entertainment all-rounder system

Chapter 34 Sweeping!Sweep!
"Treading God" book review area.

"There are so many and delicate mountains and rivers, and countless heroes bow down..." A person whose ID is so many and charming mountains and rivers posted a book review.

"Upstairs, mud, you are here to show off your hand speed, dammit, just when I wanted to register this ID, the system reminded me that it has already been used."

"I have been single for 30 years and have mastered the art of touching each other with both hands. Are you still worried about the lack of hand speed? Two hundred and one person, guaranteed to teach and know how to bend the bow and shoot the big eagle." A person with the ID name of bending the bow and shooting the big eagle. Book friends commented.

"Fuck, beast, it really is an experienced gentleman who took up my favorite sentence."

"Qin Huang Han Wu passed by."

"Taizong Gaozu passed by."

"Let the storm come harder!"

"."

Poison Bar Forum.

The same familiar ID "Xiao Erlang" posted a post, [So many mountains and rivers, charming, attracting countless heroes to bow down] The text is "Haiyan" and "Qinyuan Chunxue".

As soon as the post was published, it was immediately pinned to the top by the forum administrators, and some diving masters saw that the ID was "Little Ma Xiao Erlang", and they also froze onlookers.

"I just want to say that there are so many and delicate mountains and rivers, and there are so many heroes competing to bend their waists. The thief is so big. Not only did I bend my waist, but I even bent my knees. Please accept my knees!"

"Upstairs is so shameless, at best you only know how to bend a bow and shoot big eagles."

"Isn't this still a compliment to him, hold back and wait for me to circle Dr. Tea."

Zheng Wen has just finished teaching the students of Yenching University. As a professor of Yenching University, he still has a lot of free time. When he returns to the office, Zheng Wen logs into the Poison Bar forum. As soon as he logs in, he sees his own information. Look, it's another post from "Xiao Erlang".

Zheng Wen is a little curious. After yesterday's incident, Zheng Wen's understanding of Internet literature has been refreshed. Since ancient times, folk gods have emerged, and it is true. At least the author of the Internet novel who wrote those two poems yesterday has a poetic attainment. is far higher than himself.

But has this man written another poem?

Zheng Wen had some expectations in his heart, but also couldn't believe it. With such emotions, Zheng Wen looked at the post.

5 minute later.

Zheng Wen took a deep breath, and there was only one thought in his mind.

This man is an absolute genius!Or a ghost!
Originally, Zheng Wen thought that this person was only highly accomplished in ancient poetry, but he still underestimated him. This "Haiyan" can be regarded as a classic even in modern poetry. Novel, really underestimated talent, what a pity, what a pity!
At this moment, there was a reply in the post, and Zheng Wen's ID was circled.

"Doctor, what do you think of these two poems?"

Zheng Wen smiled bitterly when he saw this. What opinion could he have? He was only a professor in the Chinese Department of these two classic poems. Although he also studied poetry, it was difficult to comment on such poems, or he was not qualified enough to comment. Thinking of this, Zheng Wen replied:
"Ashamed, I can't comment on these two poems. The only thing I can say is two words, classic!"

"Hiss! I didn't expect that even the doctor would not be good at commenting, and the thief is too heaven-defying."

"You don't need to worry about it, doctor. After all, the time is too short. It's normal to be unexpected for a while."

Looking at the replies from netizens, Zheng Wen felt even more ashamed. Unexpectedly, he was a professor of the Chinese Department of Yenching University. poem.

Just as Zheng Wen took a pen and was about to transcribe first, Zheng Wen's cell phone rang.

"Hey."

"It's me, Xiao Zheng, do you have time now?"

Knowing who the voice was on the other side of the phone, Zheng Wen hurriedly said respectfully:

"Teacher, I have time."

"How many times have I told you that I am not the emperor of the feudal era, so why be so respectful?"

"Yes, teacher." Zheng Wen still respectfully said to the person on the other end of the phone.

Presumably because he understood Zheng Wen's character, the other side of the phone said helplessly:

"You, forget it, you have time to wait for my trip, we two have a drink."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

When the phone was hung up, Zheng Wen was also puzzled, but he respected his teacher Zheng Wen very much, and did not dare to neglect, took a piece of clothes from the hanger and walked out the door.

After a while, Zheng Wen returned to his office, glanced at his desk, stretched out his hand and carefully folded the two poems that had just been transcribed on the desk and put them in his pocket.

After half an hour.

Zheng Wen came to a unit building, looking at the building in front of him, most of the tiles on the outside had fallen off, Zheng Wen was also very helpless, as a teacher himself, he was good at everything else, but he was too nostalgic, so he refused to move in no matter how much he persuaded him. Live in a better place.

Zheng Wen walked towards a building very familiarly, climbed several flights of stairs, and arrived at the third floor. Zheng Wen walked to a door next to the corridor and knocked on the door. Soon the door opened. The person who opened the door was a man of about age. A girl of eighteen or nineteen.

Bright eyes and white teeth, a pair of black and bright eyes blinking, very playful and cute.

"Uncle Zheng, you're here! Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time." The girl opened the door and saw Zheng Wen, saying with surprise on her face.

"Xiaoqian, you're here too." Zheng Wenjian said with a smile, seeing Wei Qian, the teacher's only granddaughter.

"Yes, I came back this time to prepare my graduation thesis." Wei Qian said with a bitter face.

Seeing that Wei Qian seemed to have some difficulty, Zheng Wen was about to ask again, when suddenly a vicissitudes of life sounded.

"Is Xiao Zheng here?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Wen walked towards the door with the gift in his hand and replied respectfully:
"It's me, teacher, I'm here to see you."

"Come here, why do you still bring these things?" The voice came from far to near, an old man who was about sixty years old, with white temples, and dressed in a long robe came over. The old man looked very elegant.

The old man's name is Wei Shu, and he was Zheng Wen's tutor at Yanjing University when he was young.

However, just such an ordinary-looking old man is the honorary president of Yenching University, a master of Chinese studies, and the chairman of the former Imperial Writers Association. After retirement, he is still the chairman of the Imperial Poetry Association.

"It should be, it should be, I don't know what orders the teacher asked me this time?" Zheng Wen smiled apologetically.

Seeing that Zheng Wen deliberately changed the topic, Old Wei shook his head and stopped talking. After all, it was the filial piety of his favorite disciple. Although he said so, he was still satisfied in his heart, but he still did not forget to order:
"Don't bring these things with you next time."

Seeing Zheng Wen's promise, Elder Wei said with satisfaction: "I'm looking for you this time mainly because of this useless granddaughter." As he said that, Elder Wei did not forget to glare at Wei Qian who was at the side.

When Wei Qian saw her grandfather glaring at her, she obediently lowered her head.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Wen looked at Wei Qian and asked in doubt, "Xiaoqian, what's the matter with you?"

Wei Qian raised her head and glanced at her grandfather when she heard the words, but hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Elder Wei snorted coldly, pulled his face down and said, "Why are you looking at me now, someone has come for you too, go and talk to your Uncle Zheng by yourself."

Zheng Wen was even more puzzled when he saw this. His teacher was usually gentle and refined, and he was also a treasure to his only granddaughter, but today he was so angry.

Zheng Wen smiled at Wei Qian, patted Wei Qian on the head and said:

"We haven't seen each other for a year. Xiaoqian has grown taller and more beautiful. When did she come back from the United States, she didn't tell Uncle Zheng. If you encounter any trouble, tell Uncle Zheng and Uncle Zheng will help you."

After hearing Zheng Wen's words, Wei Qian's eyes lit up, she raised her head and hugged Zheng Wen's arm while shaking and coquettishly said, "Uncle Zheng treats me well, unlike grandpa, who doesn't hurt me at all." As she spoke, Wei Qian pouted With a small mouth, he stuck out his tongue at Old Wei.

Seeing this, Old Wei snorted again and said, "I did something wrong and blame others for not helping you. Is this what grandpa usually teaches you?"

When Wei Qian saw that her grandfather, who had always loved her, scolded her so harshly, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she turned and walked towards her room, as if to vent her dissatisfaction, she closed the door with a bang.

Old Wei was even angrier when he saw him, but since Zheng Wen was not easy to get angry, he had no choice but to greet Zheng Wen and say:

"Sit down, let's have a drink or two, and talk about this girl by the way, alas, there is no way to teach a daughter, no way to teach a daughter!"

Zheng Wen also felt embarrassed at the moment, and couldn't help mourning Wei Lao's son in his heart. Zheng Wen, who knew how much Wei Lao loved this granddaughter, knew clearly that Wei Lao had always personally disciplined him.

However, seeing that the always steady teacher was so angry now, Zheng Wen asked: "Teacher, what happened to make you so angry."

When Old Wei heard this, he frowned immediately, "It's okay if you don't say anything, but if you say it, I will get angry. A few years ago, this girl insisted on going to Harvard University in the United States to study modern poetry. That's fine, even if it's modern poetry. It is worthy of the reputation of our family of poetry and calligraphy, but a friend of mine at Harvard University told me a while ago that this girl did not learn any modern poetry at all, but learned to draw some comics, and now she is facing the problem of not being able to write a graduation book. Dissertation, failure to graduate, shame! Shame!"

Zheng Wen now understands that it is no wonder that his teacher is so angry. This teacher has always been rigorous in his studies, and because he is from a family of poetry and calligraphy, he has always valued appearances. Now his granddaughter went to a foreign university and was unable to graduate. The annoyance in Wei Lao's heart can be imagined.

"I don't know, what are the requirements for Xiaoqian's graduation thesis?"

Hearing this, Old Wei remained silent, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Shame, shame!"

"I told my old buddy that Xiaoqian's graduation thesis was originally to write a modern poem by herself, but now she only needs to take a modern poem written by someone else and analyze it in an all-round way by herself."

Hearing this, Zheng Wen also understood, presumably the reason why he came to him this time is because Mr. Wei couldn't bear to write a poem, so he wanted to write a poem by himself. Although doing so violated his principles, he was his teacher after all. , you can't let the teacher go against your principles at such an age, right?
Thinking of this, Zheng Wen smiled and said: "I see, teacher, I will give it to Xiaoqian in two days."

Mr. Wei was also a little embarrassed, and then he told Zheng Wen with a serious face: "Well, you must indicate that you wrote this poem yourself and find someone to write it for you. I can't afford to embarrass this person. I really have to finish it." This girl is asking for it if she can’t get her career back!”

Zheng Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and was a little worried that Wei Qian would not be able to graduate, but seeing Mr. Wei's resolute look, he understood Mr. Wei's determination, so he didn't say any more.

I just made up my mind to go back and write a better modern poem as soon as possible.

"Wait! Modern poetry, isn't there a classic modern poem in front of you?"

(End of this chapter)