On the afternoon of September 14, after taking a nap, Yu Dong was preparing to continue completing the unfinished manuscript of "The Second World" when Liu Changmin's voice came from the window.

"Teacher Yu, don't forget the poetry reading at three o'clock."

Liu Changmin had a book tucked under his arm. He couldn't see the title clearly, but it was most likely a collection of poems.

With a smile on his face, he glanced at the manuscript in front of Yu Dong again. Although he was curious, he did not ask.

Liu Changmin is good at this. He can always keep a distance from others. He already knows what articles Yu Dong is probably writing, and has seen Yu Dong writing many times, but he can resist asking questions.

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When Yu Dong heard Liu Changmin's words, he smiled apologetically, "I almost forgot about it."

He looked at the time, and it was already past two-thirty. It would take about ten minutes to walk from here to the No. 1 Teaching Building, so it was time to set off now.

"I'm with you."

Yu Dong cleared the table and then locked the door.

Liu Changmin looked at Yu Dong who was empty-handed and asked: "Teacher Yu, don't you bring a book, a collection of poems or something else?"

"Oh, I really didn't bring a collection of poems when I came here this time."

"Whose poem do you like? How about I lend you a copy?" Liu Changmin said enthusiastically.

Yu Dong thought for a while and said, "Do you have a collection of Haizi's poems?"

Liu Changmin raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect Yu Dong to mention Haizi.

Haizi is Liu Changmin's favorite writer, but this is not what surprises Liu Changmin. After all, Haizi has become very popular in the past few years after his death.

What really surprised Liu Changmin was that Yu Dong mentioned Haizi's poetry collection.

However, Haizi did not publish a collection of poems.

Then there are two possibilities, either Yu Dong did not know that Haizi had no poetry collection published, or he knew that he had a "poem collection" in his hand.

Liu Changmin had no way of determining which category Yu Dong belonged to. He pondered for a while and said, "Yes, I'll get it for you."

After saying that, he ran back to his dormitory, and after a while, he came out with a notebook.

"These are some I compiled myself." Liu Changmin handed the notebook to Yu Dong.

Yu Dong took the notebook, his eyes full of surprise. He didn't expect Liu Changmin to take out his treasure. By the way, Yu Dong suddenly remembered that Haizi had not published a collection of poems at this time.

In Yu Dong's impression, after Haizi's death, his poems were compiled by his good friends Yihe and Xichuan, and were published a few years later.

Liu Changmin kept staring at Yu Dong. When he saw the surprised expression in Yu Dong's eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Yu Dong didn't know that Haizi had not published a collection of poems, rather than knowing that he had compiled a collection of poems.

When he went to get the notebook just now, Liu Changmin kept thinking that if Yu Dong really knew that he had compiled a collection of poems, it would be terrible, because he had never told anyone about it.

Yu Dong flipped through Liu Changmin's notebook, which contained poems handwritten with a fountain pen. The handwriting was very neat. It could be seen that Liu Changmin was very careful when writing.

Dong had seen this collection of handwritten poems in his previous life, but that was several years after he met Liu Changmin. I didn’t expect to see it so soon in this life.

It is not easy to compile such a collection of poems. Nowadays, there is no Internet, and things cannot be found by searching. Many of Haizi's poems have not been published in well-known publications, so it takes a lot of effort to collect information.

There are also some imitation poems that appear in some tabloids, often signed with Haizi's name, which requires Liu Changmin to carefully identify. There are also poems that are indeed written by Haizi, but have not been published publicly and are only passed down orally by others.

There will inevitably be errors and omissions, and several versions will need to be compared.

Yu Dong gently stroked the book with his hand, feeling Liu Changmin's hard work soaked in it, and finally returned the book to Liu Changmin: "This book is too precious, you'd better keep it well to avoid suffering in my hands."

If it is damaged, then my sin will be great."

"Hey, it's just some poems I copied when I was bored. It's not as exaggerated as you said." Liu Changmin said with a smile.

Although he said this, his hand had already grasped the notebook involuntarily.

Seeing his coy look, Yu Dong secretly felt funny and couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so he let go of the notebook and gave it back to him.

"I'll find another poetry collection for you, or get two poetry magazines." Liu Changmin said.

Yu Dong waved his hand and said no, "I still have some poems in my mind. If it doesn't work, I'll just use the one you brought."

"That's fine." Liu Changmin nodded. He actually felt it didn't matter.

Their poetry reading party was just for sharing feelings in their free time, and it wasn't that much about it. I went to Yudong today, and it didn't matter even if I just listened to what others said.

After Liu Changmin went back and put away his notebooks, the two went to the No. 1 teaching building.

When we arrived at the place, other people had already arrived, six of them.

Yu Dong glanced at them and saw that they were all familiar faces.

He Yu, the third-year counselor of the Art and Design Department, two female teachers, Liu Meiqin and Zhu Yu from the Oil Painting Department, Lin Hui from the Performance Department, Wu Aiyuan from the Vocal Music Department, and Feng Ming, the school's physical education teacher.

These six people plus Liu Changmin are the core members of their poetry reading club. There are others, but they are not as diligent as the seven of them. For example, Yu Dong was brought to the poetry reading club by Liu Changmin in his last life, but he

Usually it happens once every month or two.

Seeing a new person coming over, the six people who were chatting looked over with keen eyes.

Especially Liu Meiqin and Wu Aiyuan, they haven't had a partner yet. Now that they saw Liu Changmin bringing such a handsome guy over, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It's just that Yu Dong was so young that they were a little disappointed.

Liu Changmin said before that he would bring someone here, and also said that Yu Dong was relatively young, but they did not expect that he was so young and looked younger than the students in the school.

Feng Ming, the physical education teacher, is tall and has a tough black face. He laughed heartily and said in a hearty voice: "There is a newcomer to our poetry reading club, but he is a bit too pretty. I am reading poetry."

I’m afraid I will lose my throne as the most beautiful man in the world.”

It always feels weird when a man is praised for his beauty by another man.

Zhu Yu glanced at Feng Ming and said to Dong: "Teacher Yu, don't pay attention to him. This person just doesn't keep his mouth shut."

Feng Ming chuckled: "That person with the handle on his mouth is not a human being, but the mythical beast Jiao Tu."

Yu Dong knew that Feng Ming had a joking personality and was a familiar person, so Yu Dong took the initiative to greet them: "Hello everyone, my name is Yu Dong. I am a political counselor in the first grade of Gongmei.

Nice to meet you all."
Chapter completed!