The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

Bai Yunyun subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand. Saying such things at this time would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

"Don't try to label me like that, I didn't say that," she quickly retorted.

"Then what do you mean by that?" The square-headed soldier had even gotten up from his seat, staring at Bai Yunyun, looking like he wouldn't give up until he got to the bottom of it.

Seeing that a normal classroom discussion was about to escalate into a political issue, Bai Yunyun was so frightened that she lost her composure, afraid that she might accidentally say the wrong thing again.

Lu Zhenghan's face was solemn, and he pursed his lips as if deep in thought. Different times and different positions can indeed easily lead to disagreements. He was about to speak up to stop them when Xia Qiuran stood up and spoke up again.

"Comrade, do you know why the Weaver Girl married the Cowherd?" Xia Qiuran asked the square-headed soldier earnestly.

The square-headed soldier replied, "Of course I know, because the old ox told the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that they were bathing in the river. Then the Cowherd secretly hid the Weaver Girl's clothes. Without the fairy clothes, the Weaver Girl could not return to the Heavenly Court, so she stayed and became the Cowherd's wife."

"You're absolutely right. The Weaver Girl was forced to stay because her clothes were stolen. So the root of this marriage was coercion, not mutual consent. The Weaver Girl had no choice; she was completely forced to compromise. How is this marriage any different from how landlords, rich men, and high-ranking officials used their power to force women into marriage? If the Weaver Girl's mother agreed to the marriage just because they had a child, how is that any different from condoning and protecting criminals who harm their own daughter? How is the Cowherd's behavior any different from trafficking women and children?"

Xia Qiuran spoke calmly and in a gentle tone, yet every word she uttered was sharp and insightful, causing every student in the class to fall into deep thought.

Since ancient times, people have believed that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were a match made in heaven, and that the Queen Mother of the West destroyed their relationship and cruelly separated them. However, no one has ever paid attention to how the Cowherd won the Weaver Girl's heart.

If the Weaver Girl had known beforehand that the Cowherd was the one who had premeditatedly plotted to prevent her from returning home through improper means, would she still have fallen in love with him?

Bai Yunyun was the first to react.

Yes, how could she not have thought of that? If she said that, the Cowherd would be completely in the wrong.

A poor boy conspired with a yellow ox demon to deceive the Weaver Girl.

When her family found out later, she still had the nerve to take her child to find the Weaver Girl. How shameless!

"Yes, that cowherd and that old ox are thieves, bad elements, even worse than the 'Five Black Categories.' Of course, the Weaver Girl can't marry such people," Bai Yunyun said loudly to the whole class.

The square-headed soldier, who had been struggling to understand, lowered his head and fell into deep thought after hearing this.

This is like a human trafficker abducting a woman into the mountains, where she has a child after a few years. But that doesn't mean it's legal or reasonable. A crime is a crime, and such behavior should never be forgiven.

"How could such a poem have been passed down? This cowherd is a complete fraud."

After Xia Qiuran explained it this way, the other students in the class also began to have a negative attitude towards the poem. Some even threw their textbooks aside and developed a dislike for studying because they disliked the poem.

Xia Qiuran noticed that everyone was in a bad mood. This wouldn't do. If a few words of explanation dampened everyone's enthusiasm for learning, wouldn't Teacher Lu Zhenghan dislike her even more?

"Actually, everyone doesn't need to be so extreme. The poem 'The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl' on the surface is about the Weaver Girl missing the Cowherd, being separated by the Milky Way, and being sad day and night. But the deeper meaning is to use mythology to describe the human world. During the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was constant war, and many travelers and soldiers were separated from their families. People used such poems to express their feelings of loving each other but not being able to stay together."

"Like now, when we go out to join the army and are separated from our families, we can use these expressions."

"It's both apt and shows a lot of culture; isn't that the point of our learning?"

Xia Qiuran changed the subject and quickly explained another layer of meaning, which made the others nod in agreement.

Lu Zhenghan stood quietly to the side, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Xia Qiuran to have such a unique and profound understanding of a simple ancient poem, with some of her viewpoints being things he had never even considered.

He originally only intended to teach the most basic literal meanings, but after listening to this explanation, Lu Zhenghan even felt like he was a student himself.

Is Xia Qiuran really just a rural girl who only went to junior high school? This kind of understanding is more profound than that of many liberal arts college students.

She seemed particularly agitated when she mentioned that the Weaver Girl was forced into marriage, which shows that she values ​​independence and self-reliance very much.

No wonder she was so firm in rejecting his idea of ​​being together just because they kissed.

It seems he was being narrow-minded about this matter; it's just like him...

It's the same principle as rescuing a woman from the river and then insisting on marrying her because he performed CPR. Emergency situations should not be used as a reason to be together.

"Perhaps there was a misunderstanding when they got together. If the Cowherd truly repented, shouldn't the Weaver Girl give him a chance?"

Lu Zhenghan glanced at Xia Qiuran and spoke in a calm voice.

Xia Qiuran gradually composed herself. Repentance? If the Queen Mother of the West hadn't come looking for him and gotten angry, would the Cowherd have repented?

If you truly love someone, shouldn't you tell them everything and let them choose for themselves?

A fairy from heaven was tricked into coming to the mortal world, where she had to wash clothes, cook, do farm work, and take care of children every day. Did she really like this kind of life?

The Cowherd's so-called repentance was probably just a choice he had no other choice but to make, knowing he would lose the Weaver Girl.

Just like in her previous life, Zhao Feng treated her that way. Would such a person really repent? It's not that he doesn't understand the reasons, he just doesn't want his own interests to be harmed.

Repentance requires sacrificing oneself to understand others, but the lowest level of logic for selfish people is that they will never wrong themselves.

This conflicts with repentance, so she simply doesn't believe that such a person can really change anything.

"A relationship that comes at the cost of restricting someone's freedom is never a good match; it's just selfish possession. Others may not know, but if it were me, I would never forgive it."

Xia Qiuran tightened her jaw slightly, her eyes fixed steadily on Lu Zhenghan, without flinching or hesitating, and said with great certainty.

Lu Zhenghan was taken aback. It seemed to be the first time he had seen Xia Qiuran so resolute. It was clear that she really disliked him.

They even directly uttered harsh and barbed words like "trapped" and "selfishly possessive."

There was no point in saying more, so Lu Zhenghan simply stopped asking and turned to write the name of another ancient poem that he was going to talk about on the blackboard.

Zhang Xiaoliang then silently gave Xia Qiuran a thumbs up and whispered something.

"Dr. Xia, there are still many things I don't understand. Could you explain this poem to me after class?"

"Okay," Xia Qiuran nodded and answered softly in return.

"If you don't understand, you can ask the teacher after class; don't discuss it in class."

Lu Zhenghan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his voice cold and hard, with an uncontrollable chill at the end.