Poems of grievances are all lies [Quick Transmigration]

"what--"

Tang Xiaoshi's body trembled, her consciousness returned to her original position, and she woke up from the dream.

Rubbing his eyes lazily, he muttered: "I'm having a nightmare again." The slightly opened eyes saw a blurry picture, they opened wide in an instant, and the whole person sat up.

There is a comfortable sofa under him, half a glass of watermelon juice on the table in front of him, a documentary is playing on the TV opposite, the air conditioner in the living room is still blowing, and he is wearing a loose home suspender dress.

This is her real home, the scene before she falls asleep.

She has come back?

She really came back to the real world.

But those experiences—was it time travel or a dream?

She couldn't tell the difference.

She died because she was shot through the heart by Yong Jun's crossbow, and she was able to wake up in reality.

Suddenly realized something, immediately picked up the "Anthology of Boudoir Poems" on the sofa and quickly searched through the catalog, and then went through the whole book of boudoir poems one by one. The whole book contains more than 40 boudoir poems , the first seven poems are all in the book, except for the last poem where the heroine is a princess.

"Why not?" She didn't believe it, and went through the whole book carefully from beginning to end, but there was still nothing.

How could this be?

If it is included in this collection of poems, the poems of the last time and space should also be included.

She sat on the sofa for a long time, then seemed to think of something, immediately picked up the phone to check the date and time, she just slept for two hours.

But she obviously experienced about 20 years.

Everything is so real, the memory is so clear, the vivid characters, the real days every day, turned out to be nothingness.

Is it really nothingness?

She went into the bathroom and took a shower to wake herself up and calm herself down.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw news from the WeChat class group. It turned out that there was a calligraphy and painting competition at the beginning of the school year, and everyone was encouraged to actively participate.

She looked at her delicate hands, hesitated for a moment, walked into her father's study room, unfolded the rice paper, picked up a brush, dipped in ink and started to write.

I just wrote a poem casually, and the handwriting was exactly the same as that in nothingness.

This is the effect that she was unable to achieve when her father forced her to learn calligraphy in the past years.

It's really not a dream!

Looking at the words and then at her own hands, she was very excited.If it was a dream, she would never be able to achieve such accomplishments in calligraphy because of a dream. She was able to wear books, and she can be sure that she was wearing books. During those 20 years, every day and night was a real experience.

She suddenly rejoiced, rejoicing and rejoicing, then thought of the last hour and space again, what is that poem?

She couldn't find the answer for the time being, so she didn't bother, took the phone and replied the message that she was going to participate in the calligraphy competition.

In the small group in the dormitory, the roommates began to run on her: Didn't they say that her handwriting is ugly, why are you still participating?It's a shame, don't say we are in the same dormitory, hehe.

She smiled and replied: "Fuck you, school won't start until half a month away. I study hard and work hard, and I am determined to win glory for the dormitory."

In the small group in the dormitory, the chat gradually became lively, from the calligraphy and painting competition to the latest weather, the latest news, skin care products, the next semester's research, and then chat about idols and boyfriends.

It's business as usual, nothing has changed.

A roommate teased her: Xiaoshi, you broke up for eight or nine months, right?Why haven't you found a new boyfriend, why can't you let go?

Another roommate also expressed concern: How about introducing my cousin to you, the one you saw last time, he looks good, right?

She immediately refused, and Song Ze's face appeared in her mind.

Never dreamed of him in reality, but Chuan Shu had dreamed of him many times.

She pulled down the WeChat conversation list, and only at the bottom did she find Song Ze. The note was still "My Little Song Ci".This remark corresponds to the remark "My Little Tang Poetry" that Song Ze gave her back then.

Click on it, and the last message is the blessing message he sent her at midnight on New Year's Eve this year.

Going forward is the New Year's Eve New Year's blessing text message.

She flipped through dozens of items, opened the input box with her finger, hesitated for a long time, and finally went back to the list and put down the phone.

His eyes fell on the "Girl's Poetry Collection" at hand, and he recalled everything he had experienced in his mind. Except for the last time and space, there seemed to be nothing left of other feelings.

She sighed, but her heart was still entangled with the poems of the last time and space, which trapped her like a lock that could not be solved.The more I thought about it, the more I got stuck, so I simply picked up the book and went back to my room, turned on the computer and started searching the Internet for poems about the princess.

Before she knew it, it was already dark, and she still couldn't find anything that she thought matched. After several days of searching, they were all fruitless. Later, she asked her roommates, girlfriends, friends, classmates, etc., but still found nothing, so she finally gave up.

More than two months later, she was nestled in the dormitory reading a book, and suddenly her roommate asked, "Xiaoshi, did you write this poem?"

"What poem?" she asked casually.

"Untitled" on the cover of this "Girl's Anthology of Poems of Boudoir Complaints"." The roommate read, "In the past, when the war broke out, bandits invaded the land of Chu. There were unscrupulous generals to protect the country, and the princess went to northern Xinjiang. Yanshan communicated with Haoyu, and Hongyan broke the news. .The brocade skirt of the golden house does not need an inch of heart. Thinking about the king for three cold and hot summers, when will I return to the south."

She was startled suddenly: "Let me see." She quickly walked over and snatched the book away, and saw this poem in the folded cover.

Calligraphy with hard pens combines rigidity and softness, and the unity of form and spirit.The handwriting is three points familiar, but I can't remember it.

"No." This book was borrowed from the library. She didn't know who wrote this poem, maybe it was written by a classmate who also loves poetry.

"I don't know much about poetry, but the writing is beautiful, so I think the person is as handsome as the writing." The roommate said with a smile, "I'll check it out to see if there is any fate."

Another roommate joked: "Don't have a good-looking word, but you can't do it, so your work is wasted."

"Shut your crow's mouth!"

Sitting at the desk, Tang Xiaoshi was still thinking about that poem. If she guessed correctly, the last poem she entered was this poem by the unknown author.

Just in time, a piece of good news came out from the class group. Her calligraphy won No. 2, and the hall on the first floor of the library was on display.

After a while of congratulations, a classmate sent a message: No.1 turned out to be a collaboration between two people.Then attached a picture.

Tang Xiaoshi was stunned at the first glance, and hurriedly clicked on the big picture, zoomed in and looked at it carefully, and then looked at the few lines of words on the side, as if struck by lightning.Next to it was signed by two people.

Sui Yuan, Song Ze.

"Xiaoshi, could this Song Ze be..." the roommate looked at her and asked in a low voice.

She was stunned for a while, then said, "I'll go to the library." She grabbed her phone and bag and ran out.

Many students in the library hall were admiring the works of this competition, and she saw the long-axis painting placed in the most prominent position at first sight.

She walked closer and looked at the painting carefully.

Lonely mountain, single tree, sunset, wasteland, river, distant people...

"The autumn wind is rustling, the autumn grass is yellow, the autumn water flows into Heyang, and there is a tree named Baishou on the top of the mountain, half of which is locust tree and half mulberry..." She whispered the inscription next to the painting.

She didn't find the lyrics of this piece of music on the Internet, and it obviously only appeared in the time and space traveled.She should be the only one in this world who knows why it appears in the paintings made by Song Ze and Sui Yuan?

How did they know the words of this tune?

Song Ze also wears books?

She felt a little absurd.

But isn't it absurd to wear books?

She looked at it for a long time, then turned around and was about to leave, when she unexpectedly saw a tall and thin figure standing a few meters behind and looking at her, wearing loose casual clothes, the one she bought with him back then.

He was carrying a backpack with a tennis racket in his hand and a string of bodhi beads wrapped around his wrist.

She stared at the string of bodhi beads in a daze, it was a small item she bought casually when they went out to play together, and she wrapped it around his wrist when she thought it looked good.

He didn't like wearing this kind of thing on his wrist. She insisted that it looked good, so he didn't take it off. Later, he didn't wear it because the rope broke. She thought he threw it away, but he didn't expect him to keep it. Wrapped around the wrist again.

Catching her gaze, he smiled and walked over.

"Congratulations." The voice was as warm and soft as before.

"Congratulations." She smiled and glanced at the painting.

"I……"

"I……"

The two spoke at the same time, and stopped politely at the same time.

"You should talk first!" Song Ze said with a smile.

Tang Xiaoshi thought about her words and said: "I didn't know that your calligraphy and painting are so good before, and the music and paintings complement each other."

Song Ze was stunned for a moment: "Quzici? Do you know this is a Quzici?"

She did not answer.

Song Ze was a little excited and asked, "Do you know the source of this song?"

This time Tang Xiaoshi was surprised: "You don't know?"

Song Ze shook his head sincerely, and said with a smile: "I had a dream during the summer vacation. I couldn't remember the dream after waking up, but I remembered this folk tune and the story behind this tune. I couldn't forget it no matter what. I kept checking Can't find the source."

dream?

But she was not dreaming.

She looked at the painting to indicate Sui Yuan's name, and asked tentatively, "Does this friend of yours not know?"

"He said that he had a vague impression of such a story, but he had never heard the lyrics. This painting was created by me and him based on this folk song and the story behind it."

While talking, a tall man walked by. Originally, Song Ze was relatively tall, but he was taller than Song Ze by a forehead.

"Your friend?" Someone asked Song Ze.

Tang Xiaoshi's heart skipped a beat when she saw the person's face, and she couldn't help but took a half step back.

"What's wrong? Do I look fierce?" The boy touched his cheek with a sunny smile.Tang Xiaoshi felt a little terrified, but she could only bite the bullet and say with a smile: "No."

"Introduce!" The boy slapped Song Ze.

Song Ze was stunned for a moment, then gestured to a piece of writing next to him. The boy looked over and said with a smile, "Tang Xiaoshi? It's the first time I've seen a girl who can write so well."

Tang Xiaoshi smiled and said, "Thank you."

Song Ze introduced her again: "Sui Yuan, from the same department, my new roommate."

"Hello." Sui Yuan smiled and stretched out his hand.

Tang Xiaoshi wanted to take another step back, but finally held back, clenched her fists and didn't reach out.

Song Ze felt Tang Xiaoshi's embarrassment, glared at Sui Yuan's hand, and threw the backpack to him.

Tang Xiaoshi looked up at Sui Yuan's face, felt uneasy again, and said: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." She left the library as if fleeing.

Holding the backpack, Sui Yuan turned around and looked at the distant figure, tilted his head and asked Song Ze teasingly, "What kind of friend are you?"

Song Ze squinted at him: "What do you want to do?"

Sui Yuan chuckled: "If you want to develop into a boyfriend-girlfriend type of friend, brother, congratulate you on getting a beautiful woman back. If it's an ordinary friend, you can wish my brother that I get a beautiful woman back."

Song Zebai grabbed the backpack and walked out.

Sui Yuan immediately followed up: "Song Ze, give me a word. If you don't answer, I will assume that you are just an ordinary friend. This Tang Xiaoshi has both talents and looks, which is quite interesting, and looks very cute, my ideal type."

Song Ze ignored him, and went out of the library to the gymnasium.

Sui Yuan followed closely behind, still muttering.

Tang Xiaoshi returned to the dormitory, but her heart was still not calm.

She never expected that Sui Yuan's appearance was exactly the same as Li Qu's in the last hour of the sky.

Is this just a coincidence?

She shook her head slightly, denying it.

That painting, that song lyrics, none of this is a coincidence.

They were all in that time and space, but they forgot, but she clearly remembered.

Xiao Dai died, she died under the crossbow arrows of Beiyong people, whether she died in the hands of Li Qu, she has no way of knowing, but it is inevitable that it was his order.

Xiao Dai is his concubine, and because of her defeat, she was taken back by Liang Guo, and Zhao Lin took it back, which is a great shame to him, and it is not impossible for him to want to kill.As long as Xiao Dai died on the battlefield, it wouldn't be considered an insult to him, and she could even make a big fuss.

Seeing Li Qu's face in reality made her tremble unavoidably.

Why did he become Song Ze's roommate?

Lying on the bed with her head covered, her mind was in turmoil. When her roommate talked to her, she pretended to be asleep and ignored everyone.

Until there was a message on the phone, she picked it up casually, and it turned out that Song Ze had sent her a message.

There is only one sentence: Xiaoshi, I'm sorry, I love you.

The author has something to say:

This is the end of this article, thank you for your support and company all the way, thank you~

The next book will be "Damn the King" The way the king loves his wife specially

One-sentence introduction: After refusing to marry, how to survive under the hands of the ex-fiancé

In the battle for the heir apparent, all the female family members of the Marquis of Yin'an's mansion acted as camp prostitutes.

On the first day of becoming a prostitute, Yin Fuyun met his "rival" the Prince of Yong'an County.

Li Xin, Prince of Yong'an County, liked Yin Fuyun for eight years.

That year when he came to propose marriage, the other party listed [-] reasons and sternly rejected the marriage, which became the biggest joke in the whole capital.

Angry, he went far to the northwest, and vowed that when he took power in his hands, he would forcefully marry Yin Fuyun back to his residence, pamper her in every possible way, and when she couldn't do without him, he would ruthlessly divorce her.

He didn't expect this day to come so unexpectedly!

On the first night back to camp, he met the person who was pretending to be his younger sister...

"Tonight, the king of this county has served you comfortably. Maybe the king of this county took you into the house for the sake of 'Sister Ling'."

For several days in succession, the soldiers watched the county king come back with his back supported.

"Dance a dance for the king of this county today. If you can't satisfy the king of this county, go to the racecourse to clean the manger."

Within two days, the soldiers discovered that the injured hand of the king of the county had been bandaged into orchid fingers by recruits in the tent.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Zhoucheng to buy a roast leg of lamb for the king of this county. As long as it is freshly roasted by Mengji on Taichang Street, the meat will still be hot when you eat it."

The next day, the recruits did not come back.

The soldiers saw that the county king's eyes were red, and he galloped madly towards the city of Zhou on his horse.

There is also a fast-traveling article in advance of "The Fiance He Is Everywhere"

The full text is 1v1, fantasy, male protagonist with a sunny and docile appearance and a devilish heart + a female protagonist who is domineering on the outside and delicate and gentle on the inside.

The imperial examination drama "Golden List (Imperial Examination)" criminal courtiers VS princess team up to change the world

In Gengwen Gutan "Dare to Pull the General Off the Horse" sand sculpture (cover face)

Once again, thank you sisters for your support, thank you!

If there is a fate, I will see you next time, but if there is no fate, each will be well.