In this life, we don’t even talk about love dogs

As soon as Ye Ge finished speaking, Su Mu turned to look at him, her peach blossom eyes full of doubts and her little face flushed with a nice blush.

But Su Mu quickly understood what Ye Ge meant.

In fact, Ye Ge has no other meaning. He just wants to act like a couple with himself and then help him get the bookmark.

Acting as a couple with Ye Ge

As she thought about it, Su Mu's cheeks turned redder and redder, even reaching the base of her fair ears. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were like the West Lake under the winter sunset, giving people a shy beauty.

The female library teacher's heart couldn't help but speed up.

This girl is really pretty.

It's a pity that he can't speak, and his ears seem to be wearing hearing aids. It's really a pity.

Could it be that God gave her the charm of a fish and a wild goose, but took away some other things from her?

"Teacher, where should we write?" Ye Ge asked.

"Write it here."

The library teacher took out two blank bookmarks and two pens for them and added.

"Actually, any kind of love poem is acceptable, and the requirements are not that high. You can write love poems written by ancient writers, you can also learn from other people's love poems, or you can be completely original. All of these are acceptable."

"OK."

Although I felt a little ashamed, there was no one nearby to look at it, so I finished writing and left quickly.

Ye Ge took the pen and bookmark and wanted to write down a love poem casually. He took the bookmark away before talking.

But Ye Ge always feels that he is so casual and a bit too perfunctory. Otherwise, he is still original?

But it’s original, I can’t think of it at the moment.

We were about to arrive at the hotel, and there were a lot of people coming and going. When others saw us, it would not only be a matter of social death, but I and Su Mu would probably be banned.

Ye Ge thought for a while and finally decided to choose a love poem carefully, but not so perfunctorily.

Ye Ge looked at Su Mu next to him. Su Mu was also holding a pen, looking at the blank bookmark, thinking very intently. The girl's brows were slightly frowned, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her eyes under the eyelashes were filled with excitement. With the colors of autumn.

The thin and pink lips pursed slightly, as if a whole cloud of fire was rippling.

As he looked at it, suddenly, at that inexplicable moment, Ye Ge suddenly thought of a love poem written by a gentleman.

Ye Ge took up his pen and wrote.

And when Ye Ge was holding the brush and writing on the bookmark seriously, Su Mu on the side gently raised her eyes and looked at Ye Ge.

In fact, Su Mu didn't know what to write.

Su Mu felt that she was not good at writing her own love poems.

Su Mu felt that it was not good to write love poems for literati, and she was a little perfunctory about Ye Ge.

and

Su Mu looked at Ye Ge and pursed her lips slightly.

For some people, maybe this is just a "pretend", just for that bookmark.

But for some people, this time of pretending may be the most fearless way to express their feelings.

Sometimes truth is often accompanied by jokes.

Sometimes the act of pretending is something a person has always wanted to do but dare not do.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down and fell on Ye Ge's body, as if it was rimmed with a light golden edge.

Ye Ge wrote quietly, and Su Mu looked at Ye Ge gently, her eyes overflowing with tenderness like the spring breeze.

The library teacher watched the girl keep looking at her sweetheart, and couldn't help but reveal an aunt's smile on her lips.

With the development of the times, this library teacher feels more and more that young people today seem to be more and more impetuous, and the same is true for relationships.

Nowadays, many students fall in love and break up soon after, or they fall in love with each other several times at once, just like changing clothes. They never seem to regard each other as the only one.

But the library teacher saw "the only one" in Su Mu's eyes. This kind of love was very deep, just like if this boy was no longer by her side, she would never like another person in her life.

A minute later, Ye Ge finished writing the love poem.

Ye Ge looked at the regular regular script he wrote on the bookmark. Apart from a hint of embarrassment, he felt that his handwriting was really good.

But when Ye Ge turned his head, he found Su Mu looking at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" Ye Ge asked.

Su Mu shook his head and looked away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Classmate, have you finished writing?" the library teacher asked.

"Okay." Ye Ge handed the bookmark to the teacher.

The female teacher in the library took the bookmark, looked at it, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, faced Su Mu, and read softly:

"Between the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge.

There are green leaves and red flowers on the bridge, and people's houses on the flowing water under the bridge.

The other end of the bridge is black hair, and the other end of the bridge is white hair. "

When the female teacher finished reading, Su Mu stood there blankly. Her cheeks, which were originally only slightly red, were as red as boiling water, and white smoke even came out of her head, like a steam queen.

The heart in Su Mu's chest was beating very fast and violently, and even Su Mu's mind went blank.

"Not bad. I also like this love poem by Mr. Shen." The teacher commented that this poem was copied from Mr. Shen's and was not original by Ye Ge.

The teacher took a photo of the bookmark and handed it to Su Mu: "Please accept it, classmate. This is written for you by your boyfriend."

Listening to the female teacher's voice, Su Mu reacted and took the bookmark written by Ye Ge with both hands, holding it in her arms like a rare treasure, fearing that her bookmark would be damaged.

"Classmate, have you thought of anything to write?" the female teacher asked.

Su Mu shook his head.

"There's no rush, classmate, please think about it slowly, my stall will be open until nine o'clock in the evening anyway." The teacher said with a smile, and then looked at Ye Ge, "Your girlfriend should think more about it, do you have any objections?"

"It certainly doesn't."

Ye Ge replied.

Although Ye Ge replied no, Ye Ge was still very anxious.

It's already five o'clock now. Those who have classes are about to finish class, and those who don't have classes are going to the cafeteria to eat. What if there are more people and many people come to watch?

Time passed by minute by minute.

Su Mu's peach blossom eyes looked at the blank bookmark, and then at Ye Ge. At this time, Ye Ge was looking around, or looking at the sunset on the horizon from time to time.

Su Mu looked at Ye Ge's profile, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Su Mu held the pen and gently slid it on the bookmark.

A minute later, Su Mu handed the bookmark to the female teacher.

When the female teacher looked at the love poem written by Su Mu, her eyes swayed slightly, and an aunt's smile appeared at the corner of her mouth:

“If you can, in a short life.

I want to watch the rain under the moon.

Watching ants at the bottom of the mountain.

Under the dim light, look at you. "