Chapter 1

The Legend of the Book of Songs originally had more than 3,000 articles, which were mixed and undiscluttered. Confucius was duty-bound to edit this collection, and felt that he was old and strong, and tried his best to exclude public discussion. Finally, he deleted the complex and simplified it into more than 300 Confucian classics with personal preferences.

I can especially understand the good intentions of people, so I regret that I should not tell my girlfriend this major Chinese discovery that can lead to misunderstandings, so as not to cause her to lose her enthusiasm for Chinese culture due to the huge digital disparity.

At that time, I was so excited that I took advantage of the gap after her class and ran to her teaching door in the drizzle, panting for science.

My girlfriend looked at me with complicated eyes and suddenly smiled and nodded while laughing. Most of my male chauvinism was scared off, and then slapped my collarbone and said, "That's good, that's good."

I was confused. Although I didn't know the reason, looking at her abnormal behavior, I was expected to have bad intentions.

My girlfriend is a "freshman". This title is quite awkward. Because there is an unwritten agreement on the campus, every freshman is a freshman no matter when he is.

She has been in school for a year, and she has been socializing everywhere in the university, laughing and scolding.

However, she was drunk in literature and became a member of the literary community, but she deliberately listened in a low-key way at the meeting of the new members.

I asked her why, but she turned her head and didn't tell me.

Later, she told me the truth.

She thinks that literature is a very personal and simple thing. Joining the literary club is like sowing dreams into the soil and having a solid reliance. Although the soil is poor, it is better than nothing.

I hate that everyone dissects their feelings and pursuits of literature together in a noisy atmosphere. It seems that she seems to be wearing a very sexy pajamas, and men and women are as shy as the style and ** degree.

This shyness ran from her intimate words to my face. I solemnly told her that I would like to be your solid support.

She looked up at me, and I accurately caught this look. I found that there was no gentle touch in her eyes, but for a moment, I deeply realized that she had agreed to my vow, so I boldly took her hand, and she really agreed.

However, I also understand that it may be a "noisy atmosphere" when she is with me. Otherwise, how can I not see sincerity in her eyes?