Jiang Ren thought for a while: "Worry comes from it, and it cannot be stopped."

Meng Ting: "'When he is happy with what he encounters, he is temporarily at home, and he is quick and self-sufficient, and he doesn't know that old age is coming' the previous sentence?"

Jiang Ren: "..."

Most people can react after asking the last question, and ask the previous question...

He silently started memorizing the first sentence of this article in his mind.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth: "Although he is interested in giving up all kinds of things, he is calm and restless."

He looked at her and found that she was laughing.

Under the light, her eyes were smiling and pretty. She was seventeen years old and her smile was more beautiful than the flowers blooming in thousands of trees. Meng Ting couldn't help it, and her shoulders trembled with laughter.

So stupid. Hahahaha!

Jiang Ren knew that she was laughing at herself and pinched her face gently: "Try to laugh at me again."

Meng Ting bit his lip and tried hard to hold back his smile.

When she asked him again, she deliberately took the first half of the sentence.

He indeed frowned sharp eyebrows.

He didn't say a word and took a long time to answer.

Although it was very slow, he was not wrong with ten texts.

Meng Ting was a little stunned for a moment. He really did it, and the boy's eyes were full of passion: "I've finished memorizing it, do you count the matter what you promised me?"

She doesn't lie, Meng Ting nodded.

He smiled.

"Teacher, I have memorized one more song. Do you want to listen?"

Another song?

Meng Ting went to flip, she only hooked ten of them.

He held the textbook and looked at her eyes with a smile.

"Don't you good students like to recite poetry? I'll read it to you."

The boy smiled and recited his eleventh poem.

“If I never met

Maybe the mood will never be heavy

If it really misses

I'm afraid I won't be relaxed in my life

A look

It's enough to let the hurricane pass through the sea of ​​heart."

That is Wang Guozhen's modern love poem "As long as we love each other once". The male poet's lyrics are very domineering, and Meng Ting's face turned red: "Okay, you won, okay? I will continue to teach you next week."

He smiled wildly: "What are you hiding, look at me and carry it to you."

"I don't listen!" Meng Ting felt so ashamed to hear him recite this. Her ears were red. She was afraid that he would even put them in his hands. "That's all today."

Jiang Ren laughed so hard: "Then you praise me for being so good."

Meng Ting: "Don't be more timid."

He said, "Look at my eyes."

She raised her eyes and looked at his eyes in surprise. There were so many bloodshots.

For these defunct classical Chinese, he didn't sleep well for twelve days. He was so silly that he was talking nonsense.

For the first time, she knew that something she could do was simple. How difficult it was for him.

Jiang Ren smiled lowly and said, "I want to see you soon." He is a man, so he will definitely do what he promised her.

She blinked, and for the first time she really saw the seriousness in his eyes.

Very clean and very warm.

If he endorses a irritable disorder, he will definitely feel uncomfortable these days.

Meng Ting's finger touched the pen in his pocket: "You stretch out your hand."

Jiang Ren stretched out his hand, and he lowered his eyes, and she placed an ordinary silver pen with a hero card in his hand, which also had the warmth of a girl.

She remembered the principle of encouraging poor students, and her little face was serious: "You are very awesome. This is a progress award."

He held the pen in his hand tightly and felt warm.

Like a stupid young man who can't find him.

I was coaxed by someone with a five-dollar pen that couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north.

Damn it! He felt that his blood trough was almost empty. Now it is not a problem to let him recite ten thousand chapters of the ghost "Zhihuzhe".

When Meng heard this, he leaned against the door and looked at her back.

Campus lights dotted. The night wind blew her hair, and Jiang Ren sniffed his eyes and gently sniffed the pen in his hand.

There was a trace of her fragrance.

He smiled. Once upon a time, time was very slow.

It was so slow that she smiled and praised her and she could enjoy her life.

I only love such a person in my life.

The author has something to say: Zhizhi: Brother Ren, this is a classical Chinese article provided by the friend of the reader’s little cutie. Please recite it.

Brother Ninja:...

Second update! Good night, please draw a prize in this chapter! Draw 100 red envelopes and leave a two-point message to participate in the lottery to test the European Qi. Zhizhi randomly sends it to the ducks and the European emperors!

———

I saw a meme from readers.

Reader: After Brother Ren tearing the book: "What's the preface for Lan? Fuck."

The book that was torn silently, and I will play it together. Brother Ninja: "Preface to the Orchid Collection!"

Reader on the second floor: Opening a book—

Ma Dongmei, Ma Dongmei, remember it very well.

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