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"Hello, Song Ci."

The pale yellow moonlight like a marigold pours down, and the night in Senevia is as quiet as a mirror.

In response, a tall man with a straight back stood under the shade of the clear forest.His face was as delicate as the moonlight tonight, but also as cold as the moonlight.

"Master, hello brother. My name is Tang Shi."

There was a boy standing in front of the man. In comparison, one could feel his gentle temperament just from a distance.After simply answering the word Tang Poetry, a blush appeared on his face.

Tang Shi's face was about the size of a palm, with a pair of clear and big eyes embedded in the smooth skin of goose eggs.

It is a clean handsome.

When the two met for the first time, Song Ci was not good at talking. The boy named Tang Shi in front of him seemed shyer than him.

Fortunately, Tang Shi greeted him very proactively and politely. Seeing Tang Shi rubbing her hands in a panic, she put down her luggage with one hand, and stepped forward.The corner of the mouth was raised very high, but he couldn't hide his timid bow to shake hands with Song Ci.

Song Ci has never paid attention to such things as dealing with colleagues.If it weren't for the fact that Tang Shi was his father's beloved disciple, and he had inexplicably agreed to the scene of "Tang Poetry and Song Ci" with him, Song Ci would never appear in this place at this moment.

Although Song Ci didn't show any signs of boredom, his expression was indifferent.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Tang Shi scratched her head and replied with a smile, "Brother, I'm really sorry. I just came to Micheng to disturb you."

After Tang Shi finished speaking, she raised her head and bumped into Song Ci's narrow and deep Ruifeng eyes, as if she was even more embarrassed.

Poetry?

Are you kidding?

Song Ci put his hands in his trouser pockets, thinking to himself, and looked at him thoughtfully.

In fact, seriously speaking, it was not the first time the two met. In Song Ci's memory, this kid seemed to have stayed at home for a summer vacation when he was in junior high school.

It's just that at that time he didn't care about other things, let alone this young man.

But when Song Ci looked at it, Tang Shi's little eyes had nowhere to rest.He explained in a panic, "No, Brother Song Ci. My name is indeed Tang Shi."

"I know." Song Ci raised his eyelids, glanced at him briefly, and responded calmly.

His name is Tang Shi, how could he not know?

First of all, he was curious about who, like him, was born with a touch of Chinese classical literature without shame.Secondly, he was very curious about what was different about this first disciple whom his father had always praised.

But obviously, meeting for the first time.Song Ci didn't seem to have anything worthy of his eyes except that this kid blushed and was timid.

Seeing that he was timid, Song Ci didn't say anything more.Just raised his thick black brows slightly, then let go of the hand he was holding, turned around and replied, "Got it."

"My old man asked me to take care of you. Of course I will take care of you."

Song Ciyun spoke lightly, just a few words, and then walked ahead naturally.

"Yeah. Thank you, brother, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Tang Shi responded, and after reacting for a while, she hurriedly followed behind with her big and small bags.

Tang Shi trotted, he only had one suitcase, which Song Minglang bought for him before going abroad, and the rest of the luggage were cloth bags and sacks.Large and small packages are completely out of touch with the international atmosphere of Mi City.

Tang Shi's home is in the countryside.Because he studied under Song Minglang, the father of Song Ci (a gold medal diplomat of Huangfu Foreign Affairs University, a doctoral supervisor and professor of the Department of Translation), coupled with his excellent grades, he was recommended as a public-funded international student in the first year of high school. .As an exchange student, I came to Michel High School, which is recognized as No.1 in the field of international translation and diplomacy.

Song Ci is tall, looking from a distance, it seems to be 1.9 meters.

He walked very fast, and he didn't care about the fact that there was another person behind him.

Although Tang Shi is a rural child, her body is strong, and she seems to be about 1.7 meters tall.What's more surprising is that although he does farm work at home all year round, his skin is naturally fair after following his mother.The days of basking in the sun are dark, but the days of returning to white are also fast.

"I'll take you to the dormitory. But I have classes in the evening. If you have anything to do, you can call me."

The fast-paced footsteps stopped abruptly.

Song Ci finally remembered to look back at Tang Shi.

"what?"

Tang Shi paused.But Tang Shi only cared about carrying the luggage, and she was so tired that she was sweating profusely all the way, she stopped abruptly, and the cloth bag fell to the ground with a thud.

Rolled a bit, stained with a layer of dust.

Frowning slightly, Song Ci seemed a little unable to bear such a person.

With Song Ci's superior living environment, he has never seen such a reckless... earthy boy...

"Yeah! Good! Thank you, brother!"

Naturally, Tang Shi was also embarrassed. He timidly blocked his feet in front of the worn-out cloth bag, and his face blushed from exhaustion or embarrassment.

Out of politeness, Song Ci suppressed the boredom in his heart and eased his brows.He replied lightly, "It's okay."

After Song Ci finished speaking, he turned back unceremoniously again.

Looking at Song Ci's back, Tang Shi swallowed hard.

The rush all the way and the excitement at the moment made his mouth dry.

In this life, it was probably the first time for him to be so flustered and embarrassed.

And not just because he doesn't fit in here.

It is because of Song Ci.

Song Ci was seven years older than him.But at the age of 24, he has countless glory.

This is the youngest translator at Huangfu Academy.

This is a leader in the translation industry who can stir up waves in the world translation forum.

He is in Qionglou Yuyu without knowing it.But he is the dream and yearning of countless people.It is also the idol and yearning in the heart of Tang poetry.