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The dusk dims, the golden-edged sunset in the western sky is perfectly round at this time, its rays dazzling, piercing the eyes, yet it seems dreamlike, so unreal. The last bit of remaining sunlight, brilliant with golden light, sinks the heavens and waters the day.

Sunlight slants across from the Western Mountain, wrapping everything on the ground in a hazy rose hue.

The warm spring breeze constantly brushes, as if a hand is constantly stirring, reddening the sun like a woman's shy face. But its harmful rays seem to have been taken away by someone; they're no longer eye-piercing but instead are very soft and bright.

It gently retreats westward, like a pretty girl, tender and quiet.

There are a few clouds at the edge of the sky, spotless, set against the blue sky.

In the evening sunset scene, Dai Yu continues to read, but at this moment, her mind is completely blank, unable to take in a word. Gradually, scenes from last night with Wang Xiaoqiang appear in her mind,

Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly pounces, Dai Yu's hand softens, the book she's holding falls...

Wang Xiaoqiang picks up the book and hands it back to her, saying, "Dai Yu, you, you continue reading; I just enjoy the focused look you have when reading and appreciate this intellectual beauty—it's a kind of enjoyment for me..."

Hearing this, Dai Yu's cheeks turn red, but she still obediently takes the book, pretending to read seriously. Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoqiang begins...

"What, what are you planning to do?" Dai Yu asks shyly, with some panic, some confusion, some fear.

"Dai Yu, we can read and... heh heh..." Wang Xiaoqiang laughs mischievously.

"Hey, hey?" Dai Yu becomes puzzled and asks, "What does hey mean?"

Wang Xiaoqiang is momentarily shocked, then helplessly gives a dry swallow and says, "Hey means... it's what we did together last night?"

Dai Yu is also a smart person, hearing this, how could she not understand Wang Xiaoqiang's mischief! Instantly, the flush on her face spreads to the neck as fair as jade, but she doesn't outright refuse, only glances at Wang Xiaoqiang both lovingly and resentfully, saying, "You're so bad!"

"A man isn't bad, a woman won't love him," Wang Xiaoqiang says,

Dai Yu halfheartedly pushes back and forth, eventually going along with it, yet unexpectedly, midway, Wang Xiaoqiang proposes a demand, which is somewhat excessive: "Dai Yu, recite a poem to me... recite seriously..."

"What poem should I recite?"

"Follow my lead and recite..."

"Mm, okay!"

"Flowers send charm to lass, willows sway their waists, Goddess steals glances at the moonlit kiln, lad embraces Spring Breeze Zither gently plays, sis greets autumn rain atop nine heights."

"Ah, this, such poems, I, I just cannot recite..."

"Dai Yu, though this poem is somewhat vulgar and unrefined, unfit for elegance, don't you find it quite fitting for the current atmosphere?"

"Do I really have to recite it?" Dai Yu softly mutters, as if dreaming.

"Of course, this poem will be our fun verse between the sheets in the future!"

"Mm, ah, uh, okay, okay then..." Dai Yu can't even hear what she herself is saying...

...

The next afternoon, after school, Tian Yunyi invites Wang Xiaoqiang into her family's Pill Room; as they reach the door of the Pill Room, they see Boss Tian waiting outside to greet them, much more enthusiastic compared to the last time.

After some pleasantries, Tian Yunyi eventually invites Wang Xiaoqiang into a refined room. At this time, a large table is set up in the room, with a large piece of rice paper prepared on it, complete with all writing tools,

An elegant lady sits in front of the table; at a glance, she seems to be in her twenties but also possesses the freshness and slight awkwardness of a teenage girl. Upon closer inspection, she shows the calmness and composure of a woman in her thirties, and in her gestures, there's unexpectedly the mature charm of a woman in her forties,

Three totally different styles at different ages, three distinctly layered feminine attributes miraculously contained in her body, she's completely like a perfectly blended cocktail, seamless.

Her face is like a meticulously crafted painting, undoubtedly exquisite,

Icy beauty, captivating... enchanting!

Enchanting is her aura.

The chill originates from the aloofness in her expression, the charm comes from her gentle eyes and the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth,

The first impression she gave Wang Xiaoqiang was detached from literature and art, completely lacking the aura of a talented female scholar, like an exceptionally alluring and multifaceted woman, making her age and background hard to discern.

Any man with a tendency for lust, upon seeing her, would be stirred immeasurably,

Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't believe the woman in front was Ye Junqing, inconsistent with his imagination of her as a talented poet.

However, Tian Yunyi's introduction contradicted his judgment, directly introducing, "Little Qiang, this is Ye Junqing, Junqing, this is Wang Xiaoqiang." The two exchanged glances and then shook hands formally.

"Hello, I am Ye Junqing."

Wang Xiaoqiang held her little hand, feeling a soft smoothness; even in a brief touch, Wang Xiaoqiang felt the moist and sleek texture of her skin,

Wang Xiaoqiang, who was well-versed and knowledgeable, was slightly surprised in his heart, yet externally remained composed and continued to chat happily, saying, "I heard from Yunyi that Ye's painting has reached the realm where silence gives sound, today I really must open my eyes..."

Ye Junqing gave a faint smile and said, "I've read Wang's poems, they're really good, very classic, I'm really looking forward to you creating better verses today..."

"Hehe, then Ye, you go first!" Wang Xiaoqiang replied.

"You should go first, based on what poem you write, I'll paint accordingly..." Ye Junqing politely deferred.

Everyone knows, when poetry meets painting, they should naturally correspond, the poet reflects and includes elements in the visual, the painter depicts visual elements from verses, whoever goes first has great flexibility, but the latter creator faces considerable limitations.

Wang Xiaoqiang, borrowing from the ancients and having talents, didn't dare to overextend himself, so accepting Ye Junqing's deference, he took the opportunity his stride, offered thanks, and began to write...

"Two yellow orioles chirp amid verdant willows, one row of white egrets ascends into the blue sky, the window captures Xiling's timeless snow, the door moors Eastern Wu's distant ships..." (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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