However, everyone around me seems to have a tacit understanding. Her name is Tang Shi. Who let everyone's first work be 300 Tang poems?

When reading in the morning, naughty boys in the same class always say loudly, Tang Shi, Tang Shi, come here, let's read Tang poetry.

Then everyone burst into laughter.

Miss Tang was so angry that she lay on the table and cried out of breath, but the stalk stuck behind her like a prank until she went to college.

When I grew up, Mr. Tang applied for the first QQ account. The name is, my name is not Tang Poetry.

That was in 2004, the first night when Mr. Tang got the college admission notice, a man sneaked into a crowded Internet cafe, registered his first little penguin, and then solemnly wrote in the name column: My name is not Tang Poetry.

The air conditioner on the wall creaked, and the cold air came and went. Mr. Tang lay contentedly in his chair and began to fantasize about the coming college life.

However, what Mr. Tang didn't expect was that his college life would begin with the confession of Song Ci.

It was the first day of class after the military training, because it didn't start until ten o'clock in the morning. Teacher Tang slipped into the school computer room first.

The computer room is full of old-fashioned desktop computers. The chassis is heavy, the mouse squeaks, and the network speed is like an old locomotive dragging many cars, and the pants keep rubbing. But even such a simple environment can't stop the agitation and enthusiasm of a group of young people.

There was a long queue outside the computer room early in the morning. Teacher Tang, carrying a schoolbag, quietly hid in a corner, like a good boy.

The autumn tiger was still in full swing that day, and everyone crowded together and sweated. Shishi Tang took out an Introduction to Mao Zedong Thought from his schoolbag, and looked like no one was watching, unaware that there were bright eyes watching him behind him.

Finally, I was assigned to myself. Teacher Tang swiped my student ID card, and it was empty. Fortunately, the computer in this position didn't go on strike, so that Teacher Tang successfully logged into the QQ account, and the little penguin with a bow jumped out.

But Mr. Tang didn't talk much, just hung there to upgrade. Her account is still very new, with only two little stars. She really wants to have a grandson soon, so that she has a lot of authority.

Leisure time always passes quickly. Teacher Tang looked at it. It was almost 10 o'clock. She quickly packed her schoolbag and went out. She didn't know that a boy took her seat after she left, and she didn't know that the QQ login interface would keep her login account.

This account is like a doomed red line, connecting her with Song Ci.

Mr. Tang, who went to the computer room again on Saturday morning, just logged into QQ and received a friend application named Song Ci.

Teacher Tang has no habit of making friends with strangers, but this unusual name has attracted her attention.

She curled her lips. It is enough to have a self named Tang poetry in this world. Anyway, there are even people named Song Ci.

She clicked on the personal information column of Song Ci and found that the name in the school column was the same as her own, so she was still an alumnus.

Teacher Tang thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Of course, Song Ci is not called Song Ci, but actually called Song Ci.

He is very satisfied with his name, much better than Zhang Qiang and Wang Wei who can be seen everywhere in the street. He has been confessed by girls several times. In addition to his long crooked face and good academic performance, this literary name also gave him a lot of points.

That day, he saw the girl in front of him actually dig out the "rough outline" of everyone's headache from her schoolbag. She looked very serious and found it very interesting.

The girl has long hair shawl and fine eyes, and a furry little teddy is hung on the red schoolbag chain. Sweat dripped from her white face, as if dripping into the heart of Song Ci.

Song Ci didn't think it was love at first sight, but she watched Rapunzel enter the computer room, and then secretly chose a nearby machine. After the girl left, she told the teacher that her computer was really unusable and wanted to change to the position where Rapunzel had just sat.

Very smoothly, Song Ci turned on the computer and the QQ login interface popped up. He wrote a string of numbers on the top, then entered the search bar, and soon a name popped up: My name is not Tang Poetry.

Song Cile, what an interesting girl.

If Song Ci didn't want to admit that he was attracted by superficial appearance at first, then the name seemed to give him a reason for self-confidence, a reason for him to find a teacher in the Tang Dynasty.

If a girl's appearance and soul attract her, isn't it natural to pursue this girl?

Confident Song Ci sent a friend application, but he was not sure whether the girl who told me that I was not a Tang poem would agree. But in the vast sea of people, there is only this futile hope, and there is no other way out for Song Ci.

In those days, Song Ci ran to the computer room as soon as he was free, expecting the application to pass. Finally, on Saturday morning five days later, he saw the good news from the little penguin. I'm not a Tang poet, but I'm a good friend, so we can start chatting formally.

Song Ci was very excited. What made him ecstatic was that her head was still on, indicating that Rapunzel was surfing the Internet, even in the same computer room.

This discovery turned Song Ci into a detective at once. He carefully scanned the rows of positions and then locked on a target.

It's still the same girl, with a conspicuous red backpack and a small teddy bear lock, but this time her hair is tied up, as refreshing as chewing mint in summer.

Song Ci made a careful expression, and then numerous chat-up routines floated through his mind, but what he typed out was an unremarkable sentence: Hello, my name is Song Ci, majoring in computer science in Grade 03.

Many years later, teachers in the Tang Dynasty will still remember the first time they saw Song Ci. Because his appearance seems careless and deliberate for a long time, every point is just right.

He said his name was Song Ci, and Mr. Tang was stabbed in the heart. She felt that the boy must have been dragged down by his name for some time.

She asked, Song Ci, do you like your name?

Song ci soon showed a puzzled expression.

Teacher Tang made a depressed expression and said that because he was clearly called Teacher Tang, he was always called Tang Poetry by others. She doesn't like it.

Song ci gave a wry smile and said solemnly, then I will call you a teacher, so that you have nothing to do with Tang poetry.

In fact, Mr. Tang doesn't like being called by someone who doesn't know him at all, but there seems to be no reason to refuse this time.

Teacher, suddenly someone called his name loudly.

Then a boy's head came out in the first three rows. His hair was not short, his face was not black, he was neither tall nor short, and he had an ordinary gray shirt, old jeans and several pairs of gray sneakers.

This is my first impression of Song Ci. An ordinary boy who can be submerged in the crowd is like scrambled eggs with tomatoes that can be eaten every day in the canteen, and there is no surprise.

Therefore, when Song Ci invited her to eat in the canteen, Teacher Tang deliberately avoided scrambled eggs with tomatoes, although this was her usual dish.

Teacher Tang likes to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but that doesn't mean he will like boys with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

But the confidence at the other end of Song Ci is endless. He can wear sparse slippers to the door of Tang Normal University's dormitory and deliver the hottest eggs and stuffing cakes. He can also be a good student with Tang Normal University on a beautiful weekend morning when he is sleepy.

What moved Mr. Tang most was that he would carefully sharpen her pencil, prepare a black fountain pen and eraser, put them in a pencil case properly, and then don't forget to write down the address and time of the examination room on a small note. But the next day, I will still lead Mr. Tang to find the examination room from classroom to classroom with trepidation, and then quietly watch Mr. Tang come in with a red backpack.

Teacher Tang said it was false that she was not moved. It was definitely not a bad thing to have such a proper and meticulous suitor, so when Song Ci asked her to go to the snack street at the back door of the school, she didn't refuse.

It was a late autumn night and the autumn wind was chilly, but Mr. Tang still stubbornly wore his favorite floral dress, beige thin coat and white canvas shoes on his feet.

Song Ci came by bike, wearing a white shirt and jeans and smiling. In the moonlight, like a knight in a white cloak.

Mr. Tang lightly straddled the back seat, his long hair spread out, and his eyebrows looked like Maggie Cheung in honey.

People come and go in the back street of the school, steaming hot, Changsha stinky tofu and Osmanthus Jelly are together, the snail powder next door is scallion mixed noodles, and Shishi Tang's favorite egg filling cake is full of happiness.

In this tacky and lively street, Song Ci in a white shirt is like a boy who is free from vulgarity. The first time he came to earth with his beloved girl, the bicycle under his feet was his hot wheels.

Teacher Tang was moved.

Her long skirt floated past the back of Song Ci, and suddenly she said to Song Ci, Why aren't we together?

Song ci exclaims happily, as if it were blown by autumn wind, and his shirt swells and he is in high spirits. The bicycle began to accelerate, and Mr. Tang's heart and long hair flew together.

Young love always comes easily, just because you have a bike that can take me across the streets, and then we eat a bowl of spicy snail powder and a dish of stinky tofu together.

However, campus love is easy to die in the curse of graduation season, and Song Ci and Tang Shi are no exception.

Three years later.

In the early summer of 2007, Tang Shi and Song Ci started a cold war, because Song Ci wanted to leave here for Beijing in June.

Song Ci is one year taller than Tang Shi, and his major is computer. He wants to travel to Beijing, because there is an Internet company in Beijing that he has been thinking about.

But Mr. Tang is unhappy. She felt that Song Ci left her on purpose. She hopes that Song Ci can stay in this beloved city for her, accompany her to graduate, and then get married and have children together, with children and grandchildren.

Song ci, which has always been good-tempered, rejected Mr. Tang for the first time. He calmly began to pack his bags in front of Mr. Tang, who was crying in a big mess.

He told Mr. Tang to go to Beijing to develop first, work hard there for a year and build a nest for them. Then I went directly after graduating from normal school in the Tang Dynasty, so as to avoid being displaced just after graduation.

This is the most correct gesture for love in Song Ci. However, Mr. Tang disagreed. She thinks that love between the two places is better than nothing. If a boy doesn't want to change himself for love, it is that he doesn't love, or that his love is not so pure.

At present, this teenager who promised to be together for life has hardened his wings and is about to spread his wings and fly.

So, on the day of Song's resignation, the aggrieved Master Tang didn't go to see him off, but hid in the dormitory to watch Blue Life and Death Love over and over again, and then asked his roommate to send a tomato and egg bibimbap until he burst into tears.

Xiao Sean said, I hope to be a tree in my next life, because the tree will not leave the place where it grows.

Unfortunately, I didn't accompany Sean to be a tree that will never move.

Watching itis-hee's car disappear in front of him, Mr. Tang cried until it was dark, and then pulled the black song and turned it off to sleep.

This is the climax and the end of their love.

When I loved someone the most, I actually broke up. Just as people are dying, they will churn out many memories of the past in their minds.

After leaving Song Ci, Mr. Tang began to miss Song Ci for a long time and missed the high-spirited teenager.

At that time, Song Ci waited at the train station until the last moment, and didn't wait for his beloved girl.

He is convinced that Master Tang will be the only close lover in his life and is willing to exchange rings with God through thick and thin.

However, gentle announcers have begun to urge passengers to check in as soon as possible. Facing the door of people coming and going, Song Ci is full of enthusiasm. He dialed a series of numbers, but what he heard was a polite and cold voice. Sorry, the phone you dialed is power off.

Song ci turned around and never looked back.

From then on, Tang Shi and Song Ci both disappeared into each other's world tacitly.

Teacher Tang really hacked Song Ci in a moment of resentment, but after more than a month of troubled sleep, she still unwillingly invited Song Ci back to the white list.

She thought that she would soon receive numerous phone calls and text messages from Song Ci. Unfortunately, the phone was ridiculously quiet that day, and she stayed on the table pitifully and did not move.

Song ci really forgot himself.

Teacher Tang was like a fish out of water, dying. Emotions from the beginning full of hope, to disappointment, to despair, to anger, wave after wave hit, let Mr. Tang fidget.

Teacher Tang didn't want to get through to Song Ci and asked if they broke up like this. But self-esteem is like a pair of stubborn and powerful hands, holding her tightly, unable to move.

Teacher Tang didn't dial the number after all, but he didn't delete it either. After she got through the most difficult days at the beginning, she found that graduation was just around the corner, so she submitted her resume, practiced and looked for a job. Life began to get busy and full of enthusiasm.

Song ci and love seem to become less important at the same time in graduation season. Teacher Tang is most concerned about whether he can find a place to sleep and get paid to support himself after leaving school.

However, for a moment, Master Tang seemed to understand the original decision of Song Ci. Because men's dreams are sometimes greater than love.

In the dead of night, she will miss Beijing's Song Ci over and over again.

However, Song Ci got off to a bad start in Beijing. His dream Internet company is very demanding, because he just graduated from a prestigious school and didn't even have an interview.

He had to find a small company first and continue to charge fees while working. The house is rented in the basement, with a bed, a table and a computer. The heating supply is always intermittent, because the quilt always smells moldy because it is wet.

On weekends, Song Ci hides in the library near his home and reads books all day. Sometimes when I am tired of reading, I secretly miss Teacher Tang.

A person's thoughts can sometimes be blatant, just like when Song Ci first pursued Teacher Tang, he went forward with the fearless courage of an ignorant person. But sometimes I can only hide in the corner unwillingly and write it silently over and over again. I miss you so much in Tang poetry and Song poetry.

It's not that he doesn't want to contact Mr. Tang. His anger at Mr. Tang lasted only a few hours. On that day, when he got off the train and saw these two huge words in Beijing, he wanted to call Mr. Tang and told her with great pride that in this crowded city, he would definitely give her a promise of a full house of children and grandchildren.

But in the first few days, Mr. Tang's phone couldn't get through, and the busy tone of DuDu made Song Ci fidgety. After a long time, I forgot the lyrics of the Song Dynasty. He has to find a place to live, find a job to support himself, and work hard to eat every meal.

He has to live well to live up to his decision when he left Tang Normal University.

Teacher Tang's number, lying quietly in his address book.

You are not qualified to love a girl in a wandering day, are you?

As a result, Song Ci disappeared silently, and like countless dream catchers who shuttled through the Beijing subway, they squeezed themselves into the prosperity of Beijing bit by bit.

Unexpectedly, it was a year and a half after seeing Mr. Tang again.

He finally got an interview under the recommendation of a well-connected graduate student. Then, after more than a year of solid work experience and constant charging, I finally got the Offer, and my salary doubled. Then he quickly moved out of the damp basement and rented a small one-bedroom apartment with a balcony. Although the price was much higher, Song Ci paid the rent without thinking.

He will try to live up to his promise to Shishi Tang.

After hearing the news, college students and colleagues and friends who worked hard together in Beijing asked Song Ci to invite them to dinner.

At the dinner table, Song Ci was surrounded by many people, who drank to his bright future, both sincere and hypocritical.

Between flowers, Song Ci is somewhat drunk.

The tipsy Song Ci asked himself, what's the point of such a beautiful future without Teacher Tang?

A colleague suddenly spoke, Song Ci, shall I introduce you to a girlfriend? Beijing aborigines have several houses, and they are definitely wives who can make you rich. That girl is very gentle and should be to your taste.

People and life in the world are actually tacky to death, and Song Ci can't be excused.

Song ci had to admit that he was moved when he heard this. After more than a year of stumbling and bleeding, he began to understand that proper wit can go further. Proud poverty will only be gnawed to the bone by life.

Song Ci, who was half drunk and half awake, agreed to his colleague's blind date proposal.

The other party is a gentle girl, and the voice on the phone is not as bright and clear as that of Beijing girls, which makes Song Ci, born in the south, somewhat unexpected.

Originally, they had made an appointment to go for a walk in the Summer Palace together at the weekend, but the night before that weekend, Song Ci made a phone call to Teacher Tang, and his palms trembled.

Perhaps Song Ci never gave up. No one can easily forget the person he loved.

Unexpectedly, the other end of the phone was connected soon. A girl's voice said, hello, I'm a friend of Teacher Tang. She is drunk, and I am worried about how to send her back.

The voice is noisy, and the songs are in a trance. He subconsciously asked, where are you?

The girl said, we are in Sanlitun, Beijing.

Song ci felt that his blood was flowing backwards. He never believed that Tang Shi, who had refused to let him come to Beijing, would be here.

The girl on the other end of the phone asked, are you a Song Ci? I see your name is stored in Master Tang's mobile phone. Are you Miss Tang's boyfriend?

Song ci is a bit at a loss. The girl at the other end of the phone said, I'll send you the address later, and the phone will hang up.

Song Ci has been away from Tang Shi's boyfriend for a long time, but seriously, they never really said goodbye, did they?

Song Ci grabbed his clothes and ran out.

When I saw Miss Tang again, she was lying on the table at sixes and sevens and fell asleep, with a slight frown.

After her friend carefully confirmed the identity of Song Ci, she suddenly sighed.

Miss Tang, a silly girl, keeps telling me that she has a boyfriend named Song Ci who is waiting for her in Beijing. Then I really went to Beijing with nothing after graduation, but I haven't seen her looking for you for half a year. You said that this big Beijing has no friends, and this girl has great courage. If I hadn't taken her in, she would have slept on the street.

Song Ci squatted down and smoothed the messy bangs on the forehead of Tang Normal School. The girl is thinner than before, wearing a plaid skirt and white shoes that are out of place in the bar, and her first birthday present, a light blue Swarovski necklace, is still hanging around her neck.

After sincere thanks, Song Ci gently picked up Teacher Tang and went out alone. The streets in Beijing are extremely cold. Song Ci took off his clothes and covered Shishi Tang, and stopped a taxi.

The car drove past the brightly lit and bustling Beijing street. Song Ci remembered the night when he rode his bike at high speed.

Love at that time was not tacky at all.

At home, Song Ci gently put Mr. Tang on the bed, and then stood on the balcony and smoked for a while. But I was worried that I would choke Mr. Tang, so I let him out soon.

Song ci is not sad, but I don't know how to express my surprise to see Mr. Tang again. He really wants to wake up Mr. Tang, make a hullabaloo about and say I love you together.

However, he is no longer the teenager who resigned from the Song Dynasty. The strongest expression of love is no longer racing and fighting, turning off the phone and breaking the cup, yelling, but willing to gently watch the beloved girl frown and go to sleep sweetly.

Song Ci turned on her mobile phone and sent a message: Sorry, I can't go to the appointment tomorrow. Thank you for your trust and sincerely apologize for my interruption. I hope you are happy.

At this time, there was a rustling sound behind him. Teacher Tang sat up and said in doubt and surprise, "Song Ci, is it really you?"

The moonlight outside was just right, and the wind was cool. Song Ci turned around with a smile, just like meeting for the first time.

At that time, the first sentence that Teacher Tang said was, Song Ci, hello, I am Teacher Tang, not Tang poetry.