Chapter 50 (1/2)

attract the attention of the elegant young idlers

Xu Mengjie is really not reconciled. It doesn't matter if Lu he doesn't pay attention to her, but she can't accept that he is soft and tender towards su.

She would rather Lu he was tender to everyone, or as cold as before, no one dared to approach him.

It doesn't matter if he's a scum.

Just, with what just to Su soft exhausted tenderness, she where match?

The more Xu Mengjie likes Lu He, the more he can't accept the way he dotes on Su Ruan.

Because in her eyes, Luhe is the flower of kaolin, no one should pull him down from it.

Xu Mengjie is a member of the broadcasting room. She is basically responsible for reading and playing music during recess.

Basically, as soon as the big break is over, the music in the radio room starts right away.

But it's been two minutes today, and the music hasn't played yet.

Su Ruan also didn't care. The students nearby said casually: ”is the school horn broken? Otherwise, why don't you play music? ”

Su Ruan is drawing cartoon villains on the table. As soon as she draws her big eyes, she listens

Go to the horn and yell.

Then there was Xu Mengjie's voice.

”Hello, everyone. I'm Xu Mengjie from class nine, grade three.”

After a few moments of silence in the air, Lu he frowned and was a little fidgety.

Su Ruan stopped her pencil and listened to her words.

”It's up to me to read you a poem today, to the oak.”

”If I love you——

It's not like the climbing Campanula,

Show off on your high branch:

If I love you——

Never learn from the infatuated birds,

Repeat the monotonous song for the shade;

It's not just like a spring,

It brings cool consolation all year round;

It's not just like dangerous peaks, which increase your height and set off your prestige.

Even sunlight.

Even spring rain.

No, that's not enough!

I must be a kapok plant near you,

Stand with you as the image of a tree.

Root, hold on to the ground,

The leaves touch each other in the clouds.

Every gust of wind,

We all greet each other,

But no one understood us.

You have your copper and iron,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Like a halberd,

I have my big red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a brave torch,

We share the cold wave, thunder, thunderbolt;

We share the mist, the haze, the rainbow,

As if separated forever,

But they depend on each other for life,

This is great love,