Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

Hearing Zheng Juan's words, Lu Tian knew that she must have mistakenly thought that he had a crush on Zhou Rong.

What Zheng Juan said is true. She wrote poems in the Zhou family to please Zhou Rong.

However, it is not because Zhou Rong is good-looking that I want to please her, but because I want to make her sober. Feng Huacheng's poems are not unattainable. There is no need to give up a better life for such a man.

It is true that Zhou Rong is beautiful, but with Zheng Juan by his side, Lu Tian cannot tolerate other women in his eyes.

Even a girl like Zhou Rong, one in a hundred.

Thinking of this, Lu Tian smiled slightly and said, "Juanzi, why are you jealous?"

Zheng Juan was struck by Lu Tian's words and lowered her head involuntarily, "Why am I jealous? I just asked casually. Think about it, Zhou Rong is good-looking, well-educated, and comes from a working-class family. She is really good.

Take a look, it’s not surprising.”

Zheng Juan's words moved Lu Tian. It seemed that she really cared about her actions just now. In order to cause unnecessary trouble, she really had to keep some distance from Zhou Rong in the future.

Thinking of this, Lu Tian stretched out his hands and caressed Zheng Juan's shoulders, "Juanzi, you don't have to think about it. As long as you are here, I won't like other girls."

Lu Tian's words made Zheng Juan a little excited. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Lu Tian with a pair of phoenix eyes.

"Brother Tian, ​​actually, I don't think I'm worthy of you. Really, being with me will only drag you down."

Seeing this, Lu Tian tightened his arms, took Zheng Juan into his arms, and said softly: "Juanzi, you are a princess in distress, and I am not worthy of you. Don't say such words again in the future, I swear, as long as you are here

I will never fall in love with another girl around me."

After all, she was no longer at home. Zheng Juan was hugged by Lu Tian on the street. Her heart beat faster. She laid her face on Lu Tian's chest, "Brother Tian, ​​this is not at home. It's not good for others to see her."

"Then let's go home now and give you a hug when we get home." Lu Tian kissed Zheng Juan's forehead and said softly.

"Um……"

The whispers passed from Zheng Juan's mouth to Lu Tian's ears, which were so moving.

Lu Tian's heart suddenly felt hot and he took Zheng Juan's hand. At this time, he only had one thought in his mind: go home as soon as possible.

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This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

In addition to the lovers Zheng Juan and Lu Tian, ​​who were enjoying the beauty of a couple in love, Zhou Rong also didn't fall asleep for a long time.

Unlike in the past, when she had to read Feng Huacheng's poems several times before going to bed, as well as her correspondence with him, Zhou Rong was a little uncharacteristic of herself that night and took the trouble to read Lu Tian's "Chrysanthemum Terrace".

The words are beautiful, the poems are even more beautiful,

The artistic conception in the poem was something Zhou Rongzhong had never felt before, and he had never felt it even in Feng Huacheng's poems.

So at this moment, Feng Huacheng's image became a little blurry in her mind.

Lu Tian's handsome face, calm temperament, and beautiful poems appeared in her mind from time to time.

No, no, that's not the case!

Feng Huacheng is a true poet, and his poems are unparalleled.

What happened to me today?

Zhou Rong tried hard to calm down and try not to think about Lu Tian anymore.

He put away Lu Tian's poems and took out the letters and postcards he had exchanged with Feng Huacheng from the schoolbag next to his pillow.

Looking at these letters and postcards, Zhou Rong's thoughts flew back to three years ago, when she was still in the second grade of junior high school...

That era was the era when poets had the highest status. The worship of poets by literary young people was even more pure and crazy, far better than the worship of fans by Internet celebrities decades later.

Zhou Rong is such a literary young man.

In the second year of junior high school, sixteen-year-old Zhou Rong began to correspond with a poet in BJ.

After a year of correspondence, the other party told Zhou Rong in the letter that her name was Feng Huacheng, that she once wore a hat but had taken it off, and that she was allowed to continue publishing poems, so she was able to discover some of his pseudonymous poems from newspapers and periodicals.

Later, for some unknown reason, the poet expressed his intention to break off the correspondence with her. But it was no longer possible for Zhou Rong, because she understood that she was truly in love with him at this time.

Even though Feng Huacheng stopped replying to her letters, Zhou Rong never stopped sending him letters.

It was at that time that she swore in a letter to him that she would go to BJ's university and be with him from then on. After sending that letter, she almost didn't write to him again.

I sent a postcard instead of a letter.

Later, a storm hit, and Zhou Rong knew very clearly that she would not be able to get into BJ's university. So, a year ago, she went to BJ herself.

There, Zhou Rong not only met the man who haunted her dreams and became one soul, but also saw many letters she had written to him and more postcards.

Only then did Zhou Rong learn that the poet's name was Feng Huacheng, and he was a married man.

Because the letters and postcards I gave him became proof that he seduced the literary young woman.

Of course, in addition to her, there are also young women from all over the country who have sent countless letters and postcards, and she is not the only one.

Because of these correspondence, postcards, and Feng Huacheng's poems, they were all denounced as "shameful disguises and products that poison young women."

The situation when she saw him was even more unpoetic.

Amid the excitement of slogans and an atmosphere that would make a rational person dizzy, he accidentally looked up and accidentally discovered her presence in the crowd. Although the two had never met before, they both had small photos of each other.

Seeing Feng Huacheng's miserable state, Zhou Rong's heart broke.

From then on, Zhou Rong not only admired Feng Huacheng, but also felt guilty.

Although she was not the only young woman who wrote letters and sent postcards to Feng Huacheng, perhaps only one in 100, Zhou Rong still felt that it was her lack of self-love that led to Feng Huacheng's current situation.

A bold and even more irrational decision came to Zhou Rong's mind, to dedicate her youth and the best of everything to Feng Huacheng to make up for her guilt towards him.

This is what she thought and did. For this reason, she rejected countless suitors, just waiting for the day when she could give the best of herself to the one she loved.

The originally firm belief, for some reason, was somewhat shaken today.

Zhou Rong became somewhat confused.

Feng Huacheng's poems are very good, but Lu Tian's poems are not bad either, which shows that Feng Huacheng's works are not unattainable.

Feng Huacheng's elegant temperament and mature mind are alluring, but Lu Tian is younger and more handsome.

What's more important is that Feng Huacheng seems to be out of reach, but Lu Tian is really close by.

But on second thought, Lu Tian already had a clear love interest in Zheng Juan. Zhou Rong could see that the two of them had a good relationship and had reached the point of discussing marriage.

It seems that even if the real person is also out of reach, it is better not to think about it.

The more she thought about it, the clearer the image of Lu Tian became in her mind, and she could not get rid of it or forget it.