A perfect score on the college entrance exam? The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng has astonis

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"You didn't even look carefully!"

"I saw it."

"Then repeat it again, what color is that hair clip?"

Chen Mo glanced at it again.

"pink."

Su Wanci nodded in satisfaction.

I pushed open the door and entered the store.

Chen Mo followed behind. The air conditioning in the store was on full blast, and the cold air hit him in the face, making him shiver.

Su Wanci walked between the shelves, picked up something to look at, and put it down.

I picked it up to look at it, then put it down again.

She picked up a star-shaped hair clip, pinned it in her hair, and turned to ask Chen Mo.

"Is it pretty?"

Chen Mo leaned against the shelf and looked at it carefully.

"nice."

"real?"

"real."

"Are you just giving me a perfunctory answer?"

When have I ever been perfunctory with you?

Su Wanci thought about it and realized that there really wasn't one.

Every time he says "it looks good," he genuinely thinks it looks good.

He didn't say it because she asked him; he said it because he thought it looked good.

"Why don't you buy any?" Chen Mo asked.

"Let's see, maybe there'll be something even better later."

The two people walked through the jewelry store, came out through another door, and then went into a clothing store next door.

Su Wanci picked up a white dress, held it up against herself, and then put it down.

He picked up a blue one, compared it to his own, and then put it down.

Chen Mo sat on a chair outside the fitting room, looking at his phone listlessly.

Su Wanci peeked out of the fitting room, wearing a pale yellow floral dress.

"Chen Mo, look at this one."

Chen Mo raised his head and glanced at it.

The dress is light yellow with small white floral prints. It has a very slim waist and the hem falls just above the knee.

Su Wanci stood in front of the mirror in the fitting room, turned around, and her skirt bloomed like a flower.

"It looks good," Chen Mo said.

"real?"

"Seriously, it's prettier than that pink hair clip from before."

Su Wanci smiled, turned around in front of the mirror again, and then went into the fitting room to change back into her own clothes.

She hung the dress back on the shelf, glanced at the price tag, and walked away.

Chen Mo noticed her looking at the price tag, but didn't say anything.

He knew the price of that dress—

He glanced at it when he sat down and saw that the label read "¥899".

This is not cheap for a recent high school graduate.

For him, it's really nothing now.

But he knew Su Wanci wouldn't let him buy it.

She's a good person in every other way, except for this one thing—she's too competitive.

She didn't want others to think that she was "with Chen Mo because he's rich."

Even if that "other person" is just a voice in her own mind.

The two of them came out of the clothing store and walked around the street for a while.

Su Wanci bought a cup of milk tea, and Chen Mo bought a bottle of water.

The two sat on the steps at the entrance of the mall, watching the crowds come and go.

A night breeze blew in from the end of the street, carrying the smell of barbecue smoke and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, which mixed together and smelled surprisingly good.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

Do you think the Education Bureau might actually include your "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" in the textbooks?

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Possibly. Principal Wang mentioned it briefly last time, saying that people from the Provincial Department of Education came to the school for research and specifically asked for a copy of that article."

Su Wanci took a sip of milk tea, lost in thought.

"So, will all high school students from now on have to memorize your 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng'?"

"I guess so."

Su Wanci turned to look at him, a strange light in her eyes.

It's like looking at someone who's about to be nailed to a history textbook.

"Yuzhang, the old prefecture; Hongdu, the new capital. Its stars align with the constellations of Wing and Chariot; its land borders Heng and Lu..."

She recited two lines and then smiled.

"Do you think future students will scold you when they recite 'The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together; the autumn water blends with the vast sky'?"

Why are you cursing at me?

Chen Mo looked completely innocent.

"It wasn't me who made them recite it. It was the Education Bureau."

"But you wrote the article."

Su Wanci said, "They can't memorize it, so they get punished by the teacher to copy it. When they get home, they'll definitely curse, 'Chen Mo is such a pervert, why did he write such a long article?'"

Chen Mo thought about the scene and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"That's good. At least they remember me."

"They already remembered you."

Su Wanci took a sip of milk tea, her tone slightly teasing.

"Perfect score on the college entrance exam, Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, Exhortation to Learning, and the Poincaré Conjecture."

"Your name will appear in history textbooks, language textbooks, and math textbooks in the future."

"Future students will be reciting your 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng' in Chinese class and studying your Poincaré conjecture in math class. Do you think they'll hate you?"

Chen Mo thought about it seriously for a while.

"Then they should hate the Education Bureau. Like I said, it wasn't me who made them learn it."

Su Wanci was amused by his "none of my business" expression.

As she was laughing, something suddenly occurred to her, and her eyes lit up.

"If you write an even longer article in the future, and the education bureau includes it in textbooks, won't future students hate you for the rest of their lives?"

Chen Mo glanced at her.

"Then they can only blame themselves for being born too late. If they had been born a few years earlier, they wouldn't have had to carry this burden."

Su Wanci laughed so hard she almost spit out her milk tea.

She coughed twice, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then looked at Chen Mo with something indescribable in her eyes.

She coughed twice, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then looked at Chen Mo with something indescribable in her eyes.

The two sat for a while, then stood up and walked towards the Luoshui Scenic Area.

It takes about 20 minutes to walk from the commercial street to Luoshui.

They walked slowly, more like taking a stroll than rushing.

We've arrived at Luoshui Scenic Area.

A row of red lanterns hung at the main entrance, with the four large characters "Luoshui Lantern Festival" written on them.

Admission is free.

The scenic area is much more beautiful than when I last visited.

The wooden boardwalk is lined with all sorts of lights.

Lotus lanterns, carp lanterns, dragon lanterns, and phoenix lanterns.

The red, green, blue, and yellow lights illuminated the entire lakeside, making it look like a fairytale world.

The lights are reflected on the lake. When the wind blows, the light and shadow break and then reassemble, like a painting that will never repeat itself.

What excited Su Wanci the most was the row of special lights in the middle of the wooden boardwalk.

The lamp is square, with LED light strips embedded in a transparent acrylic panel. The panel is engraved with words—not ordinary words, but Chen Mo's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".

Each line is accompanied by a lamp, and the words are arranged one by one, winding forward along the wooden boardwalk.

"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon"

"The autumn chrysanthemum shines brightly, the spring pine flourishes in its prime."

"They appear as if light clouds are veiling the moon, and drift like swirling snow in a flowing wind."

...Su Wanci looked at each of the lamps one by one, glancing back at Chen Mo after each one.

Chen Mo followed behind her, his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, as if he were looking at someone else's child's homework.

"Chen Mo, look!"

Su Wanci squatted down and pointed to the bottom lamp.

"‘Lingbo Weibu, Luowa Ruchen’—this is my favorite line."

Chen Mo squatted down, glanced at it, and then said something that made Su Wanci want to hit someone.

"Your handwriting is quite nice, better than mine."

Su Wanci glared at him. "Can't you have any pride? This is your article, and it's been made into a lantern festival."

"My article has been turned into a lantern festival, what should I do? Kneel down?"

"You... never mind."

It takes about 20 minutes to walk from the commercial street to Luoshui.

They walked slowly, more like taking a stroll than rushing.

We've arrived at Luoshui Scenic Area.

A row of red lanterns hung at the main entrance, with the four large characters "Luoshui Lantern Festival" written on them.

Admission is free.

The scenic area is much more beautiful than when I last visited.

The wooden boardwalk is lined with all sorts of lights.

Lotus lanterns, carp lanterns, dragon lanterns, and phoenix lanterns.

The red, green, blue, and yellow lights illuminated the entire lakeside, making it look like a fairytale world.

The lights are reflected on the lake. When the wind blows, the light and shadow break and then reassemble, like a painting that will never repeat itself.

What excited Su Wanci the most was the row of special lights in the middle of the wooden boardwalk.

The lamp is square, with LED light strips embedded in a transparent acrylic panel. The panel is engraved with words—not ordinary words, but Chen Mo's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".

Each line is accompanied by a lamp, and the words are arranged one by one, winding forward along the wooden boardwalk.

"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon"

"The autumn chrysanthemum shines brightly, the spring pine flourishes in its prime."

"They appear as if light clouds are veiling the moon, and drift like swirling snow in a flowing wind."

...Su Wanci looked at each of the lamps one by one, glancing back at Chen Mo after each one.

Chen Mo followed behind her, his hands in his pockets, his expression calm, as if he were looking at someone else's child's homework.

"Chen Mo, look!"

Su Wanci squatted down and pointed to the bottom lamp.

"‘Lingbo Weibu, Luowa Ruchen’—this is my favorite line."

Chen Mo squatted down, glanced at it, and then said something that made Su Wanci want to hit someone.

"Your handwriting is quite nice, better than mine."

Su Wanci glared at him. "Can't you have any pride? This is your article, and it's been made into a lantern festival."

"My article has been turned into a lantern festival, what should I do? Kneel down?"

"You... never mind."