Lady of Rebirth

"Sister Mo, go ahead and do your work. You don't have to accompany me. I can play alone. There is a fishing rod over there. I'll go fishing." When Zhong Ming said this, he kept his head down, not daring to look at Su Zimo. , After finishing talking, get up and leave.

Su Zimo called to her: "Ming'er, wait a minute." Then he walked around in front of her, faced her face to face, looked at Zhong Ming, and said firmly, "You are avoiding me on purpose."

Zhong Ming met her eyes, avoided it for a moment, kicked the pebbles on the ground and said, "I don't have it."

"Is it because of what I said that day?" Su Zimo asked.

The panic flashed away, and Zhong Ming whispered: "Of course not, I forgot about that day." And her appearance clearly told Su Zimo that she was insincere.

I just heard Su Zimo say: "I guess it's the same. I knew you were acting on a whim, so I didn't take it to heart. We are still the same as before. I don't like you being evasive to me."

Zhong Ming didn't know whether to be happy or sad when he heard this. The happy thing was that Su Zimo was not unfamiliar with her, and the sad thing was that Su Zimo really didn't have any other thoughts about her. After nine turns, he pretended to be fine and agreed: "Well, it's still the same as before." But with an indescribable sense of loss.

Su Zimo picked up the fishing rod, picked up the wooden barrel, and said, "Come on, I'll go fishing with you." He also took the lead to walk to the water's edge.

Zhong Ming had no choice but to follow behind, not even giving Su Zimo a chance to be sad alone, seeing that Su Zimo was going to put on the bait, he quickly said: "The bait is fishy, ​​let me do it, your hand still needs to write. "

Su Zimo didn't argue with her, and sat down on another big rock with his legs bent, arms hugging his knees, turned his head to look at Zhong Ming, who was putting on the bait, and saw her pair of white and slender hands deftly putting the bait on. On the hook, after throwing the pole, he sat upright and stared at the water surface. It was the first time that Su Zimo saw Zhong Ming working seriously. He was completely different from his usual frizz. Even the scenery was overshadowed by his excellent appearance. Su Zimo rested his chin on one hand and looked at Zhong Ming thoughtfully.

Zhong Ming just stared at the float, not knowing that Su Zimo was sizing her up. Zhong Ming was surprisingly focused when fishing. In Song Wenshu's words, if Zhong Ming put his fishing focus on reading and writing, he might be able to pass the No. [-] exam Yes, Zhong Ming can catch fish for an afternoon without getting bored, which is really rare given her temperament.

The water-cooled fish were all hidden at the bottom of the water, and Zhong Ming caught one when it was full of incense sticks. After catching it, he only raised his lips, put the fish into the bucket, and continued with the next shot. Don't disturb her, just watch quietly.

After Shao Shirong wrote three poems, she looked up and found that Zhong Ming and Su Zimo were no longer in the pavilion. Of course she knew Zhong Ming's hobby, and when she found the river, she saw Zhong Ming fishing on the opposite side, and Su Zimo was sitting beside her to accompany her Although they were not seen joking, this scene was enough to make Shao Shirong feel jealous, because when Zhong Ming was fishing, he never let anyone approach him.

The float sank, and Zhong Ming wanted to pull the rod with joy in his heart, when he suddenly heard a voice: "So you are here!" When the line was pulled up, there was only an empty hook, and Zhong Ming's mood can be imagined, turning his head, staring at Shao Shirong with gloomy eyes Shao Shirong couldn't help but shudder because he could kill people.

Su Zimo pushed Zhong Ming's shoulder, and said angrily, "Why do you scare Miss Shao by acting like you want to eat people?"

Shao Shirong pretended to be indifferent, and said, "I'm not that hopeless. I just want to scare away a fish. Later, I'll buy ten catties and send it to Zhongfu." She glanced at the little fish swimming happily in the bucket , and said, "Guaranteed to be bigger than what you caught."

Zhong Ming took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "Today, for the sake of Sister Mo, I won't argue with you. If there is a next time, I will never end with you." Eight fish were poured into the water again. She fished only to enjoy the fishing process, not to stew the soup, and it didn't matter the size of the fish. She picked up the fishing rod, carried the empty bucket, and passed by Shao Shirong .

Su Zimo could see it clearly, and didn't say anything, he just said to Shao Shirong: "Ming'er has such a temper, don't take it to heart."

Of course Shao Shirong knew what kind of temper Zhong Ming had. Although Zhong Ming had quarreled with her in the past, she seldom spoke ill of each other, and occasionally she could talk calmly, otherwise she would not be reluctant to let go. Since she had Su Zimo, Zhong Ming It seems that I started to hate her, so I didn't say a word to her. No matter how good-tempered she is, she still has patience. She didn't want to hide anything in front of Su Zimo, and said in a bad tone: "I have known Zhong Ming since we were young. What is your temper, I know better than you." The implication is that you don't need to talk too much.

Su Zimo could hear the hostility in his words, so he was not annoyed, he just smiled, said nothing, and left with Shi Shi.

Shao Shirong's fist seemed to be hitting the cotton, and she couldn't exert all her strength, she was really aggrieved, could this be what attracted Zhong Ming?

The sand in the funnel is almost exhausted. Most people have finished writing poems as required. Some have good inspiration and write seven or eight poems in one breath. Follow the pen, Shao Shirong doesn't believe that she can compose three poems in one stick of incense, unless she is Cao Zhi who can compose a poem in seven steps, Shao Shirong folded her arms and planned to watch a good show.

Unexpectedly, after Su Zimo found the pen and paper, he handed it to Zhong Ming and said, "Let me tell you to write, so as not to make people laugh and say that you are only here to eat and drink."

Zhong Ming was startled, she looked around, and then whispered to Su Zimo: "I was lying when I said I could not read, but my handwriting is very ugly, and I may not be able to read some characters. Commenting on calligraphy and painting in your home, I lied to you with nonsense, I don’t understand at all, I can’t embarrass you.”

Su Zimo said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will pick up the words you know and say, it doesn't matter if the words are not good-looking, as long as you write carefully."

Zhong Ming still hesitated, "Really?"

Su Zimo nodded, "I say yes."

Being so affirmed by Su Zimo, let alone writing, even if she was asked to do more difficult things, she would not frown, scooped up her sleeves, and said, "Okay, then I will try."

Seeing her standing there stiffly, Su Zimo didn't want to write in that posture, but wanted to fight with someone, smiled, moved a stool for her to sit down, and said softly: "Don't be nervous, write whatever you want, write Alright, I'll take it back and frame it and hang it up."

Zhong Ming became more stressed, showing an ugly smile, "This joke is not funny at all."

Su Zimo stopped talking, pondered for a moment, and read leisurely: "In the evening, the rain falls on a pool of autumn, and in the evening, the wind blows towards the eternal sorrow. Not tired of floating life is only a dream, and I want to live for half a lifetime but have no love. A frown, a smile, a sadness, a lifelong obsession Drunk for the rest of my life. One breath, one sigh, reincarnation, every inch of lovesickness, every inch of gray..."

There were already many spectators around them, and they were all amazed. Not only were the three poems completed in one go, but each sentence was extremely beautiful, which made people have endless aftertaste. Some people muttered in private, when did Cangtong Town produce such a talented and beautiful woman.

Although Zhong Ming didn't know much about poetry, he had read a lot after all. He said he could sing even if he didn't know how to compose poetry. Coupled with the exaggerated expressions of the onlookers, he knew that Su Zimo must have written very well, so he felt complacent.

Shao Shirong obviously underestimated Su Zimo, looking back at the poem he wrote with all his heart, he tore it to pieces bitterly.

Su Zimo didn't write poems for the purpose of winning the championship. She picked up Zhongming's calligraphy. Although the calligraphy was not beautiful, it was neat.

Mr. Jiang wanted to keep Su Zimo's poems, but saw her fold them a few times and put them in her cuffs. Su Zimo said with a smile: "I'm just joining in the fun, please don't count me in, so I won't disturb everyone." It's gone." After speaking, he dragged Zhong Ming's hand and walked out of the gazebo.

Zhong Ming also didn't want to see all the men staring at Su Zimo with lecherous eyes, and said, "I'll buy you a better and more expensive inkstone than theirs later."

Su Zimo shook his head and said, "I write poetry just like you do fishing."

Zhong Ming remembered that Shao Shirong scared her fish away just now, but said he wanted to buy fish for her. It turned out that she also misunderstood what Su Zimo meant and stuck out her tongue secretly.

The poetry meeting was not over yet, so it was not good to leave halfway, so Su Zimo proposed to take a stroll in the garden. Zhong Ming naturally agreed, and the two walked in front, but they didn't know that Shao Shirong had been following them from afar, watching them walking on the treetop. When he was on the bridge, he suddenly felt evil, rushed forward and slammed into Su Zimo, and heard a "plop", Su Zimo fell into the water...

The author has something to say: Note, the poems in this article come from "Qijue".

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