Nan Song scratched his head, "I haven't practiced for a long time, and my writing is not very good. Don't dislike it."

Luo Junheng said from the side: "Then you can dismantle it after you get on the plane. I'm afraid the ugly words will hurt my eyes."

"..." Nan Song glanced at her elder brother and thought: Even if I write with my eyes closed, my handwriting will still look better than yours!

But she is more sincere and dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

Yan Yuan gently twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Nan Song, "Thank you. I'll accept it."

Nan Song nodded, "Have a nice trip."

Watching Yan Yuan's leaving figure, Nan Song felt inexplicably melancholy.

After this separation, I don’t know when we meet again next time. They all have their own lives, or this is the world of adults.

Everyone has to face different things, and the hardships involved will not be shared casually with others.

"Let's go. We'll meet again when we have the chance." Luo Junheng patted Nan Song's shoulder and led her away.

Nan Song held his arm and said, "Brother, you can stay in Nancheng for a while, right?"

Luo Junheng glanced at her lightly, "Do you want me to stay?"

"Of course!"

Nan Song said: "I wish you would never leave and stay by my side. You are all by my side, and the whole family is neat and happy. This is the best."

Luo Junheng listened to the child-like words and pinched her cheek lightly, "That's a beautiful thought. I thought you didn't need a big brother since you had a boyfriend."

"What are you talking about?" Nan Song frowned slightly, and then said: "My boyfriend may not always be my boyfriend, but my eldest brother will always be my eldest brother. How can this be the same?"

When Luo Junheng heard this, his blue eyes flashed, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course!" Nan Song said firmly.

Only then did Luo Junheng raise the corners of his lips, "You have a conscience, and it's not in vain."

Nan Song chuckled and thought: A boyfriend may not always be a boyfriend, because he will become a husband in the future.

She is such a clever little girl.

After getting on the plane, Yan Yuan fastened his seat belt and then slowly opened the gift Nan Song gave him.

Opening the lid of the cylinder, there was a paper roll inside with a red rope tied in the middle. He untied the knot and slowly unfolded the rice paper. What came into view was an ancient poem with straight muscles and majestic spirit. He

Read it word for word:

"Farewell Dong Da's two poems. Author... Gao Shi. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds in the daytime, the north wind blowing in the snow. Don't worry about the road ahead without friends, no one in the world knows you. Six things are floating around, and you have selfish pity.

I have been away from Beijing and Luo for more than ten years. My husband is poor and humble... and I don't have enough money to meet you today. I don't have... wine money. - A gift from my dear friend Nan Song."

Yan Yuan stumbled through the entire poem without knowing a few words, and even after reading it he didn't understand the meaning.

I just think... the words are good.

While he was frowning and studying, his phone beeped twice. It was an email from Nan Song.

[Brother Yan, there are a few rare words in the poem. I'm afraid you don't know them. I asked my brother to record an audio. You can listen to it later. I also translated the meaning of the poem in T language. Nothing else is important. Just focus.

The writing is: "Don't worry, you have no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you." I hope you can find your own soulmate.】

The translation of Nansong was very good. After reading it, Yan Yuan understood the meaning of the poem and raised a slight arc on his lips.

He clicked on the audio again, and Luo Junheng's voice came out, and he could hear some reluctance.

After reading the poem slowly, Luo Junheng paused and said again: "You still want me to read a bad poem. You should learn more Chinese when you have time, you illiterate."
Chapter completed!