In the blink of an eye, it was Xingsitian again, and it was by the Yangtze River. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Murong Pei was standing on the riverside facing Bagua Continent at this time, she was wearing a typical current student uniform, a well-fitting thin cotton robe, a white cotton scarf blown by the river breeze, and a pure and beautiful face, which looked youthful and flying.

And there were two beauties standing beside her, the one holding hands with her was slightly taller than her, with thin eyebrows and two big eyes, Jiang Feng outlined the convex and concave figure hidden behind the women's cotton robe.

This woman is Murong Pei, Huo Xiaoshan's friend at school, Shen Xiaoman.

If Murong Pei's temperament is like a lily in the mountains and fields that is fresh and elegant, then Shen Xiaoman is like a blooming rose, and he can always provoke the hot eyes of men in the crowd.

The other woman standing next to them was a few years younger than them, a little older than them, with elegant facial features and a gentle temperament, it was Zhao Wenxuan, who was also a teacher and friend with Murong Pei.

Murong Pei and Shen Xiaoman were both smiling at this time, looking at a boy standing opposite them.

"Today, the professor came up with a new pair, and I was the only one in the class who answered it." The boy's expression when he spoke was extremely rich, his nose, eyes and mouth moved together when he spoke, and the round glasses on the bridge of his nose trembled, coupled with his figure that was too slender for a man, it always made people feel funny.

"What's uplink?" The two women asked

"The professor's uplink is, 'Dare to ask what life is?' The bespectacled young man was like an old man, one hand on his chin downward, and the other hand was flung back by the white scarf that the river breeze had blown to his chest.

"Dare to ask what life is like?" Murong Pei repeated in a low voice, trying to find a suitable link.

"Great poet, don't sell it, tell me your answer!" Shen Xiaoman was obviously used to seeing this person's burden, so he wanted to listen to the answer directly.

This so-called poet still repeats in that subdued tone like an old Confucian: "Dare to ask the geometry of life? ”

"Are you still finished?" Shen Xiaoman grabbed the white way.

The poet thought that he was frightened by her, so he hurriedly changed his attitude and tone, and his originally tall and tall little chest immediately leaned down, and his originally lofty face with a very retro atmosphere was immediately filled with flattering folds, and the two eyes that were originally very big were instantly squeezed into a pair of mung bean-like eyes, and the two thin little lips said a sentence: "Let's talk about the triangle of love." ”

"Cut!" Two beauties pouted together.

"Dare to ask the right and talk, life is to love, geometry is to triangle. The properties of words are relative, especially the geometric pair trigonometry, which can be used as mathematical terms. It's just a genius like me who can come up with it, it's really eternal, haha......" Regarding the attitude of the two beauties, the boy didn't care about it, but looked narcissistic.

Murong Pei and Shen Xiaoman thought about it, except that he was really a little embarrassed about the right content, and the pair was really right, and they couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Wenxuan smiled silently, she was originally a student, and she was used to seeing all kinds of naughty students, not to mention that in terms of talent and aura, who could overshadow her?

The so-called poet also knew that Zhao Wenxuan had an easy-going personality and didn't like to talk much, and he was not afraid of her.

"What are you laughing at, are our pistachios offering treasure again?" A small boat with a canopy unconsciously leaned up in the conversation of the three people on the dock, and the person who spoke stood at the bow of the boat, it was Wei Jianxing, wearing a military uniform, and he looked particularly neat, and next to him stood Huo Xiaoshan and Shen Chong.

An old man and a little girl at the back of the boat were also waving to them, both dressed as fishermen, it was the little girl and her grandfather.

Huo Xiaoshan lived his soldier career in the military academy, and Murong Pei became a college student.

It's a habit for them to stay together every Saturday.

Although quite a lot of the time they often go to Song Zijun to accompany their mother, but young people are always passionate years, there is no one who doesn't like group life, in the free time of vacation, Huo Xiaoshan has also formed a circle of peers.

It's a strange group combination. Among the girls are Murong Pei and Shen Xiaoman, as well as Zhao Wenxuan, who is also a teacher and friend.

Among the boys are Huo Xiaoshan, Shen Chong, and Wei Jianxing, but there is one more young poet.

Of course, the title of poet is his own pride, his name is Mu Yan, but he joined this circle because of Murong Pei's friend Shen Xiaoman.

This Shen Xiaoman is already extremely beautiful in appearance, but versatile, in order to avoid more suitors around her, she chose a flower messenger for herself, this flower messenger is the last one in this group - Mu Yan, he is also a student at a university in Nanjing.

He and Shen Xiaoman have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and the two families are world friends, so they were invited by Shen Xiaoman to replace him as his boyfriend.

"The boat is coming," the three people on the shore laughed and jumped from the improvised trestle to the boat.

As soon as the boat opened, the boat moved forward in the water of the Yangtze River.

Today is Saturday, but these people met to take a boat to the river to play, just now Huo Xiaoshan and the three of them went to find the fishing boat of the little girl.

After not seeing Huo Xiaoshan for a week, Murong Pei felt as if he had endless words with Xiaoshanzi, so as soon as he pulled Huo Xiaoshan, the two of them got into the canopy.

"What are you laughing at?" Huo Xiaoshan asked with a smile on his face when he saw Murong Pei.

"I'm thinking about the pair that Mu Yan said just now, 'Dare to ask about the geometry of life, and talk about the triangle of love'" Murong Pei replied.

"What a living treasure!" Huo Xiaoshan also smiled.

"This is interesting, Xiao Man also told me about an incident when he was in middle school, which is funny." Murong Pei had long been accustomed to telling Huo Xiaoshan what he had seen and heard during the week, and Huo Xiaoshan was also the most qualified listener every time.

Murong Pei continued: "When Mu Yan was in middle school, he also went to a Western-style school, and he learned mathematics very well at the same table.

On one occasion, the gentleman gave him a lecture at the same table. It just so happened that both of them were short-sighted, and neither of them wore glasses, so both of them naturally lowered their heads in order to see clearly.

So when the poet saw this scene, he said to the students around him, this situation and this scene hit a marine animal, and the classmates couldn't guess it, so he said complacently as just now, the answer, shrimp (blind)

"Hehe, does he lack virtue?" Huo Xiaoshan was really amused, although he occasionally talked poorly when he was with people close to him, but he had never been so poor.

"That's right, I heard him mutter, he talked about people at the time, but now he is also short-sighted. Xiaoshanzi, what do you call it when you study Buddhism? ”

"The Present World." Huo Xiaoshan replied with a smile.