Pear blossoms weep in the rain, dreams come true, old trees sprout, interesting poems

"I hope you can accompany me back to Xialin University to experience student life for a day. After this day, I will do whatever you want, whether to kill me, cut me, resign or quit, without any complaints." Gu Quyu said firmly.

"Okay, okay, but why is this your wish? Of course, you don't have to tell me. I will definitely fulfill my promise. In fact, apart from this, I'm willing to help you realize any other wishes you have." Qian Jianjun's clear mind now does not mean that the unique feeling in his heart has disappeared. On the contrary, it has become stronger.

"My father passed away early, and not wanting to disturb my mother and stepfather's family, I came to Xialin University alone. I studied and lived here on my own, like an orphan. I didn't contact my family, and they never contacted me. They never asked if I needed money or if I would come home. I worked part-time to support myself, and besides studying, I didn't even have enough time to sleep. Love was an unattainable luxury for me. At that time, seeing my classmates in pairs, I wished I could have even one day without working to earn money, so that I could enjoy a day of true love."

"Okay, I'm not too busy these days. I have friends at Xialin University. I'll make some arrangements, and we'll go and relive our student life for a day tomorrow." Qian Jianjun agreed readily. Now, as long as he could do something for Gu Quyu, he would be very willing to do so, as long as he had a clear conscience.

Hearing Ke Yike say that Xue Jiuyue had gone to the bakery and wouldn't be back today, Qian Jianjun had another chance to relax in the "moments of time." The various emotions that had been swirling around for a long time finally settled.

Tomorrow's appointments were already arranged, and the tedious task of personally handling them made him even more reluctant to leave Gu Quyu. If only Mei Rugu hadn't been interfering—how much better—Qian Jianjun couldn't help but feel a little more disgusted with Mei Rugu. He had previously suspected her of investigating his whereabouts, even bringing it up during an argument, but because she knew many of the company's veterans, Qian Jianjun had reluctantly accepted it. But the fact that she had taken advantage of such a coincidence to poach his girlfriend, and by extension, his right-hand man, crossed Qian Jianjun's line. Even if there was no trust between them, a husband and wife had to maintain a limit. This kind of despicable behavior, one they wouldn't even use against an enemy, was not only shameful but also absolutely unforgivable.

Since the divorce, Qian Jianjun had completely sealed off everything about Mei Rugu. Whether good or bad, or even anything related to her, Qian Jianjun's thoughts deliberately stayed away. Now, if he let out even the slightest bit of pain, he would be sealed off again and sink into the abyss!

Gu Quyu, acting as her "spy," later reported the incident to Mei Rugu, though she omitted the part about her affection for Qian Jianjun. Mei Rugu racked her brains all night but couldn't come up with a solution. She knew Qian Jianjun would resent her even more, and she also felt sorry for her cousin for being implicated.

"Lan, I'm sorry to bother you so early this morning. Do you have an appointment for lunch? No, can I talk to you for a bit? Okay, see you at noon then." Mei Rugu called Li Jingzi early in the morning, intending to go find a clever plan at noon. If she weren't worried about things at the institute, she would have rushed over right now.

Qian Jianjun and Gu Quyu also rose early. Qian Jianjun was riding a bicycle, dressed in a simple white short-sleeved T-shirt, black sweatpants, and sneakers. Even his short hair was untouched, letting it flow naturally. The fresh morning breeze blew in the vibrant, shimmering morning light, brushing away the slightest trace of sweat and the traces of time, leaving behind a bright, youthful aura.

Gu Quyu, wearing a light blue dress, sat obediently in the back seat, her right hand gently around Qian Jianjun's waist. Seeing that her intimate gesture was not rejected, she gently leaned her head on Qian Jianjun's back, the warmth, solidity, and masculine scent filling her breath.

"It's no big deal. Let's try our best to make her dream come true today..." Qian Jianjun comforted himself, but his feet couldn't help but pedal much slower.

Their destination was the school cafeteria. "Just sit down and I'll buy you whatever you want to eat." Qian Jianjun really looked like a boy in love today.

"Tofu pudding and fried dough sticks are fine."

Soon, Qian Jianjun brought breakfast over. Two bowls of tofu pudding, but each one was different. One had an egg gravy, the other a vinegar broth. These were two different flavors of tofu pudding from the north and south. Gu Quyu grew up with her mother in the north, so Qian Jianjun had thoughtfully considered this.

Add two fried dough sticks and a tray of Hangzhou dumplings, and a flood of memories are quickly brought back to the palate.

The first class in the morning was an open philosophy class. Qian Jianjun and Gu Quyu sat in the last row of the lecture hall. The professor on the stage was passionately explaining the Dionysian spirit of Dionysus.

Qian Jianjun had picked the class last night, and it was a topic that interested him. Although he was just auditing, or cooperating in the acting, Qian Jianjun still hoped that his time would not be wasted and would be of some benefit.

But right now, he couldn't listen. Gu Quyu's fiery gaze rested on the side of his face, and the fragrance of her breath lingered at the tip of his nose, tickling his heart. The only thing he knew was that he, too, was being possessed by the Dionysus the professor was talking about: mysterious, exciting, fanatical, and intoxicated.

"Aren't you going to listen to the class?" Qian Jianjun asked in a low voice with a shy face.

"Don't you want to be in love?"

Qian Jianjun was stumped by the question. Back then, he and Mei Rugu often whispered to each other or passed notes at the end of class.

So he picked up a pen and paper. Soon, he handed Gu Quyu a sheet of paper with a simple cartoon of the professor on it. It exaggerated the professor's high-flown, spit-filled speech. He also added a doggerel: "I didn't sleep well last night, flies were noisy on the stage; fortunately, Luofu is by my side, so pretty."

Gu Quyu's face flushed from suppressing her laughter as she also picked up a pen and began scribbling on the paper. Soon, Qian Jianjun saw a matching limerick on the white paper that was passed back: "The clouds are light and the sun is beautiful, the red flowers are clamoring under the branches; whispering in my ear, who is prettier, me or the flowers?"

It was full of fun and had a nice meaning. Qian Jianjun truly appreciated and admired it. After a moment's thought, he wrote four lines on paper and sent it back: "Flowers are in full bloom, and the swallows and orioles are chirping. Why look to the horizon? The flowers right before our eyes are the prettiest."

Gu Quyu's shy expression was so stunningly beautiful that even swallows would be jealous, her fair face flushing like an apple. She pondered for a moment, then picked up her pen and wrote, "Qin's daughter is just beginning to fall in love, and the five horses from the south are making a fuss. She adds fragrance to the green and beautiful side, bowing her head to tune her zither."

Qian Jianjun saw that the last four lines were no longer as straightforward as before. The first line, like the one he had written about Luofu, came from the famous Han Dynasty folk song "Moshang Sang," which reads, "The Qin family has a beautiful daughter, who named herself Luofu." The second line also uses the allusion from the poem, "When the envoy came from the south, the five horses stood hesitantly," to illustrate his disinterest in fame and wealth. So what did Gu Quyu like? The third line used Sima Xiangru's famous zither, the Luqi, to illustrate his admiration for talented men like Sima Xiangru. The fourth line describes tuning the zither for his beloved, a time when he was happiest and most charming. In just two sentences, he depicted a loving scene of harmonious couples.

Gu Quyu's poem truly touched Qian Jianjun's heart. That kind of harmonious harmony, husband and wife singing and following each other's lead, was his dream. The poetic exchange was once a unique romance between Qian Jianjun and Mei Rugu, but now with a new female lead, the level of skill and affection are even greater than before.

Dionysus had become Qian Jianjun's only faith. Gu Quyu's responses were all superior to his own, which aroused Qian Jianjun's competitive spirit. He decided to write a good one...

Liu Che sat silently in the darkness and silence for the entire morning. He didn't even turn on the radio that always accompanied him. He just held the eyebrow pencil tightly in his right hand and kept tracing it in his mind.

According to the earlier plan, Xue Jiuyue would come to him for hypnosis today. Because there had been no news from Xue Jiuyue in the past few days, he had already prepared himself mentally, but he still hoped that something unexpected would break into this deep darkness.

All his hopes were slowly being consumed by the black flames. Finally, Liu Che pressed a button and heard the time on his phone watch. The sound of his computer made all his feelings, and the hope hidden behind them, become a cold reality.

Suddenly, the faint sound of high heels hitting the ground seemed to come closer. Liu Che hurried to the door and listened carefully.

It was a woman, and judging by her voice, she was a guest at the institute, but it wasn't the voice she'd been longing for. His initial disappointment was instantly ignited by rage, and even someone as gentle as Liu Che couldn't contain it. He angrily threw his uncontrolled emotions, along with the half-finished eyebrow pencil in his hand, away, then turned and sat alone in the darkness that belonged to him.

The person who came was Mei Rugu. The falling arc of the eyebrow pencil caught her eye, allowing her to see the loneliness of turning away. She walked closer, squatted down, and found the half eyebrow pencil lying quietly by the side of the path. Unlike ordinary eyebrow pencils, this half must have been specially made.

Liu Che had been mentioned in her previous conversation with Li Jingzi. Although she had only caught a glimpse of his desolate back, Mei Rugu had a feeling it was Liu Che. And seeing a man toss such a feminine item, Mei Rugu sensed a hidden story. Curiosity drove her to pick up the eyebrow pencil and put it in her bag.

"Lan, I'm sorry to bother you in the middle of the day. Have you eaten yet? How about we go out for a bite to eat together?"

"Sister Mei, you must be in such a hurry because of something. Let's finish our business first. I'm not hungry yet." Li Jingzi replied considerately.

"Well, this is really a bit tricky." Mei Rugu didn't hesitate and sat down to complain. "You kept telling me that once things calmed down, there was a good chance that Lao Qian and I could remarry. But now it's really worse than ever!"

"What happened? Did you guys have another fight when you met?"

"No! Didn't you ask me before why I knew everything about Lao Qian?"

"Yes, didn't you say that many employees of Jianru Group, including senior executives, are familiar with you?"

"Yes." Mei Rugu blushed slightly. "What I didn't dare to tell you is that Lao Qian's assistant is called Gu Quyu, my cousin. And Lao Qian didn't know about it."

"Ah? This..."

"Look, you're surprised too, right?! I didn't feel comfortable telling you last time because I was afraid of misunderstanding. Anyone who knows about this relationship will think I arranged it deliberately. I can't wash myself clean even if I jump into the Yellow River." Li Jingzi's reaction further strengthened Mei Rugu's judgment.

"What exactly happened?"