Wang Lin read the book for a while and looked up and saw a diary next to him.

He became curious and took the diary to read it.

There is a pen in the diary, and the pen is on the latest page.

Wang Lin opened it and saw that the page was full of words.

This is a poem.

The title of the poem is actually called "To Wang Lin".

A poem written to me?

Wang Lin couldn't help but smile and looked down.

“If you allow it

I'll hold your warm hand

Feel the temperature at your fingertips

Is it consistent with your temperature

Then, pick a red leaf

Sign the name

Leave in front of your bed

If you agree

I'll put myself in your arms

Snowy night

Keep the stove

Tell the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai..."

Wang Lin was stunned and thought to himself if this is a love poem?

And is it a love poem written to me by Wang Lin?

In the past and present lives, Wang Lin also saw a woman writing love poems for him for the first time!

An inexplicable feeling arose in Wang Lin's heart.

He quickly closed the diary, opened it again, put the pen back into its original place, and then put the diary back to its original position, even facing the same direction, for fear that she would find a flaw when she came back.

Does Gu Qingyu like herself?

Wang Lin no longer had the intention to read the book again. The book was spread out in front of him and had not opened a page for a long time.

He thought of Gu Qingyu's beautiful and extraordinary face, and every bit of what he had experienced with her.

Wang Lin can’t talk about Gu Qingyu’s word “love”.

You must say something you like, of course there are some.

Who doesn't like beautiful women?

But Wang Lin only thinks she is a friend who can be talked about, and at most she is a closer friend.

Gu Qingyu took a shower and washed her hair.

Long wet hair emitting the scent of shampoo.

A fresh fragrance penetrated Wang Lin's nose.

She changed into a floral skirt with white background, her slender legs as crystal clear as jade, glowing white under the light. She walked in wearing slippers, with her small feet delicate and her toes carved like jade.

Gu Qingyu took a hair dryer to blew his hair, but he didn't blow it too dry. It would easily damage the hair quality if it was too dry. Anyway, the weather was so hot, so when you walked outside, it would dry naturally after blowing.

She sat on the edge of the bed, very close to Wang Lin. Sometimes she turned her head and drooped her hair on one side to blow the wind. Sometimes she twisted her body over one side and blew the hair on the other side, and sometimes she drooped her hair from her forehead.

Wang Lin was killed by her various side faces.

Gu Qingyu blew her hair, took a comb to comb her hair, and asked with a smile: "Where do you think you want to give me a comb?"

"Ah? I've always been busy with this, I forgot to buy it." Wang Lin said apologetically, "It will definitely be next time."

Gu Qingyu smiled slightly: "I knew you would forget! I bought another cheap plastic comb for spare, just waiting for you to give me a good comb!"

Wang Lin agreed with a smile.

Gu Qingyu changed into a pair of high-heeled sandals, and her calves looked round and slender.

She suddenly took her diary and smiled, "I wrote a small poem. Can you help me see if it's well written?"

Wang Lin had just seen it, and at this moment he had to pretend that it was his first time to see it. He read it from beginning to end and said, "I don't know much about poetry. Is this written for me? What kind of emotion does it express?"

Gu Qingyu looked at his handsome eyes and smiled and said, "Do you really don't understand?"

Wang Lin said lightly: "Shame. Ask for advice."

Gu Qingyu said: "I wrote a love poem with you as the concrete image of my poem. Don't get me wrong. You are just an image in my poem. Just like we say Jiangnan, the north, the ten-mile pavilion, the oak trees, and the lilac girl, these are all images commonly used in poetry."

"Oh! Image. In other words, Wang Lin in this poem does not really refer to me?"

"That's about that. In my mind, my ideal man is like you, so I designed you as an image in my love poem."

Wang Lin sighed and thought to himself that's it.

Gu Qingyu said quietly: "What I express is the love in my heart. This person doesn't know where he is."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "The poem is well written and has a very artistic conception. I can also feel the deep affection in your heart."

"Let's go, Wang Lin." Gu Qingyu closed the diary and said with a smile, "Let's go to see a movie."

Wang Lin always felt that her poem was not as simple as she said. She was just using such a saying to fully show her inner world, and it could also be said to be testing Wang Lin's reaction.

Is this a kind of tactful confession?

If Wang Lin accepted her love, she could say that this poem was written for Wang Lin.

If Wang Lin could not accept it, she would not be too embarrassed or embarrassed.

She is such a smart woman.

Wang Lin hesitated instead, whether to go to the movie with her?

Before Wang Lin found an excuse to refuse her, Gu Qingyu held his hand and smiled and said, "Let's go! What are you thinking? Do you think of the love poem I wrote? Did it touch you?"

Her pretty appearance makes people excited.
Chapter completed!