Low Key Star

  Chapter 18 [018] People Say No

Zhang Yang doesn't remember many poems about bamboo, and even fewer of them can be used. The most famous one is of course "Ren Er, East, West, North, South Wind". .

  Lin still watched silently for a while, then raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang, his eyes seemed surprised and puzzled.

  Zhang Yang smiled and said: "As I said just now, I just didn't show my talent easily before. This time, there is no way. If I don't write better, I will go back and ask the old man for a mobile phone. How can he give it to me so easily?"

There was a hint of "I'm doing this for you" in these words, Lin still pursed his lips slightly, staring at him with eyes as clear as water, seeming ashamed or annoyed, but he didn't say anything, looked away, and sat upright. Make up your own poems.

  She doesn’t have any poetic talent, but in the past it was not difficult to write this kind of doggerel, but today she has no ideas at all, and she can’t help but think of the phrase “When a red sun rises, it is still with the sky”.

The author of this song "Ode to Bamboo" is Zhu Yuanzhang, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty. There is a certain difference from the original text. Zhang Yang wrote it after the revolutionary martyr's reform. Sooner or later it will be successful.

   Now that it is written from Zhang Yang's hand, Lin is still unable to relate to any great revolutionary cause, so the question arises—what is he persevering in, and what does he want to express?

  I will catch you sooner or later?

Zhang Yang just dried the ink, put the rice paper aside, put away the brush again, and waited until after class to wash it, turned to look at Lin Yiran, and saw her sitting there, still sitting gracefully...but that expression didn't seem to be the same I'm thinking about it.

  He took a pen and tapped lightly on her desk. Seeing Lin still staring at her, he whispered, "Lend me your physics class notes."

  Lin still opened his bright eyes slightly, and wanted to say that this was a poetry class, but then he thought that he already had a good work, and he didn't get a word, so what right did he have to say about him?

  She silently found out her class notes and handed them to him.

  Zhang Yang took it, and laughed in a low voice: "Don't worry, it will definitely not be confiscated this time."

  Lin still ignored him, bowed his head and concentrated, trying to concentrate and conceive.

Time passed bit by bit. In the quiet classroom, there were gradually whispers of students communicating and commenting on each other. Fu Quanyi didn't stop it, but just reminded: "There are still a few minutes, students who haven't finished writing should hurry up." .”

Zhang Yang, who was seriously reviewing, raised his head, glanced at Fu Quanyi, then at Lin Yiran subconsciously, saw that the familiar leaflet spread out in front of her was still blank, lowered his voice, and said strangely: "You haven't written it yet? "

  Lin still raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes seemed to want to grab the brush and dip it in thick ink, and then poke him **** the face.

   Zhang Yang leaned back vigilantly, and looked at her suspiciously, "What do you mean, you can't write it and blame me?"

  Lin still ignored him, turned around and continued concentrating on conceiving, but still had no idea.

   Zhang Yang asked again in a low voice: "How about I write it for you?"

  Lin still turned his head, stared at him for two seconds, then turned his head, "No need."

  Hold the Langhao brush with slender fingers, open the ink and dip it in the ink slightly, with the wrist hanging in the air, the ink flows on the bright yellow cooked rice paper, turning into two lines of correct and beautiful lowercase characters:

   not written

  Lin Yiran

  Zhang Yang was expecting what she would write, but when he saw that she was going to hand in the paper like this, he couldn't help being speechless for a while.

However, he quickly noticed Lin Yiran's handwriting. Su Hui had no interest in calligraphy before. He only knew that Lin Yiran's writing was Zhao Ti regular script. It looked good, but he didn't know exactly how it was written. Su Hui cheated on her memory, and her appreciation level soared, only to realize that this girl is young and her handwriting is really good.

  —It’s almost like myself.

   "The written one can be brought up."

  Following Old Man Fu's words, some students got up quickly and handed in their homework, while some were too lazy to move and asked others to do it for them.

   Zhang Yang didn't want to be lazy, but he was helpless, so he had to ask Lin Yiran to do it for him.

Lin still stacked the two sheets of rice paper, subconsciously wanting to put Zhang Yang's one on top, but his own ink was not dry, so he hesitated for a while, and put his own on top, got up and walked to the podium , placed on the desk.

  Lin Yiran's level is considered to be very high among the students, and he is good-looking. When she walked over, old man Fu glanced subconsciously, saw the words on the paper, and glanced at her in surprise.

  Lin still put the two pieces of paper away, and returned to his seat sullenly. Seeing that Zhang Yang was still reading her physics class notes, he seemed to be okay, as if it was only natural for him to help him hand in the paper, and somehow felt like a little maid.

Fu Quanyi saw that there were no students to submit manuscripts, picked up the stack of papers, picked up one sheet, glanced at it twice, shook his head, put it aside, took another sheet, glanced at it twice, shook his head, put it aside, and then take a...

After seven or eight sheets in a row, his eyes stopped on a piece of paper, took a sip of tea, and praised: "Wang Jinshu's sentence is good, "I don't need the fragrance of flowers to attract bees and butterflies, my heart is as high as Bi Xiao", which is a bit like a gentleman. . "

  Wang Jinshu was praised, smiling like a flower, and she didn't forget to look back at Lin Yiran, feeling a little embarrassed.

  Seeing Wang Jinshu being called, Han Yongtai stretched his neck expectantly, because he remembered that his poem was under Wang Jinshu, and since he read Wang Jinshu's, it should be himself next.

Under his nervous and expectant eyes, Fu Quanyi put Wang Jinshu's poems back to the "read" stack, and picked up another manuscript. Still decided that this is my own.

  Fu Quanyi glanced at it twice, shook his head, and put it aside.

The old man has done this set of movements for many years, and he is extremely proficient, and the movements are not big. Even if the classroom is quiet, Han Yongtai can't hear any sound, but as the paper cup is silently put into the "read column", he still feels A click was heard.

   That was the sound of my heart breaking.

  Like a replay, Fu Quanyi picked up one, glanced at it twice, shook his head, put it aside, took another one, glanced at it twice, shook his head, put it aside, and took another...

   After another two minutes, his movements stopped again, as if he had found another good poem.

  Because Zhang Yang was looking forward to his name, he was also carefully observing the old man's movements. Seeing this, his heart moved. Seeing that he had found a good poem, it should be him.

  But the old man read slowly: "Lin Yiran..."

  Lin was still a little surprised when he heard her name. Before that, there were many students who couldn’t write and hand in manuscripts like her. Fu Quanyi had never called his name. He didn’t know what happened today, but he wanted to criticize himself by name.

  Fu Quanyi clicked on Lin Yiran's name, but didn't continue immediately, and looked at it seriously for nearly a minute.

  Others don't know what happened, but according to past experience, Fu Quanyi obviously saw a well-written poem, so many people turned to Lin Yiran to read it.

  Wang Jinshu obviously thought the same way. Looking back at Lin Yiran, his expression looked a little depressed and frustrated.

  The old man paused for a while, and then continued: "This time I'm a little out of order."

   A large group of students complained in their hearts: You have been watching it for so long?

  Zhang Yang guessed it, the old man is not reading poetry, but reading words.

  Lin Yiran naturally thought of this too, but he couldn't see any proud expression. Instead, he looked up at the podium, as if... looking forward to what's next.

   Zhang Yang also looked forward to it.

Fu Quanyi picked up Lin Yiran's paper and put it in the read stack, but halfway through putting it down, he stopped slowly and didn't put it down for a long time. hanging.

  The students who are well aware of his past style have roughly judged it through time, and most of the excellent works commented on today have already appeared.

   After a while, the old man gave a "tsk" sound, raised his head for the first time since marking the paper, and looked at Zhang Yang who was sitting beside Lin Yiran.

   Zhang Yang sat upright with a dignified appearance, the standard posture of a well-behaved student.

  Fu Quanyi lowered his head again, watched in silence for a while, and finally said: "Zhang Yang..."

   Zhang Yang was hospitalized for so long, and when he came back to class on the first day, his mobile phone was confiscated, and later he had a conflict with Han Yongtai. Now hearing Fu Quanyi mention his name, many people subconsciously cheered up.

  Fu Quanyi didn't mention poetry, but said: "I didn't expect you to be hospitalized during this period, and your writing has improved so much...Whose inscription are you facing?"

  Just as Zhang Yang was about to stand up, the old man saw him and quickly waved his hands, "Sit and sit, don't need to get up."

Zhang Yang thought for a while before answering: "I read Wang Xizhi's "Huang Ting Jing", Zhong Yao's "Xuan Shi Biao" and Wang Xianzhi's "Thirteen Lines" before, and then... er, I was hospitalized during this period, and there was no table, so it was inconvenient to write. Just write whatever you want.”

Calligraphy is recognized as the four masters of Ou, Yan, Liu, and Zhao. Although Wen Zhengming's calligraphy achievements cannot be compared with these four, he is in a class of his own. Speaking, I had to make it up, talking about Wen Zhengming's teaching method.

  He felt that there was nothing wrong with such an answer, but he didn't know that many people in the class, especially a few calligraphy lovers and outstanding ones, almost vomited blood when they heard his last few words.

  There is no table, it is inconvenient to write, just write casually...and within a month, let Fu Quanyi boast so much?

  Does anyone speak?

  (end of this chapter)