Gu Sui Han stood up, walked to the window quietly and pulled the curtains.

Shen Qingmang heard a "click" sound, rubbed his eyes, sat up and stretched.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Half past twelve." Gu Sui Han stared at her stretched waist.

"Hey? Class monitor?" She asked in surprise. "It's you. I thought it was some teacher. What's going on?"

"I've been reviewing ancient poetry appreciation lately, and I haven't quite grasped the main ideas of several poems. I'd really like to ask the teacher to help me."

"Oh, okay, sit down." Shen Qingmang moved a chair over from the desk next to him.

Gu Suihan sat down facing her and pointed at his notebook.

"For example, in the poem 'Bodhisattva Man', 'I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, but I will wait until the green mountains decay. The scales float on the water, waiting until the Yellow River dries up completely. The stars appear in the daytime, and the Big Dipper returns to the south. Even if I cannot rest, I will wait until the sun appears at three o'clock.'"

"Oh, this one's easy to understand." Shen Qingmang smiled. "You should have heard of 'Shang Xie', right? The famous song from the TV series, 'I wish to know you, and we'll live forever,' is followed by a long list of impossible natural phenomena. It's similar to this song, both expressing the protagonist's unwavering love."

Gu Suihan also pointed out, "There's also this poem, 'Thinking of the Imperial Hometown,' 'On a spring day out, apricot blossoms fill my hair... I intend to marry you and spend my life with you. Even if you heartlessly abandon me, I cannot give up.'"

"It also expresses the heroine's loyal love. She fell in love with the boy and was willing to risk her life for him."

"There's also this poem, 'Picking Mulberry Leaves,' 'I hate that you're not like the moon in the river tower, moving north and south, east and west. North and south, east and west. We're always together, never parting. I hate that you're like the moon in the river tower, waxing and waning. Waiting and waning. When will we be reunited?'"

"It's also about love, expressing the feeling of longing for one's lover, comparing the beloved with the bright moon, complaining that he can't always accompany the bright moon, and it seems that the bright moon becomes imperfect after being full... Why are they all love poems? We rarely test love poems in our ancient poetry appreciation, right?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Really?" Gu Suihan said innocently. "I saw it in the Knowledge Extension. Teacher... Teacher, after reading these poems, do you have any special feelings?"

"Hmm? What's the special feeling?"

Gu Suihan sighed. "Forget it if there's nothing."

It seems that such a subtle method can't bring back her memory at all.