Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

Fang Wenwan lowered his sleeves, and put on a serious look on his face, looking quite literati.

A line of beautiful and artistic lyrics slowly came out of his mouth:

【Gently I leave,

as I came gently;

I waved softly,

Be a cloud in the western sky. 】

After reading this, Fang Wen paused.

Xia Yu clenched her hands tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and Fang Wen's voice seemed magical.

Such beautiful poems are written in vernacular, a style she has never seen before.

Compared with those obscure classical Chinese, it feels more romantic.

[The golden willow by the river,

the bride in the sunset;

Shadows in the waves,

Ripples in my heart. 】

Xia Yu's breathing froze when she heard this passage.

A grand and beautiful picture scroll appeared in her mind.The golden willow flutters under the evening wind blowing by the river, like a graceful singing girl stepping on the wind. This beautiful rhythm ripples like ripples. It is not only the sound of devout students seeking dreams, but also fits the ebb and flow of poets' emotions There is a unique aesthetic pleasure.

【The green dragonfly on the soft mud,

Oily swaggering underwater;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I am willing to be a water plant! 】

"He compares himself... to water plants." Xia Yu blinked her nimble eyes, and a cloud of water mist covered them.

She finally plucked up the courage to raise her head, but the tears in her eyes covered her vision, Fang Wen's figure, in her eyes, looked hazy and beautiful.

He continued to read, with harmonious artistic conception, mellow rhyme, heartbroken emotion, the harmony between emotion and environment is to the extreme, and the emotion is so strong that it cannot be separated.

[The pool under the shade of elm trees,

Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitating rainbow-like dreams. 】

Meaningful, clear and profound.

Xia Yu wiped the corners of her eyes, she seemed to see that face clearly.

[Looking for a dream?hold a long pole,

Strolling back to where the grass is greener;

A boat full of stars,

Sing in the starlight. 】

Fang Wen's voice suddenly became quicker, as if a trickle was slowly turning into a stream, and his emotions were also flowing down like a waterfall.

Xia Yu stared at Fang Wen bewilderedly, the charm that this man exuded at this moment had already occupied all of her heart.

The stars are shining brightly, the grass is flowing...

It is really hard for her to imagine that the vernacular that is on the lips every day can also compose such bold, profound and beautiful rhetoric.

"This man..."

[But I can't sing,

Quietly is the flute of parting;

Summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight! 】

After reading this, Fang Wen's voice suddenly stopped.

There seemed to be tears sliding down the corners of his eyes, and his gaze that was originally looking up at the sky suddenly shifted downwards.

It fell on Xia Yu's face.

The two looked at each other.

He wiped away the tears from Xia Yu's face, his eyes were deep.

[Quietly I leave,

As I came quietly;

I waved my sleeves,

Do not take a single cloud with you. 】

He turned around suddenly, with his back to Xia Yu.

The back is full of freedom.

In Xia Yu's eyes, Fang Wen at this moment seems to be like the Changhao described in the poem, full of nostalgia, farewell and sentimentality after the disillusionment of ideals.

"No, don't leave!"

She suddenly yelled, stretched out her hand, and rushed towards the back.

She hugged him tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.

[Ding: Super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super super, control point +200000]

The sound of the system actually choked up.

"Fuck! The system won't even touch you, will it?"

Fang Wen complained in his heart.

But this time the system didn't answer him.

Feeling the warmth and softness of his back and the constantly soaking wet back, a smug smile appeared on the corner of Fang Wen's mouth.

This "Farewell to Cambridge", as a modern poem read and recited by countless young talents in the Republic of China, was undoubtedly a blockbuster in the social environment at that time, and no one could stop its romance.

What's more, Xia Yu is a boudoir who loves new literature and is eager to break through the cage of feudal thought.

The two of them stood motionless in the courtyard.

"It's always been this good."

The thoughts of the young girl Huaichun filled the air, feeling the temperature in her arms and the fragrance of this man, Xia Yu felt that she was the happiest woman in the world now.

She couldn't live without this feeling and this man.

[Ding: Delicate value +10, currently 110]

After a long time, this noble son who can speak poetry suddenly held her hand and turned around.

Xia Yu's heart was beating non-stop.

"Cocoon." Fang Wen held her small face in his hands, and said in a gentle voice, "I need to ask you a few questions, and you will tell me the truth, won't you?"

Xia Yu nodded shyly, her voice soft and waxy.

"Ah."

Just as Fang Wen was about to ask questions, a loud noise came from outside the ghost.

"Fang Wen! It's not good!"

It was Ling Tianyue's voice.