The next day, Ye Piaoling went to school.

As an incompetent student, Ye Piaoling still has to go to class.

I still took the bus, and it has become a habit after a few years.

That morning, Ye Piaoling arrived at the stop sign at the same time as before and was waiting for the car. The time did not change, but the car drove earlier than before, so Ye Piaoling did not wait so long as he waited for the car to come like last time.

It took more than twenty minutes earlier than before, so Ye Piaoling was not in a hurry to walk, and he was leisurely along the way.

Ye Piaoling remembers that he rarely strolls the campus in the morning, so he strolls around the campus.

There is a birch forest in the school where Ye Piaoling is. After a winter of cold and heavy snow, the snow in the forest has not yet melted, and it is still a white area, making the tall birch forest more vigorous.

Ye Piaoling walked alone in this forest. His feet stepped on the snow and made a "rustling" sound, accompanied by the singing of several birds.

Ye Piaoling saw a man sitting on the stone bench in front of him, a girl in red clothes was reading a book holding a book in her hands.

Ye Piaoling walked up to sit next to her and sat down quietly. Ye Piaoling heard the girl chanting the contents of the book in her mouth. Ye Piaoling heard her chanting a poem called "Jian Jia" in the Book of Songs:

"The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. Follow it upstream, the road is blocked and long; follow it upstream, and follow it downstream, and it seems to be in the middle of the water.

The reeds are lush and the white dew has not yet dried. The so-called beauty is in the water. Follow it upstream, the road is blocked and steep; follow it upstream, and follow it downstream, and it seems to be in the water.

The reeds are nurturing, but the white dew is not over. The so-called beauty is on the tide of the water. Follow it upstream, the road is blocked and right; follow it upstream, and follow it downstream, and it seems to be on the tide of the water."

After reading a poem, the girl gently closed the book, then closed her eyes, thinking and imagining the "Yiren" and "Qiu Shui" in her mind.

Little did she know that she was the "Yiren" and "Qiu Shui" that thousands of people wanted!

The atmosphere was so cool. Ye Piaoling sat next to her and felt the fresh air and harmonious atmosphere in the morning. Ye Piaoling also closed his eyes and reflected the scene just now into his mind. Now his brain was extremely pure, with only a picture of the snowy morning under the birch forest in the early morning. A beautiful young man sat on a stool holding the Book of Songs and reading "Jiang Jia" again. There was also a person who was appreciating was quietly sitting beside her.

"Who are you?" The girl's voice suddenly appeared in Ye Piaoling's ears, with a crisp sound as pleasant as a golden bell. "When did you come here?"

Ye Piaoling opened his eyes and saw the fair and round face with a round blush. This was the first time Ye Piaoling saw this girl, a girl whose appearance was not much inferior to Yu Yunqian.

"Just when you were reading the book just now." Ye Piaoling replied. The girl felt a sense of beauty. Looking at her, Ye Piaoling seemed to feel the cold wind.

"Then did you hear me reciting poetry just now?" the girl asked.

"I heard that a very beautiful person recites a very beautiful poem, like a very beautiful painting!" Ye Piaoling said to her with a smile.

The girl seemed a little shy when she heard Ye Piaoling's words, so she lowered her head. Ye Piaoling saw that her face turned redder. A girl was reading the poem "Jian Jia" and was heard by a boy she didn't know. Very few people could not be shy.

"You have been studying here all the time?" Ye Piaoling lowered his head and asked her.

"Yeah!" The girl answered loudly, like a mosquito.

"So too!" Ye Piaoling told him to study here too. Ye Piaoling was talking nonsense. Can you meet at school? Isn't you a classmate? "Fate! Haha, it's really ape dung!"

"We are all alumni. Meeting together is fate. Beautiful people, can you tell you what your name is?" Ye Piaoling approached her and asked.

"No!" the girl shook her head and replied softly. She moved her body to the other side of the stool, widening the distance from Ye Piaoling.

"Why?" Ye Piaoling approached and asked again.

"Because my dad doesn't let me tell others my name! My mom also said that I can't tell boys to know their name casually! Men are all bad people!" said the girl.

"This..." Ye Piaoling was a little dizzy. What parents are teaching their children? "Then is your father a bad guy too?"

"Of course my dad is not a bad person! You are the bad person!" said the girl: "You can't say that my dad is a bad person!"

"Oh" Ye Piaoling looked at the whole girl and thought it was not simple. When her brain thought, she changed the topic, "Then who is your father?" Ye Piaoling felt that the father who did not let his daughter tell others' names must be a celebrity or a big shot.

"My dad said I can't say his name to others! Even a teacher can't!" the girl said again.

"Oh, it seems that your father is a big shot. He doesn't want others to know him!" Ye Piaoling said, he knew that some big shots didn't want others to know him.

"Can you read this poem?" the girl asked Ye Piaoling.

"It will be a little bit!" Ye Piaoling said.

"Can you recite it again? I really want to hear how you recite it. I don't think I recite it well enough!" said the girl.

"Okay, then I will read the "Jian Jia" you just read for you, but I have a request. If you think I read it well, tell me your name. Is that okay?"

"Yes," the girl thought for a while before nodding, so she gave the book to Ye Piaoling.

So Ye Piaoling turned the book to the page of "Jian Jia" just now.

He read it poetically with his own voice and rhythm that knows how to discuss poetry and how to brew emotions, deeply attracted the girl. Ye Piaoling found such a girl who rarely appeared in the boudoir, which was better than a girl who wanted roses.

Ye Piaoling shook his head and said softly: "The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. Follow it upstream, the road is blocked and long; follow it upstream, and it seems to be in the middle of the water.

The reeds are lush and the white dew has not yet dried. The so-called beauty is in the water. Follow it upstream, the road is blocked and steep; follow it upstream, and follow it downstream, and it feels like being in the water.

The reeds are nurturing, but the white dew is not over. The so-called beauty is on the tide of the water. Follow it upstream, the road is blocked and right; follow it upstream, and follow it downstream, and it seems to be on the tide of the water."

The girl didn't expect that the song "Jian Jia" would be so nice and so elegant and poetic in his mouth. She thought it was the best poem she had heard in history.

"What do you have to do?" Ye Piaoling asked her.

"Hehe, it sounds very nice. It's the most wonderful poem I have ever heard!" The girl replied to Ye Piaoling with a smile.

"Then can you tell me your name?" Ye Piaoling said, looking at her with his charming deep eyes.

Seeing Ye Piaoling's deep and charming eyes, the girl was a little demented. She rarely saw people. There were such eyes that people would fall into it when they saw it. However, when she saw Ye Piaoling looking at her, she lowered her head and said to Ye Piaoling: "Oh, my name is Nangong Yunting!"

"Miss, it's time to leave!" Suddenly, two men in black walked up and said respectfully to the girl, interrupting the beautiful atmosphere.

"Yeah!" The girl responded to the two people, turned around and smiled at Ye Piaoling, "I'm leaving!" Then she stood up and walked to the two men in black and left the birch forest under the escort of these two people.

When the girl left, she looked back at Ye Piaoling.

Ye Piaoling knew that this girl was either a rich child or a powerful family. It could be judged by his father's warning that she could not say his name. Now the appearance of these two powerful black-clad bodyguards confirmed Ye Piaoling's guess.

Ye Piaoling knew that these two people were masters, and that they were bulging on their waists and rods, and he knew that that thing would be fatal.

Such girls usually grow in the boudoir and usually cannot show their faces. Ye Piaoling saw from her eyes when she left that she seemed unwilling to leave, and her eyes were helpless, like a canary growing up in a cage.

After sitting on the stone bench for a while, feeling the fresh and sad atmosphere that was still there, then Ye Piaoling went back to prepare for class.

On the way back, Ye Piaoling shook his head and whispered another poem from the Book of Songs, "Papaya":

"I vote for my papaya and give it to my yuzu. I will never repay it, and I will always think it is good!

I will give you a petal of wood and a petal of wood and a jade of jade. I will never give you a reward, and I will always think it is good!
Chapter completed!