Qin Dongling didn't understand the meaning of this poem, but he understood the meaning of "husband".
Looking down, Xu Mei was looking up at him intently, her smiling eyes looking particularly bright in the dark night.
Qin Dongling felt his cheeks getting hot and his heart was beating as fast as a drum. The girl in front of him even blinked her eyelashes. The almost imperceptible touch almost made him hold his breath.
He was completely defeated under her gaze, and looked away in a somewhat embarrassed manner, but then looked back hesitantly, his indecision and inner touch evident.
Xu Mei almost couldn't suppress the smile, and after appreciating his expression enough, she let go of his hand very naturally and stepped back to say goodbye to him.
Everything was very natural and generous, just like the explanation just now and the action of grabbing his hand, there was no selfish motive at all.
The courtyard door opened and closed again. Standing at the door, Qin Dongling felt lost for a moment, as if he had followed the girl into the courtyard with his heart.
He paced back and forth at the door for a few times, thinking over the meaning of that sentence over and over again, and gently stroked her with his fingers hanging at his side, as if he could still recall the touch of her eyebrows.
His heart was filled with joy, and after a long while, he turned and left.
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The next day, Xu Mei did not see the familiar figure at the school gate.
She took some time to go to the bookstore, but Qin Dongling was not there either, which made her a little puzzled.
Based on her understanding of Qin Dongling, this was very abnormal.
But Xu Mei didn't have much time to dwell on this matter, as her manuscript submitted to a Beijing magazine had been rejected.
A thick manuscript was placed in the office. After reading it, the teacher gave her some advice, "You don't have to write about textile workers. You can also write about heroes."
The social background of victory requires more diversified forms of communication, which is also the trend of magazines.
She recognized Xu Mei's narrative ability, but clearly stipulated that she should write a specific scope of manuscripts.
Xu Mei did not argue with the teacher. Instead, she turned around and submitted the manuscript intact to another magazine.
Her roommate Lei Yonglan witnessed the whole thing and was shocked. "Xu Mei, if you don't change, how can you really survive?"
Lei Yonglan was also a talented woman from the Chinese Academy of Sciences. She had already decided to follow the teacher's advice and go back to rewrite the essay.
"How do you know if you don't try?" Xu Mei raised an eyebrow and said, "It only costs a few stamps to submit it. What if it gets accepted? Why make it difficult for yourself when you can make it difficult for others?"
Lei Yonglan gave a thumbs up and said, "That makes sense."
In the afternoon, she hardened her heart and chose a lower-end magazine and prepared to submit again.
In between putting stamps, I saw Xu Mei packing up her things and wondered, "Aren't you going to join the current affairs study group activities?"
The activity of the current affairs study group is to use the free time to bring everyone together to introduce the newspaper of the day.
"I'm not going." Xu Mei said, "Just read the newspaper on your own. Why do we have to crowd together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared at the dormitory door.
Lei Yonglan withdrew her gaze and continued to concentrate on affixing stamps on the envelope.
Xu Mei came out of school, but there was still no one at the school gate. On her way home, she wanted to try her luck and went to the bookstore again.
The bookstore, which had not been open for a long time, was finally open, but there was no one inside and Qin Dongling was still not there.
This is strange, Xu Mei thought, could it be that he was stimulated last night?
But Qin Dongling obviously likes it very much.
"Xiaomei, what book do you want to borrow today?" The bookstore owner greeted her warmly when he saw her.
Xu Meiyu had been reading here for many years, and the boss had known her name for a long time. The two of them were like friends.
"I didn't return the book I borrowed last time, so I came to return it this time." Xu Mei remembered the book and took it out of her bag.
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