Rest during class breaks in the classroom of the graduating class of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Because I am about to graduate, the classroom is very lively, and most of them are talking about the upcoming graduation, employment and job search.

In a corner of the classroom, Gu Jianqiu was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a faded coarse cloth, sitting there quietly, looking down at the text message on his mobile phone.

He has read this text message several times, and it was sent by his sister who was in middle school in his hometown. He said that there will be floods in his hometown this summer, and most of the fields have been washed away. This year's harvest is probably very miserable. So his mother said she would keep the only money to live, and she had no money to send it to him after graduation and going to work.

Gu Jianqiu heard that if he wanted to find a satisfactory job now, it would cost money, so he tentatively called his family and told him that his sister's answer was not beyond his expectations.

My father died of illness very early, and my grandfather was paralyzed in bed for many years. My brother and sister were young, and only my mother was at home. My cousin and other relatives were almost poor. Apart from farming, they really couldn't help with the work in the fields. It was already very difficult for Gu Jianqiu to go to college at home. The high tuition fees were mainly obtained from rural credit cooperative loans and Gu Jianqiu's part-time work during college. For families who only know how to farm, cash is difficult to obtain, except for selling grain. Now the fields are not harvested, so where can they be sold? Maybe they have to eat state relief.

Gu Jianqiu closed his phone and made up his mind to find a high-income job based on his own efforts to help his younger siblings go to school, treat his paralyzed grandfather, so that his mother no longer has to face the loess and face the sky.

He took out his pen copybook and started practicing pen calligraphy. This is a common method of relaxation when he is in a bad mood.

He was copying a love poem selected pen copybook. Huang Jiahe, a roommate sitting next to him, poked him with his elbow: "Hey, I said, "I'm talking to third brother, are you from Mars? I don't know that now is the computer era, who still practices pen calligraphy?"

Gu Jianqiu is the third among the seven classmates in their dormitory. So Huang Jiahe called him that. He ignored Huang Jiahe and was still focused on copying.

Huang Jiahe poked it with his elbow and nodded at a girl who was beside the window in front of the window: "Looking at Xia Xueting, something seems wrong. I came back from taking leave two days ago, and I was so stupid that I didn't say anything."

Xia Xueting is the super god of their grade. She has the first grade in every semester. She has never lost the first grade scholarship. She is also very beautiful, with her face and figure first-class. She should be protruding and erect, and her figure is so hot that it makes people bleeding noses. However, I heard that her family is not in a good state and her mother is a laid-off female worker, but this does not affect her score. Because of her good grades and beautiful people, she has become a recognized academic god and goddess in the whole school. In secret, boys call her "double queen".

However, now her eyes are straight and she seems to be stupid, and she doesn't know what's wrong.

Gu Jianqiu looked up at Xia Xueting's charming but lonely back, and kept talking, and continued to lower her head and practice pen calligraphy by herself.

He had just copied the first few lines of a love poem, and someone patted his shoulder from the back. When he looked back, he found that it was Liu Qingfeng, a classmate and fellow villager.

Liu Qingfeng was wearing a simple floral dress, with long braids, and wrapped his fingers around the braids. There were a few faint freckles on his face, which were red. I don’t know if it was because of the hot weather or because of nervousness and excitement: “Hey! Gu Lao, can you come out? I have something to tell you, the classroom is too noisy.”

Gu Jianqiu put down his pen and followed Liu Qingfeng out to the corridor.

Liu Qingfeng looked at him, bit his lip gently, and finally plucked up the courage and said, "Do you have any clues in your work?"

Gu Jianqiu shook his head and glanced at her: "It seems that you have any eyebrows?"

"Yeah!" Liu Qingfeng nodded, "You know the situation of my family. I am afraid of being poor, so I want to earn more money. If I find a job and work, I am afraid I can't afford to pay my younger brothers and sisters. My parents are in poor health and cannot make money by farming. So, I want to open a clinic after graduation. I heard that opening a clinic is very profitable, so I can make a lot of money by looking at a cold or a fever or something. My father said he wanted to help me with a loan at a credit union. Alas! I ask you, are you interested? Let's work together? It's almost enough to pay 50,000 per person."

What Gu Jianqiu lacks the most now is money. Not to mention 50,000 yuan, he didn't even have fifty yuan in his pocket. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have the courage to start a business. I can only wish you success!"

Liu Qingfeng was obviously very disappointed and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, thank you!"

In the classroom, Huang Jiahe saw that Xia Xueting was still in a state of dismay and felt a little sympathetic, so he wanted to make her happy. He picked up the love poem that Gu Jianqiu had just copied and written on the table, walked to her, and placed it in front of her: "Student Xia, this is what Gu Jianqiu gave to you."

Xia Xueting's dull eyes slowly moved to the love poem. This is a famous love poem by Zhang Xiaoxian (some say Tagore):

The farthest distance in the world

Not life and death

But I'm standing in front of you

But you don't know I love you

...

Xia Xueting's body shook suddenly, and she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly she burst into tears, pulling the collar of her chest, crying so shockingly, without caring about the image of a lady. Only then did the boys in the classroom realize that no matter how pure and beautiful women are, there are times when they cry without caring about their image.

Huang Jiahe was so scared that he quickly retreated, tripped over the chair behind him, and almost fell down. Several of Xia Xueting's roommates rushed over to comfort Xia Xueting.

The other students in the classroom were shocked and didn't know what was going on.

A tall male classmate stood up and stepped forward and punched Huang Jiahe in the chest, making him stagger.

This classmate is nicknamed "Beetle", because he likes to mingle with people on the Tao, just like dung beetles, he is tall and strong, and often fights with classmates.

Huang Jiahe said angrily: "Beetle, why are you trying to hit someone?"

"Do you know who Xia Xueting is? Tell you, he is the person that Mr. Xue likes! Mr. Xue knows it? The young master of the boss of Jianlong Group. Do you dare to ** the person he likes?" Beetle said, his flat face full of violence, and he swung his fists to chase Huang Jiahe.

"It has nothing to do with me! This love poem was written by Gu Jianqiu to Xia Xueting. I am just responsible for transferring it..." Huang Jiahe avoided it and in a panic, he pulled Gu Jianqiu out as a shield.

Gu Jianqiu in the corridor heard the crying and Huang Jiahe shouting loudly. He quickly ran back to the classroom and saw the beetle chasing Huang Jiahe. He rushed up immediately, blocking the beetle, erecting its thin chest, and whispered: "Why are you hitting someone?"

Gu Jianqiu grew up in a remote village deep in the mountains. When his mother was pregnant with him, she was too tired to do farm work. She accidentally gave birth to prematurely for almost two months, and she was only more than three kilograms after giving birth. Her family was poor, her nutrition was not up to date, and she was weak and sick since she was a child. Because she couldn't help with any farm work at home, she studied hard and was admitted to this national key brand of traditional Chinese medicine university with excellent grades.

The Beetle glanced at Gu Jianqiu's thin body and said, "What, you also want to learn from other people's fights? Believe it or not, I can do it with just one finger? F you to death!"

When Huang Jiahe saw Gu Jianqiu so thin, he stood in front of him. He immediately came up with a heroic spirit. He stepped forward and stood side by side with Gu Jianqiu, pointing at the Beetle and said, "What? Do you really want to fight?"

Huangjiahe is a slutty guy, but when the Beetle saw Gu Jianqiu's gaze, he looked fearless. He knew that he was here to be real, but instead retreated a little. He spat a deep phlegm on the ground and pointed at the two of them in disappointment: "I will tell Mr. Xue what happened today, you two will wait and see!" After that, he cursed and returned to his seat.

Then Gu Jianqiu turned his head and looked at Huang Jiahe in confusion: "What's going on?"

Huang Jiahe took his pen copybook like a primary school student who did something wrong, and blushed, and said to Gu Jianqiu in a low voice: "I..., I gave her the love poem you practiced with fountain pen, saying that you wrote it to her, just a joke, but I didn't expect her..."

At this time, the class bell rang.

Several of Xia Xueting's roommates comforted her in a low voice. Xia Xueting stuffed her pink fist into her mouth and bit her, bent down and sobbed, and endured the crying. When the teacher entered the classroom, she only had her constant thrust back and made people know that she was sobbing, but she could no longer hear the crying.

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