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It took Ji Yusheng a while to calm down, and then he got up and turned on the computer to write an email and send it to Shi Yu.

Before pressing the send button, Ji Yusheng silently made a wish in his heart,

"Shi Yu must reply."

With the help of my friend's two wings of anxiety and worry, the email finally landed safely in Shi Yu's mailbox.

It is said that literature is a personal expression. This episode did make Ji Yusheng encounter some difficulties when writing poems. The brilliant creative flowers that bloomed because of the endless inspiration that day have all become drawn poems. Dried flowers that take away moisture, leaving only the outer shell but losing everything inside.

But fortunately, Ji Yusheng received the letter from his husband. Although it was a long time late, it was a very long letter, and one could see the sender's intentions with just a slight scan.

The beginning of the letter is still as familiar as ever, "Sheng Sheng, seeing words is like meeting you.".

"I'm really sorry for the late reply due to busy business, please accept my apology."

"Recently I've been happily busy. I never thought that being busy and tired can be happy, but it's true recently. The happiest thing every day is to look at the butterflies flying outside the window after I'm busy. I feel that being busy is like a butterfly picking honey , the busy posture is probably also beautiful.”

"When I came to a new city, I was always flustered, anxious, and unable to sleep at night, but fortunately I met a friend. It is not so much a new friend as an old friend who has been reunited for a long time. In the friend's With my company, I am very used to life here now..."

"In addition, I recently solved a problem that has troubled me for a long time. I brought some poems written in my hometown and wanted to publish them here, but they were rejected by the bookstore. Don't be afraid to say that I am stubborn. I will not give up after rejecting the manuscript. , revised dozens of times and continued to deliver, the bookstore finally agreed to publish recently. Every time the manuscript is rejected and received severe criticism, I am always disappointed, but I want to try again, try again a little bit, and stick to it Yes. Although I was criticized by my family for being too stubborn, I was glad that I was a stubborn person when I received the reply from the bookstore agreeing to publish it.”

After reading the experience shared by Mr. Ji Yusheng, the first thing Ji Yusheng thought was what's wrong with being stubborn about what he likes. Then he thought of himself, and was immediately inspired. He said to himself in his heart: "Persist for a while Bar."

The husband finally asked in the letter, "I don't know how Shengsheng is doing recently? How is the class going? Did you have regular meals and breaks during the busy school? Did you encounter any novel things? Looking forward to receiving your reply."

Ji Yusheng was very excited because he received a letter from his husband after a long time. He felt his hands trembling slightly when he was dotting ink with a pen. to the table.

"It's been a long time since I received a letter from my husband. I'm very happy. I was worried that my husband might encounter some difficulties, but now I'm relieved to know that everything is going well. I understand that it's a busy time in a new city, so it doesn't matter. My husband is here. Just reply when you have free time, please don’t feel pressured.”

"Recently, the art class talked about oriental classical paintings. Compared with western oil paintings, oriental paintings may not have such high visual effects, but I seem to be particularly interested in oriental paintings, because every stroke of the painter, even Every blank space is telling something, and it has a unique meaning. I always feel that the beauty of the East is not indifferent, high above, but always embracing life, embracing me. When looking at Oriental paintings, it seems like Tasting scented tea..."

"In addition, there is one more thing I want to share with my husband. Recently, I mustered up the courage to participate in a poetry writing competition. Although I was very worried that I would make a fool of myself, with the encouragement of my friends and the influence of my husband, I still wanted to try it. try..."

In the end, Ji Yusheng also confided his troubles to his husband.

For some reason, when replying to the letter, Ji Yusheng planned to share the details of the poetry writing competition with his husband, but he unconsciously sorted out the development and context of the poem. Remembering that his husband mentioned poetry collections in his letter, he went to find some old poems written by Mr. The poems sent to him, through the analysis of the structure and imagery in the poems of Mr., completed the first draft of the poems with the theme of winter.

This is the blessing from Mr. with the letter. After all, Mr. seems to be linked to good things all the time, as if he can put wings on good things and let them fly towards others, Ji Yusheng thought so after putting the letter in the envelope.

After a few days of thinking and revising, Ji Yusheng finally submitted his poem before the deadline of the competition, and the result of the competition came out soon. Minto won the Excellent Award, and he and all the winners will present the prize at the poetry competition At the ceremony, after the evaluation of the guests, they briefly shared their creative inspiration.

Ji Yusheng arrived at the lecture hall of the awards ceremony earlier, but dozens of guests and classmates had already arrived. As soon as he sat down, he heard Minto's loud voice from the door, "Professor Song! You have seen my work." Is it?", Ji Yusheng raised his head after putting down his backpack, and saw Mingtuo shouting to Song Shihe while trotting from the door.

I saw Song Shihe nodded to him with a smile, and said something, but because he was a little far away, Ji Yusheng couldn't hear him clearly.He didn't come to this awards ceremony to win awards, he just wanted to learn from Cheng Yanbai and Song Shihe's appreciation for his classmates, but he suddenly regretted coming here, because compared to Minto, he really seemed too untalented And sucks.

Just as he was thinking this way, Ming Tuo stretched out his hand to hug Song Shihe's hand, Ji Yusheng's heart tightened for some reason, and when he was about to call Song Shihe impulsively, Song Shihe politely moved his hand away and said with a smile After a few words, he pointed to the empty seat and said something.The end of Minto's eyes instantly drooped slightly like a willow tree, his face showed a look of disappointment, and his golden hair seemed to lose its luster because of it.Ji Yusheng looked at Song Shihe after Mingtuo turned and left, but he found that Song Shihe was already looking at him.

"Shengsheng, good afternoon." Song Shihe waved his hand and mouthed to him, because there were many classmates present, Ji Yusheng was a little embarrassed to shout out, so he nodded to him and looked away.As soon as Ji Yusheng looked away, he caught the moment when Minto looked at him expressionlessly. There seemed to be a trace of hostility in his eyes, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity in the jungle.As soon as Ming Tuo saw Ji Yusheng looking at him, he immediately stretched his facial features and greeted him kindly with a smile. Ji Yusheng nodded in embarrassment in response.

"Next, I would like to invite the excellent award student Ming Tuo to come to the stage to explain the creative inspiration, welcome."

After the host finished speaking, the projector behind him projected Minto's works.

"snow"

snow

on hot skin

won't evaporate

Moaning and exhaling drops of water

but can't become fog

Turn silk into transparent

never took off

Tossing and turning in the heat wave

but soaked in the sea

all snow

...

"Ms. Cheng, Professor Song, professors and students, I am Mingto. The theme of my poem is a crazy sexual intercourse in winter, which is the fusion of snow and fire. From "falling in the hot The plural sentence starting with the sentence "on the skin" is the fire born of desire, and the singular sentence starting with the sentence "but it will not evaporate" is the snow in winter. The reason for writing this is because I think winter is very hindering people from releasing desire In winter, people are separated by many things, such as heavy clothes and cold snow, so the snow also turns into blood, which means that people sacrifice many opportunities for activities in winter..."

Listening to Ming Tuo's sharing, Ji Yusheng couldn't help looking at Song Shihe who was sitting in the front row, because Song Shihe's back was facing him, so he didn't know what Song Shihe's expression was now.Is it appreciation?No, Mr. Song probably doesn't like works of this kind of subject very much.But it is undeniable that Ming Tuo is a talented person, and Song Shihe will appreciate him to some extent.

Although I know that the decadent faction is in charge in the poetry circle in City X, and what people pursue is desire, and I mentioned in the previous chat with Song Shihe that the poets in City X pursue the ultimate indulgence of human nature, so I had expected the result, but at the time When he watched Song Shihe on the stage presenting awards to others, and listened carefully to others' sharing, he really hoped that he had the ability to win the award, and he could stand on the stage and share his and Mr. Song's inspiration loudly to everyone, of course the most important thing What's more, I hope that Mr. Song can hear it, thank him, and not let him down.

Although he did not win the award, he still learned a lot after listening to Cheng Yanbai and Song Shihe's appreciation and analysis of different works.After the awards ceremony, Ji Yusheng thought that Mingtuo would definitely pester Song Shihe, so he left disappointed.Unexpectedly, when he was about to reach the door, he was stopped by someone.

"Shengsheng."

Ji Yusheng turned his head and found Song Shihe looking at him with bright smiling eyes.Seeing that Mingtuo was not entangled with Song Shihe, Ji Yusheng turned his head and looked in front of the podium, and found that there were many people around Cheng Yanbai, and Mingtuo was in the center, holding Cheng Yanbai's hand, putting his face very close, using his most beautiful A bright smile looked at him affectionately.After a while, he whispered something into Cheng Yanbai's ear, Cheng Yanbai not only didn't need to back away, but instead looked at him deeply, all kinds of thoughts flitted through his eyes like a flock of gulls crossing the sea.

Isn't Cheng Yanbo sometimes depressed?Why did you let someone else hold his arm so intimately?

Just when Ji Yusheng was still feeling strange because of this, Song Shihe's words made him no longer think about other people's feelings, because Song Shihe asked him in a low voice:

"Is your work the song "Snow Night"?"

Ji Yusheng opened his eyes wide and looked at Song Shihe in amazement. The works are all anonymous when they are judged and corrected. How did Song Shihe guess right?

Seeing the surprised expression, Song Shihe knew in his heart that he had guessed right. He smiled happily and said:

"I knew it was you. When I read that poem, all I could think of was you, you were calling for the first snow, you were making a snowman, you were making a fire. I knew it was you, and I was pretty sure it was you."

Listening to Song Shihe's determined tone, Ji Yusheng always felt as if no matter how crowded the crowd was, how many times the rain washed away his footprints, and how many villains wiped his existence away, Song Shihe would still recognize where he was.

At this moment, Ji Yusheng also suddenly wanted to tell Song Shihe that he could do it too. He believed that he could also recognize Song Shihe in the vast crowd, because Mr. Song and his poems were unique and the only ones that could shake him.

"Mr. Song one by one"

Before Ji Yusheng could respond, students from the Poetry Institute suddenly interrupted their conversation, "Professor Song, can we take a photo with the winners?".

Song Shihe nodded to his classmates standing on the stage, and then said apologetically to Ji Yusheng who was about to say something:

"Sorry, I'll take a group photo first."

At a loss, Ji Yusheng put his hands behind his back to support his backpack and said, "It's okay, Mr. Song, you should do your work first."

Fortunately, the students from the academy interrupted their conversation, allowing me more time to think about how to respond. Apart from my heart beating fast when I heard Song Shihe's words, I also wanted to tell Mr. Song.

Song Shihe nodded and said yes, walked a few steps and hesitated for a while, then took a few steps back and said to Ji Yusheng:

"Shengsheng,"

"Huh?" Seeing Song Shihe turning back again, Ji Yusheng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, responded in a panic.

"Share your poem with me next time, I want to hear you read it to me." Song Shihe's tone was so excited that Ji Yusheng instinctively agreed.There was another urging voice from the stage, and when Song Shihe hurried past Ji Yusheng, he left a word in his ear.

"I look forward to meeting your winter."

But just as Ji Yusheng walked out of the door, he was stopped again, but this time the voice was timid and full of uncertainty.

"Yusheng?"

Before turning his head, Ji Yusheng can at least be sure that it is not Song Shihe, because Mr. Song always has bad habits, he likes to call Shengsheng, and he also likes to lengthen the first one and lighten the second one, as if he can always predict that he will hear it again Turning back during the first life, and then looking at Song Shihe calling for the second life, it is like connecting the first half of life and the second half of life, the first half of life is calling, and the second half of life is companionship.

"Zhang Shu...?" After Ji Yusheng turned his head, his eyes showed surprise and panic. When he called out his name, he clearly heard his own voice trembling as if he had been hit by frost and snow in winter.

The middle school days that I dare not recall were instantly slapped to the shore with shells and debris. Ji Yusheng spent four years to calm down his embarrassing escape and was brought to his eyes in an instant.

Ji Yusheng always felt that he was the only betrayer, so he could only escape in embarrassment.

"Yusheng! It's really you!" The closer the man ran to him, Ji Yusheng felt himself trembling faster and faster, and his heart seemed to be hanging on a steel wire suddenly. He just wanted to run away, but he couldn't move. open pace.

Maybe in the bottom of his heart, he still wants to see them back. After all, he has struggled together like that before, after all, he once stood on the top of the mountain together and shouted towards the raging sea. It would be unrealistic to laugh at each other, after all, only they shed tears but never backed down.

But now he seems to be branded as a betrayer, he is the only one among a group of friends who has not fulfilled any of his original wishes.

Memories bound him, so even though he didn't want to, he turned around and ran away, leaving the people behind him shouting his name in a panic.He ran into the abyss of memory, but the person standing at the entrance of the cave wanted to hold him but it was too late.

Song Shihe was thoughtful after seeing this scene on stage.After taking the photo, he stepped off the stage, approached the classmate through the crowd, patted the classmate on the shoulder and said:

"Hello, can we talk for a while?"

The man froze for a moment, and then Song Shihe said something, and the man nodded and agreed.

After returning home, Ji Yusheng couldn't calm down about this sudden reunion for a long time, and couldn't find anyone to talk to, so he got up in the middle of the night and wrote to his husband to relieve his inner troubles.Under the orange desk lamp, Ji Yusheng pulled out a piece of letter paper from the drawer.

"Sir, do you think people may be able to cross the past?"

"I didn't do what I swore at the beginning, but I drove away my good words. My friends will always blame me. I don't have the face to see them anymore."

"Don't say goodbye because of embarrassment, it's more annoying, isn't it?"

Thinking of what happened back then, writing like this, tears mixed with pen and ink, Ji Yusheng fell on the table and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"If a person made a mistake in the past because of cowardice, and abandoned his ideals and friends who have always supported him, is there any chance to find them?"