After class in the afternoon, Luo Ziling waited at the school gate for the fully disguised Yang Qingyin.
Yang Qingyin was wearing a hat, glasses, and a large overcoat. If you didn't get close, you wouldn't recognize her.
"Senior, I almost didn't recognize you," Luo Ziling teased with a smile as he sat with Yang Qingyin in Ye Xiaoli's Audi A4, "We're more and more like underground agents meeting, just missing the secret code."
Yang Qingyin took off her glasses and glanced sideways at Luo Ziling: "Then next time I'll say, 'With bamboo staff and straw sandals I lightly overtake horses,' and you say, 'Under a raincoat I'm carefree,' alright?"
"Using Su Dongpo's words, why not pick lines from Li Qingzhao? You say, 'When the wild geese return,' and I say, 'The moon fills the western tower,' isn't that good?"
"Who says girls must like words written by women? I still like 'Through the ages, mountain and river, heroes are hard to find, could it be Sun Zhòngmóu's place.'"
