I really don't want to be a superstar

Chapter 420, this is my last poem

If it was Huang Bingtian from before, he would think that the boy from Beijing University in front of him is an excellent person.

In fact, he is indeed good enough, but now that he has come into contact with Li Yun, he feels that the standard of talent in his heart has been raised a lot invisibly.

They are all about the same age, and Li Yun will be famous in history
No matter how good you are, you are not as good as Li Yun!

However, Li Yun didn't think so.

Li Yun still clearly remembers that all his current achievements come from the works of his previous life.
It is not Li Yun who wants to be famous in history today, but 'Li Bai'.

Although so many works have been plagiarized, Li Yun still clearly knows who the author of the works is.

I am not a 'creator', but a 'disseminator'.

Spread the excellent cultural works of previous lives to this world.

So Li Yun really doesn't have even the slightest sense of superiority when facing truly outstanding people
Of course, to Huang Bingtian, in the eyes of others, Li Yun's behavior is completely an excellent quality of humility.
They probably wouldn't have thought that Li Yun felt the other party's excellence and his own shortcomings from the bottom of his heart.

Unlike Li Yun's embarrassing performance, the performance of these two is really not awkward.

His acting skills are even good.

That's the drama script.
This script, it can't be said to be bad, in Li Yun's words, it is "soil".

It's too earthy.

It is a Western-style knight drama, and the core is still the story of Dragon Quest and saving the princess.

Very simple.

Even, too simple.

"Li Xiaoyou, what do you think of this drama?"

"Well, it's okay."

"This is the classic drama "Losia Knight"."

"Well, it just feels old-fashioned." Li Yun held back for a while and said, "I feel that the script is a bit too facial."

The conversation between Li Yun and Huang Bingtian seemed to be overheard by the two girls in front, and they turned their heads and said strangely: "This classmate, "Knight of Losia" is a classic western drama that has been performed by countless people for thousands of years. , his script cannot be criticized just by saying 'old-fashioned'."

"Well, you're right."

Li Yun nodded, this answer blocked the girl with one sentence, and the words that were originally held in her stomach suddenly had nowhere to release.

Wang Lei on the side also looked a little wanting to laugh.

I just think that Li Yun is really Buddhist enough, and the other person wanted to refute the hateful person, but he blocked the conversation with "You are right".

Damn, this Li Yun is really too Buddhist.

However, although the girl was holding back her stomach, she still couldn't help popularizing science with Li Yun.

"Student, why do you think "Losia Knight" is old-fashioned? The protagonist Ole is so noble, powerful, just, and perfect. He is a pure and powerful knight. A heroic image like him, Even if it is performed for another 1000 years, it will not be old-fashioned, because he represents people's thoughts and sustenance of 'knights' in their hearts. Chinese people have no faith, and not understanding this beautiful quality does not mean that they do not have it."

"Yeah." After hearing what the girl said for a long time, Li Yun shrugged and said, "How should I put it, my opinion is quite simple. This knight is too perfect, so perfect that it is unrealistic. A character like this, I would think it would be cool if it appeared in the cartoons directed by Zigong, but if it appeared in the main drama, I think it's too flat, and ah. It's not that Chinese people don't have faith and don't understand this beautiful quality. I don't think there is anything bad about this work, I just think that the characters that are too facial are not that good from my personal point of view."

Li Yun felt a little uncomfortable listening to the words of this Beijing University junior.

What does it mean that Chinese people have no faith.

Just these words made Li Yun feel uncomfortable.

"Can a bad work be passed down for thousands of years?" The girl didn't seem to want to argue with Li Yun, but said patiently: "If you don't understand drama, don't watch it, you don't even understand!"

This seems like a niche-superior idea.

The smaller the circle, the more exclusive it is.

The ancient city does not deceive me.

Until the end of the play, Li Yun was always in a state of mind wandering, as if he was recalling and thinking about something.

Huang Bingtian looked absent-minded and seemed to think that the girl's words just now caused Li Yun's psychological fluctuations, and then said: "Don't worry too much with young people."

"Oh, I don't want to fuss about anything."

Li Yun still looked absent-minded.

On the other side, Wang Lei said with some annoyance: "Just now, the female student opened her mouth and said "How are Chinese people?"

"You still care about young people, how old are you?"

Huang Bingtian seemed a little helpless with his student's attitude.

Wang Lei muttered: "I've turned 18 when I went to college, so I'm not a child anymore."

At this moment, Li Yun seemed to be still wandering in the sky, and at the same time he took out his mobile phone, as if he was writing something.

Wang Lei saw this scene in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask Li Yun what he was writing, but the curiosity in his heart was faintly boiling.

Li Yun, what is he writing?
Li Yun remained in such an absent-minded state until the afternoon, when the poems and works were to be written into the library.

When Li Yun came to the library, he was greeted by several professors from the Chinese Department and the History Department.

The aura of a few people is really strong.

Even when facing Penguin Mahua, Li Yun never felt such a strong sense of shame.

But when facing these professors, Li Yun really felt a strong sense of shame.

The professors in front of me are the real 'treasures'.

At this time, a professor who looked very kind said with a smile.

"Mr. Li, your handwritten poetry collection will be collected by our Capital University library, and will also be included in our "Poetry Cloud" database of Capital University. As long as Capital University still exists in the future, your works will exist. Maybe in In the future, even if our human civilization perishes, your works will still exist as a symbol of civilization. I don’t know how many years later, when human beings perish, future civilized creatures will also be able to understand our Chinese civilization from this black box Bar."

"Um"

Li Yun swallowed his saliva, and his expression suddenly became lofty.

There is not only a feeling of entering the history books, but also a feeling of coming to the future.

It is remembered as a trace of the existence of civilization.

Li Yun suddenly thought of the name of a short story.

The name of this short story is "Poetry Cloud".

It is also the work of Liu Cixin, and it is also a story about the treasures of the old times that shocked God.

Li Yun's expression became serious.

"I understand, I will write down these poems with the most serious attitude, so that our future generations can understand this era through these articles."

Li Yun's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Wang Lei on the side looked at it and said with emotion: "I am witnessing history."

"Yes, you are witnessing the birth of history."

Li Yun maintained his earnestness and piety, and took up a pen to write down the poems in his memories.

"Difficult Road to Shu", "Nian Nujiao", "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", "Difficult Road".
I have written down all the poems I have shown in this world.

However, after writing these poems, Li Yun did not stop
Instead, I was thinking and writing intermittently
"he"

Just as Wang Lei was a little confused, he was interrupted by Huang Bingtian who was at the side and made a 'shh' expression.

Don't disturb Li Yun!

The room was very quiet, and the professors seemed to have a good understanding and didn't disturb Li Yun's inspiration at this moment.

Wang Lei's small brain finally realized what Li Yun was doing.

He seems to be creating.

Create on the spot?

"This is a humble room, but my Dexin "The Inscription of the Humble Room""

"Li Sao."

"Short songs are OK."

"The peacock flies southeast."

Li Yun was squeezing his little head, reciting and writing down all the poems he had learned and seen.

At this moment, for the first time, Li Yun thanked the system for giving him memory.

His mind was unprecedentedly clear, and the knowledge of his previous life flooded in like a tide.

Several professors kept silent tacitly, letting Li Yun recall by himself.

Wang Lei, on the other hand, was more curious, and couldn't help but glance at it, and put it on the paper where the poems and articles were written.

Huang Bingtian warned his students with his eyes, telling him not to look.

For young people, though, curiosity is like poison—you can't quit.

But when Wang Lei saw the rows of poems and articles on the paper, he knew why his teacher didn't let him read the articles above.

Ashamed.

When reading these articles, Wang Lei felt a strong sense of inferiority.

The gap between people is really bigger than that between people and dogs.

Originally, Wang Lei was still thinking about whether he could have a chance to come from behind, but looking at it now, Li Yun was no longer in the same dimension as him.

His brain is like a black hole, as if it contains endless databases from different dimensions.

With a talent like this, people can't think of anything other than awe and powerlessness.

But Li Yun didn't know that he had hit a young man badly, so when he wrote the last sentence of "Humble Room Inscription", he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems to be relieved.

"After writing all the poems I know are written here."

"This is my last poem. There will be no more."

(End of this chapter)