The gentle breeze blew through Yuanyuan's hair.
Perhaps many years later, she will still remember this scene.
But now she appears to be indifferent.
But only she knows the ripples in her heart.
"Hello, my name is Jiang Yuan, nice to meet you."
"Jiang Yuan, I don't know which Yuan it is."
Song Yunqi had a clear face and was gentle and calm. After hearing Yuanyuan's self-introduction, he couldn't help but ask.
Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment, her eyes, as bright as black grapes, moving up and down. With a full smile, she replied softly.
"The Yuan River flows to Chenyang, and the road to meet you at Xikou is long."
Jiang Yuan deliberately showed off his literary talent, just to see if the person in front of him was genuine, and that he was a man of great learning and elegance.
It's all show and no substance, rotten inside.
Therefore, this casual line of poetry also has a slightly tentative meaning.
"Jiang Yuan, what a good name! It's better to know that there's a chrysanthemum cup on the Yuan River. This character is good. Comrade Jiang Yuan is indeed a talented person.
No wonder he can understand the original English version of One Hundred Years of Solitude."
Yuanyuan smiled slightly, picked up the book in her hand and shook it, smartly and playfully, with a hint of teasing.
"Comrade Song Yunqi recognized this book right away after just one listen. This shows your English is pretty good."
Song Yunqi smiled brightly, his bright eyes sparkling, and replied very talkatively.
“Because I like this book very much, but not many people in China can understand it.
I didn’t expect to meet Comrade Jiang Yuan, such a close friend. It really is true that we meet each other everywhere in life.
That's why I took the liberty to come over and talk to you. It's really a bit abrupt."
Jiang Yuan naturally held the book against his chest.
He was very calm and composed, showing no special favoritism towards the other person because of his outstanding appearance.
This neither humble nor arrogant look made the other party very appreciative.
"It's not that abrupt. After all, you helped me. You don't have to be so polite."
The young man smiled, lowered his eyes, and looked at the book in Yuanyuan's arms.
"Since we already know each other, let's not be so comrades.
I look a few years older than you. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Song or Yunqi.
There is no need to waste time on greetings; I would rather discuss the content of this book with you."
Yuanyuan didn't expect the other party to be so talkative, so she picked up the book and shook it gently.
"Then why do you think I want this book?"
When Song Yunqi saw the little girl's actions, he was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and couldn't help but chuckled embarrassedly.
"Excuse me, haven't you read this book?"
Yuanyuan couldn't help but smile brightly, and her tone was full of joy.
"I just saw his name on the cover and if I had read the book, why would I buy it.
But it seems that you really like this book? I wonder if it is interesting and good to read.
Song Yunqi raised his hand and touched the hair on the back of his head.
There was a rare blush on Qingjun's face.
"This book is highly recommended if you really enjoy reading this kind of literary masterpiece.
Then I think this book must be a book that you cannot miss in your life.
Of course, if you're just browsing casually and don't like this kind of stuff, then it doesn't matter."
Song Yunqi took out an identical copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude from the bookshelf.
After all, the library doesn't just have this one book, and it's normal to put similar books together.
“This book was released last year and the author is the Colombian writer, Gabriel García Márquez.
Its content is very profound and tells the legendary story of seven generations of a family.
It combines religion, reality, legends and many other things.
Perhaps for many ordinary people in our country, these things are not worth reading.
But for readers who study literature, this book is really excellent.
It’s an essential read if you enjoy it.”
"Well, from what you said, you study literature? After all, to be honest, even many college students today wouldn't read this kind of book."
College students of this era are studying more in the direction of national needs.
In fact, there is still a gap between all aspects of literature and art and the outside world.
A literary masterpiece like this is extremely popular all over the world.
But it was not widely accepted in China at that time.
Song Yunqi shook his head slightly and separated the pages of the book in his hand casually.
The lazy and natural look is full of literary atmosphere, just like those artists who are engaged in art.
"Not really. I majored in foreign languages, and I read these books just to expand my knowledge and get to know more about foreign customs and practices."
Song Yunqi was carelessly lazy and casual.
But Yuanyuan always felt that the other party seemed too enthusiastic towards her.
"I see. You majored in foreign languages. I wonder which language it is?"
Jiang Yuan is not really that outgoing.
I just unconsciously followed the other person's words and continued chatting.
Especially in such a lazy and casual atmosphere, the two people seemed like friends who had not seen each other for a long time.
Before I knew it, I continued the conversation along the same direction as Song Yunqi's.
After all, it would be too rude to ignore them.
I heard the question from the girl next to me.
Song Yunqi secretly raised a smile on his lips.
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