you say is sweet.

The poems I read are also sticky like those sticky spider webs.

People's heart, which was already a little restless, was hard to guard against.

(End of this chapter)