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"So you listened to me." Song Shihe's voice was still a little hoarse.

"Your voice and spirit must be protected."

"Well, I know." Song Shihe smiled and nodded at him vaguely.Ji Yusheng only felt that Song Shihe seemed to think he was joking, and didn't hear it in his heart.

"You can use the microphone more in class, which can reduce the damage to your voice." Ji Yusheng was silent for a while and then reminded him.

"It's okay, my voice is fine."

Song Shihe opened the brown glass bottle and drank it in one gulp.

"Don't worry, it's just that I've been busy recently."

"Are you editing textbooks?"

"How do you know?" Song Shihe said with some surprise.

"That's what I heard." Ji Yusheng felt a little embarrassed when he thought that his words seemed to be paying attention to Song Shihe all the time.

Song Shihe took a deep look at him.

"Well, it's true that some are busy editing textbooks, but some are also busy with other things."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" It was the first time Ji Yusheng saw Song Shihe's tired look. Apart from being surprised, he also wanted to help him recover as soon as possible.

"It's okay, I'm almost finishing up the textbooks, thank you."

"Ah...Okay." Maybe it's because of my lack of ability, I can't help him with anything but I keep accepting his help.Ji Yusheng thought with his head down.

"But there is another troublesome thing." Song Shihe looked at Ji Yusheng who lowered his head and suddenly said again.

Ji Yusheng raised his head, a little puzzled.

"Um?"

"I thought maybe you could help me."

Hearing Song Shihe's words, Ji Yusheng's eyes instantly glowed, like a colorful oil painting that had just been filled in.

"I don't have much inspiration for writing poetry recently."

"Huh?" Ji Yusheng immediately became a little anxious. From his husband's letter, he understood that inspiration is to poets like water is to fish. It is difficult to survive, and the world in his eyes will lose its luster.There are also many poets who suffer from depression because of lack of inspiration, and even hurt themselves more seriously.Moreover, poets who are full of inspiration suddenly lose their inspiration usually because of what happened. Has Song Shihe encountered anything recently?

Seeing that Ji Yusheng became anxious, even more anxious than himself, he picked the hair on Ji Yusheng's forehead and said with a smile:

"Nothing happened, don't worry. It's just because editing the textbook is a bit too tiring."

"Don't be anxious, calm down, look at the world, the grass under your feet, the sunset in the sky."

Song Shihe's voice was like a quiet and gentle piano piece, which made Ji Yusheng calm down.

After Ji Yusheng calmed down, the activities of things around him seemed to amplify.Half of the sunset in front of my eyes has already hidden in the mountains and forests, and the other half stays in the sky to keep the light.But after thinking about it, it's not necessarily to persuade him to stay.

"The setting sun is not necessarily keeping the light." Ji Yusheng said out loud.

"The sun goes down,"

Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng looked at each other, seeing the inspiration surging and resonating in his eyes, he replied with a smile.

"The moon is rising."

"It's precipitation."

"It's metamorphosis."

They looked at each other and smiled, and when the sun set, there were not only regrets and sighs, but also the first moon after the setting sun, which was precipitation, sublimation, and transformation.

The sunset light kept swirling in Song Shihe's smiling eyes as he looked at him, Ji Yusheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly picked up his schoolbag.

"I'm leaving first!" After saying that, he turned and left with his schoolbag in his arms.

"Shengsheng!" He had only walked a few steps before Song Shihe called him from behind.

He turned his head, the sunset light was too dazzling, he couldn't see Song Shihe's expression clearly.

"Thank you, because I met you, the stars are like the sun, and the night is also full of light, everything becomes full of vitality, and I become happier day by day."

"I'm not good at words, but I hope you understand."

"I'm really, really lucky to know you, and I'm really, really happy."

The setting sun moved an inch away, and Ji Yusheng could see Song Shihe's expression clearly. It was an expression he had never seen before, full of excitement and deep love that could not be concealed.

Only today did he know that Song Shihe could lie. He said that he was not good at words, but the words he said were all blooming roses, bright and beautiful, which made people's hearts flutter.