Qinghan, a girl in white dress, asked, "What's wrong with Sister Cat?"

"You look at your phone and the records." Duan Hong said.

Qing Han, a girl in white dress, took out her cell phone and flipped it upwards.

The first thing Qinghan saw was the song "The Farest Distance in the World" published by "Li Zhexian".

After reading it, a little surprise appeared in her clear eyes.

This person named "Li Zhexian" is very literary, not inferior to her at all, and is even a little stronger than her.

"The farthest distance in the world is the distance between birds and fish, one soars in the sky, the other dives deep into the sea."

Even though Qing Han hadn't had such an experience, he felt a little slight trance and resonance after reading it.

The most important feature of excellent modern poetry is its rich emotions and a sense of substitution that can be understood at a glance.

Birds and fish are easy to understand and very substitute.

Afterwards, Qinghan saw the conversation between Duan Hong and Li Zhexian, and she felt relieved.

No wonder Sister Mao was unwilling to commit suicide. It turned out that this man named Li Zhexian had already untied the knot for Sister Mao.

But Sister Mao’s heart knot was untied, who would come to untickle her Qing Han’s heart knot?

Qinghan's expression was still melancholy.

She continued to look down at the dialogue record between Sister Mao and Li Zhexian.

[Now I can't persuade you, because no matter whether you are asking you to persist and work hard or giving up, it is meaningless and useless, and no one can empathize with you.]

[I can tell you only one sentence...or it can be said, it is a poem.]

【Winter has come, is spring still far away?】

These are the last three sentences Li Zhexian said.

And when I saw the last sentence [Winter has come, is spring still far away?], scenes of my father and mother appeared in Qinghan's mind.

The mother was catching the rape and then questioning. The two of them angrily filed for divorce. The mother stabbed her father with a knife...

All of this is played back in my mind like a movie.

"Even if I am in the summer of July now, I still feel that it has passed the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month."

"But, winter is coming, will spring be far away?"

Qing Han also muttered this sentence in his mouth.

Her eyes moved away from the screen of her phone and looked at the beautiful neon lights of the city.

Her mind was once a beautiful childhood and a beautiful expectation for the future.

She once said that she wanted to be one of the greatest poets in Dongzhou;

She once said that she wanted to be one of the most romantic poets in the world;

She once said that she wanted to travel the whole world, taste the delicious food from all over the world, and see the beautiful scenery of the world;

She once said...

She has said a lot, and there are too many beautiful expectations that have not been completed.

"Is spring far away?"

Qinghan murmured again, and two drops of clear tears fell from her eyes.

"Li Xianxian, Li Xianxian."

"Do you know that the exiled immortal describes those people with superb talents, pure and unrestrained people."

"Only people like Qu Yuan, Dongfang Shuo'er and others are qualified to be called exiled immortals."

"But I like this short poem you wrote very much."

"Li Zhexian, I remember your name."

Qinghan murmured to himself.

She had no strong desire to commit suicide, and now this poem solved her confusion, made her realize that spring is coming, and saw a bright future that she could expect.

"Okay, we won't commit suicide."

"Is spring far? Spring is not far away."

"Sister Cat, let's work together."

Qing Han said softly, the long-standing depressed voice had been relieved a lot at this moment, and it had gradually smelled of the sunshine once again.

After saying that, Qinghan entered another line of text in the dialog box of his mobile phone.

"Winter is here, will spring be far away? Thank you, Li Zhexian. Like Sister Mao, I will never commit suicide easily. I will always remember your name."

...

When I saw the message from Qinghan and the cat who was alone in Dongzhou.

All 30,000 people in the entire East Overseas breathed a sigh of relief.

The ban originally set by the administrator has also been lifted.

After the release, messages burst out like bombardment.

"Li Xian is awesome, and two poems save two suicide girls."

"It's so strong! Not to mention anything else, the song "The Farest Distance" really made me cry. It turns out that there are such beautiful poems in this world."

"I was actually not interested in poetry and books, but I saw someone committing suicide to watch. I didn't expect that I could see such a nice poem, and I instantly became very interested in poetry and books."

"Two girls, don't think about committing suicide easily in the future. Look at the last poem by Li Zhexian: Winter has come, will spring be far away?"

"I have never admired anyone in my life, but today I have to say that Li Zhexian is really awesome!"

"The Farest Distance makes people fall into deep thought, and the short poem behind makes people look forward to the future, it's so powerful."

"The most important thing is that I have never heard of these two poems. These two poems were completely created by Li Zhexian himself, which is so scary."

"Hiss! It's so terrifying!"

One person after another was commenting.

They no longer discussed the two suicide girls because they had been rescued. So the topic they discussed was all this guy named "Li Xianxian".

...

In the office of Enlightenment Poetry and Book Network.

"It's done, it's done, I'm damn, the website is saved, it's saved!" When he saw the dust of the incident, Liu Tong slapped the table excitedly, and tears almost fell from the eyes of him, a man in his thirties.

God knows how much effort he has put into this website.

All kinds of efforts were tried but it was useless. Liu Tong had already made the worst plan.

At this time, a "Li Xianxian" suddenly fell from the sky, and with two poems, he saved these two girls who were about to commit suicide.

Ordinary people really can't bear this feeling from heaven to hell, and from hell to heaven.

The operations manager and marketing manager were also breathing slightly excitedly.

Today is so thrilling.

Two girls who were about to commit suicide were broadcasting on the website live. If they really committed suicide, then the Enlightenment Poetry and Book Network was basically over.

Fortunately, the two were rescued.

"This is just the beginning! The two poems of 'Li Zhexian' made them both give up suicide. As expected, this is definitely a big news, and it will also become an opportunity for our website to rise!"

The operation manager's eyes were slightly shining, and he had already begun to think about the next step in operation and development of the website.

The marketing manager also nodded: "Yes, and this guy named 'Li Zhexian' is very powerful! The poem he wrote on the spot to save the two people is very high!"

"I suggest that you contact 'Li Zhexian' immediately and consult him about the copyright issues of these two poems. If the copyright is fine, then these two poems can participate in our essay competition this time! His poem "The Farest Distance" is definitely the best place in the essay competition."
Chapter completed!