C8 Who in My Heart Would Understand

I clearly remember, although those past events have passed, but that beautiful and romantic time, how can I forget it …

The few of us enjoyed the beautiful winter scenery in the courtyard. Although it was winter, the courtyard had quite a scenery, and did not seem desolate or lonely at all. There was an emerald green bamboo, a budding plum, a decadent banana in the winter snow, and an everlasting youth who had cut an inch in the winter and summer …

As I looked around at these sights, I felt a sense of freshness wash over me. The winter sun lazily climbed up to the corner of the roof. We all knew that the winter morning was very short. The misty milky white winter fog had yet to be completely dispersed, but it was already close to ten o'clock. The faintly discernible smoke floated back and forth in the courtyard, wrapping around everyone's body along with the hot sunlight. The weather had become clear and the temperature had obviously increased.

The agile and witty Cao Fei was jumping up and down on the edge of a garden more than a meter high. He was as agile as a kangaroo; the dignified and elegant Zhao Mengxuan was talking with Zhu Tongxin beside a few La Plum trees, and of course her little sister, Tong Yu, was standing beside them.

"How about we just do some couplets outside?" Sirion said to me.

"Of course, look at how good the sun is today, but it's getting late, let's just play," I replied. We both knew that the winter sun was always in a hurry.

"Yes, we should all relax. Why be so serious? Originally, we couldn't do those profound ancient poems. This poetry club is really getting worse with each generation!" Shi Liang sighed. "If this goes on, there will really be no one else coming after us!"

"Then, let me go to the house and move a table. The sun outside is much better, and the house is damp and cold." Ai Zheng was a taciturn person, but he had always been diligent. Since he was in the same class as Shi Liang, Shi Jian seemed to know that his family wasn't that good.

Ai Zheng did not know why, because Old Man Sirius had helped him without a sound. This made him feel embarrassed, because he did not know how Sirius knew he was in trouble. He had never told Sirius of any difficulties, but they were always timely.

Hearing that Ai Zheng wanted to move the tables, Cao Fei flew over to help. I'll go inside and get the bench.

"Today, we will enjoy this beautiful scenery in this courtyard, while reciting poems and painting. Princess, what do you think?" At this moment, the three girls had just walked up to Shi Liang, who was looking at the beauties with an unnoticeable brilliance in his eyes. "I admit this, Sirius really does have a pair of superb poems.

"Today, I'll only be a spectator. I've seen your talent performance. You're both a poet and a painter. I don't know how to do that," Zhu Tongyu said with a laugh. Zhao Mengxuan and Zhu Tong also smiled inwardly.

"Yes, yes. My little sister spoke on my behalf …" As Zhao Mengxuan spoke, she pulled Zhu Tongyu closer to her chest and held her shoulders.

"That's right, that's right! I've joined them as well!" Zhu Tong smiled bashfully. The three girls made Sirius feel rather awkward.

"Look, look. Ever since this little beauty broke our solid alliance, what do you think we should do? "How should we punish her?" Shi Liang asked helplessly. He shifted his gaze to Zhao Mengxuan. Zhao Mengxuan's exaggerated curves made every boy's heart throb.

"Don't say it like that. She's our bodyguard. I think we should punish you first." Zhao Mengxuan was a bit brazen as she met Shi Liang's fiery eyes.

"You are truly my good sister. However, we should still give him a bit of face and join them. Otherwise, he will be very boring right?" Tongyu's transformation was really quick. She giggled and said, "Look, this big brother is begging you!"

"It's enough, it's enough. No one is allowed to cause any more trouble. I see that the three of you are going against the four of us in the poetry competition. If it doesn't match, then we will lose, alright?" I said.

"What? You three, we four, it's all thanks to you men!" Zhu Tongyu curled her lips and said, "No way!"

"Then what should we do? We'll give you Yukun!" Shi Liang said. "Why don't you find a sister for us to fight one on one?"

"What? Why didn't you come here to recommend yourself? I think that the honest Sirius is very bad." I felt a spasm pass over me. Why did Sirius say that? It made me unable to reply. Everyone covered their mouths and laughed. Tongxin and I were a little embarrassed, but we didn't let them see it, so we just glanced at each other and didn't say anything.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. No one is allowed to not participate, isn't that what you're playing at? "No demons or gods," the honest Ai Zheng replied.

"Today's weather is so good. We'll have a simple match in this courtyard. The sun in this courtyard is already very good, and it's getting late …" Shi Liang gestured for everyone to be quiet. He looked at Zhao Mengxuan. This girl, whenever she was so quiet and beautiful, was never as crazy as the other girls, and I think Sirius might really like her, as if she had a flame that could burn him.

"It looks like we won't be able to escape today," Zhao Mengxuan said to Tongxin and Tongyu.

"Who's afraid of who?" "What's the big deal?" Tongyu was so generous that she was a little dismissive. Even her sister was puzzled. What's wrong with girls these days? They're not afraid of anything. Zhao Mengxuan was truly impressed.

"This isn't my forte. I just want to watch the show." Cao Fei took a step back and said.

"What, you want to be a deserter?!" "Truly rotten wood that cannot be carved. No, no!" Ai Zheng said.

"Don't be so serious, it's just a game. As long as we meet each other, then it's fine. We're not some poets. Playing around is better than being bored at home." Let me explain to you that, to be honest, apart from Sirius, we are just pretending to be artistic.

"I won't either. Since that's the case, I can only try to gather some information." Zhao Mengxuan said modestly.

"Let's do it like this, but don't be offended, all is fine." Zhu Tong said in her heart.

'Okay, don't earn anymore money, let's start with today's weather as the topic, snow, fog, river, weeping willow, lamberry, winter bamboo, and so on. 'Shi Liang started with the proposition, and after listening to Tongxin's words, Shi Liang really didn't want to paint anymore, which made me feel a little regretful, I know that his painting is also not bad.

"Snow, mist, winter bamboo, and balsam, what a Chinese painting," said a lanky boy in a black down jacket, sunglasses, and fashionable snowshoes, standing in front of us. He carried a portfolio on his back and a easel in his hand.

Oh, Jitian, why did you think of coming here? How did you find him? "Cao Fei was a little excited, he walked two steps forward and said," Let me introduce to everyone. This is Huang Jitian, a genius in painting who has won many awards.

In addition, the art major in our school is also famous in the sea. Sirius and Sirius's elder brother both came from here to the country, and the 'Clear Wind Poetry Club' is also famous throughout the country!

I think this Huang Jitian might have come due to admiration, but I don't know anything about painting …

"Of course, of course, welcome, welcome," almost in unison, and I was a little surprised and puzzled. How did 'Huang San Legs' know this place? It seems like I won't be in a good mood today. I don't know where my prejudice came from. Maybe I'm a bit biased. But I went up to him and shook his hand.

"Thank you, thank you. I came here because of my name. I have long heard of this place and I know that there is a 'Clear Wind Poetry Club' in our hometown. Knowing the arts major in our school, these are all extraordinary! Seeing this today, I can see that you are indeed worthy. I am even more fortunate to be able to meet with you all. Huang Jitian said sincerely.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses on a telephone pole? You can't become a national treasure just like this — you don't look like a panda, you don't look fat or thin, it doesn't matter. Didn't you see me? "Why don't you greet me?" Huang Jitian was shocked when he saw Tongyu walk over to take off Huang Jitian's glasses.

"Oh, why are you here? It's Tong Yu, I really didn't see it. Maybe it's really too bright. I was wondering why there was such an enchanting aura, so it turns out our great beauty is here …" As he spoke, he even used his hand to pull Tong Yu's hand. I saw him gently stroke his little white jade hand.

I really wanted to vomit, I wanted to beat him up. The moment this idea appeared in my mind, I felt my heart go numb, as if something stretched out. Then I saw Huang Jitian suddenly stagger, as if he was going to fall down. Fortunately, Shi Liang was able to support him.

"What's wrong, what's wrong …" He looked around in surprise. "Are you unconscious?"

"Nothing, nothing …" I saw that his hand was still holding Zhu Tongyu's hand, and he didn't seem to want to let go. Seeing this, I'm sure no one isn't shivering. I really don't know when they realized it.

"Wash your hands?" Zhu Tongyu quickly shook off his hand with all her might, and her rosy face unexpectedly had some dignity to it. This makes me a little proud, your pig's hand is fit to stroke such a pure snow lotus! I cursed in my heart!

When I heard this, I was secretly happy. This yellow stick was really unlucky today. It almost fell down and was smashed to smithereens once more. However, I said in unison, "I'm here because I love art, and I'm friends with everyone. There's no need to be polite, no need to be polite."

"It's like this. Our couplet game is about to begin. Are you going to join us?" Sirius said.

"Of course I'll join you guys, but I think I should use my painting if you use your poems," Huang Jitian said.

"Then use your painting to express your artistic conception. This is also a different way to go about it," said Shi Liang.

"Alright, but it's not that our first meeting was in vain that your painting should respond to today's theme. "Then who will make the first sentence," said Ai Zheng.

"Then let's draw lots, and we'll have an order, so that no one is glib enough," I added.

At this time, there were already seven numbers written by Zhao Mengxuan. Zhu Tong covered her heart with her hands and shook them in her hands before placing them on the table.

I had been watching her, and now her hands and cheeks were white and rosy as the petals of a newly bloomed lotus flower, and her slender, graceful posture was like that of a fairy descending from heaven. I watched her graceful movements, and I imagined how she was like a pruned plum, quivering in the transparent sunlight, and how the faint fragrance filled the air, which really moved me.