They didn't notice my snickering and were still devoted to their recitation.

Everyone went on stage to recite the poems they prepared, and they were quite particular. After each went on stage, they prepared their own music, handed the score to the piano master, and then began to recite.

I originally thought that Yu Ling would bring me here, just listen to it casually, but unexpectedly, after a while, the middle-aged woman walked over with a smile and said something to Yu Ling. Yu Ling stood up and said to me, "You sit here for a while, it's time for me."

I was stunned, and watched her take out the manuscript from her bag, take out another score, go up and hand it to the piano master, and then stand in the center.

The piano melody began, and Yu Ling began her recitation in the eyes of everyone.

She said her title is "Love":

The first time I saw a body, when I was six years old

She lay there, so calmly, like she was sleeping

That sorrow in peace, from then on, has injected into my soul

From that time on, I knew I was dead too

I was walking on a white road, unable to hear the sound or feel the color

There is no sorrow and joy, and there is no joy, only boundless silence

I thought life might be like this

Until one day, I saw you in such blue melancholy

Like a beam of light when drowning in the deep sea

Shine into my soul

I raise the wind and horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival

The endless road is an eternal mural

Before we became human beings, we all came out of the painting.

After death, I will eventually return to the painting.

But I kowtow and bow in front of the Buddha for a long time, and will not be eternal life

Just to go back, your painting happens to be next to my painting

...

In the slightly sad piano music, Yu Ling recited her poem affectionately.

I don't know if you were written by herself or someone else's poem.

Although the previous few sentences were slightly off topic, I suddenly understood the profound connotation in her poems and shocked me a lot.

I began to feel that such a topic was too big, but after hearing it, I felt that this poem was indeed worthy of this topic.

It seemed to say all the words in my heart, those words I wanted to say to Lu Yating, but they could not express them clearly and profoundly as she did.

I did not joke anymore, nor did I listen to their poems with a joking attitude, but sat there seriously and listened to the recitations of others.

...

"How did you get into this circle?"

After the end, Yu Ling and I came out from it and I asked.

"It's nothing," said Yu Ling. "I published a few poems in a modern poetry magazine before. When they saw it, they thought it was pretty good, so they contacted me. Sometimes I was bored and would come to participate."

I was stunned and smiled, "Publish a poem? I didn't expect that you actually have this skill. Why have you never heard you say it?"

"I used to invite you to join in," Yu Ling said, "but I asked you once before, and you were very disdainful. I said that modern poetry is to master the Enter key technology, so I didn't mention it again."

I smiled, "Don't be as knowledgeable as an ignorant person as me. Did you write that poem you recite?"

"Of course." Yu Ling said, "Want to laugh at me for not being proficient in the Enter key?"

"Where," I said, "I think it's awesome, much better than the ambiguous poems written by the poets who published it."

"Forget it, just say it if you want to hurt me." Yu Ling smiled, "Actually, I know that I am not a poem anymore, it's just something in my heart that is expressed. Essays are not or poetry, but it doesn't matter. They won't laugh at me."

"But haven't you ever talked about feelings? How can you write so thoroughly?" I asked.

Yu Ling was stunned and looked at me, "Do you understand?"

"Of course I understand." I said, "At the beginning, I heard your question and felt that the hat was a bit too big, but at the end I suddenly realized that this question was the most appropriate and really good. I had a particularly deep resonance."

Yu Ling was even more surprised, even with a hint of excitement, "Can you feel the resonance?"

I didn't expect that she cared so much about my praise, and even blushed.

"Of course." I said, "It's like you are me, you can understand me very much, and you can say everything I have always wanted to say to Lu Yating thoroughly and profoundly."

Yu Ling was stunned, "Oh."

"That's why I'm curious that you have never talked about feelings, but why can you write it so unforgettable?" I said.

"Nothing." Yu Ling smiled faintly and said, "I have watched too many Korean dramas. You are right. I have never liked anyone. How can I write so touchingly? I just need to write yellow books by writing only by writing them."

I was stunned, and her tone seemed to suddenly become a little unhappy.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked hurriedly.

"It's nothing, let's go." Yu Ling said, "I have something to do, so I'll go back first by taking a taxi."

"What are you doing?" I said hurriedly, "Yu Ling, you misunderstood. My original intention is not that you should not write love poems before you have never been in love. I mean that you wrote them well."

But she didn't seem to want to listen to my explanation, waved to a car, turned around and said to me, "Okay, I know what you mean, I'm not angry, there's something else to do, I'll leave first."

After saying that, she got into the car without looking back, leaving me alone in the night with a confused look on her face.

I didn't understand why she suddenly got angry. I was just praising her without any intention of mocking her.

Of course, I wouldn't be angry with her because I knew she had always had such a temper.

There was no choice but to take a taxi and walk back.

When the car was walking on the road, I was very confused. I was not worried about Jia Zetian's revenge on me, but I just felt that there were too many troubles in life. I remembered that when I just graduated from college and started working, why didn't there be so many worries? The only worries were that there was too little money. At that time, I always felt that if I had money, worries would naturally disappear and there were only happiness. Now, there is enough money, but the worries seemed to be much more and less than before.

The car was walking, and I suddenly saw a girl coming towards the side of the road. The girl had red eyes and was crying. There were several men standing next to her. I was stunned and reacted. This girl was Zhou Xiaotong.

At this point, why did she cry on the street? What happened?
Chapter completed!