Low Key Star

  Chapter 9 [009] Linjiang Immortal

  Zhang Yang glanced back and saw Zhang Wei walking over with his schoolbag on his back, looking a little annoyed: "Have you gone to the Internet cafe?"

"No."

   Zhang Yang turned around and continued to walk forward, Zhang Wei followed up again, became even angrier, and glared at him fiercely: "You still deny it? I saw you coming out of it with my own eyes!"

   "You read wrong."

  Zhang Yangyun brushed it off lightly, if Zhang Wei hadn't seen how pitiful he was on crutches, she would have kicked him, "I'll tell my parents later!"

   Zhang Yang asked: "You came back so late, why did you go?"

  Schools in this world generally end early in the afternoon. Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School where Zhang Yang works ends at 3:30 pm every day, and Zhang Wei and his school are similar.

  Seeing that he still wanted to drag herself into the water, Zhang Wei raised her chin, "I'm arranging the show, for a legitimate reason, how about you?"

   "Are there boys?"

   "Of course."

   "At a young age, what will it be like to stay with male classmates after school and not go home?"

   "You... people have to rehearse, how can I drive them away?"

   "Then I can't control it"

   "I won't argue with you, explain to your parents, hum!"

  Zhang Wei was so angry that she wanted to bite him, she shook her hands and took a few steps to walk in front of Zhang Yang, but stopped soon, turned her head to stare at him, and waited for him to walk past with a look of disgust.

   Zhang Yang ignored her, walked slowly on crutches, and Zhang Wei followed slowly.

  The two siblings climbed up to the third floor one after the other. When they reached the door of the house, Zhang Wei took a few more steps, opened the door first, and went in, shouting: "Mom, Mom, are you back? My brother went to the Internet cafe."

   "What are you doing in the Internet cafe?" Fang Qianxue's voice came from the balcony.

   "I don't know, you can ask him."

  Zhang Wei went to put the schoolbag back in the room, while Zhang Yang closed the door, walked to the kitchen door, and explained to his mother: "I'll go to the Internet cafe to check the information."

  Fang Qianxue was carefully pulling both ends of the cowpea, carefully looking for insect eyes. At this moment, she paused, looked up at her son, and examined with eyes: "What information are you looking for?"

   Zhang Yang said helplessly: "Mom, I'm such an old man, if I don't play games, and if I don't date online, I just go to the Internet cafe to check the information, so I don't need to report everything, right?"

  Fang Qianxue frowned and said, "If you don't play games and don't date online, just check the information, so what else can you not tell me?"

   "Don't tell me."

   Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, walked to the sofa with a cane and sat down in a very tempered manner.

  Zhang Wei just put down his schoolbag and came back. Hearing what he said, he pretended to be arrogant: "Mom, Mom, did you see that? He dared to talk to you like that. He was so arrogant downstairs just now."

  Fang Qianxue said angrily: "Okay, okay, I have homework to do homework, and I don't have homework to help, so don't gossip here."

   "I'm helping you take care of him, okay?"

  Zhang Wei sat down beside Zhang Yang, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

   Zhang Yang was thinking about how to persuade his parents to buy a computer, when he suddenly remembered a news that he heard in the hospital a few days ago, and said, "You know the filming of the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is over, right?"

  Fang Qianxue asked: "What does it have to do with you?"

   "Their director said that he wanted to use an ancient poem as the opening song, but he couldn't find a suitable one, so he asked for it from the whole society."

   Zhang Wei glanced at Zhang Yang when he heard the words, and asked for his mother: "What does it have to do with you?"

   Zhang Yang said, "Can't I contribute?"

  Zhang Wei let out a "tow", with a disdainful expression on his face, "Can you tell the difference between mediocrity and mediocrity? Still submitting."

There are still people writing ancient poems in this world, and there seems to be some activity. Even the college entrance examination has additional questions about poems, but as far as Zhang Yang knows, the situation is not much better than in his previous life. It is hard to find the kind of literati who devote themselves to writing, let alone the environment of ancient times. Secondly, there are too many good sentences from the predecessors, and it is too difficult to come up with new ones.

  So in Zhang Yang's opinion, the so-called collection of poems from the whole people as the opening poems by the Three Kingdoms crew this time is very likely to be a publicity hype.

   After all, there is no Yang Shen in this world.

  In terms of the quality of words alone, it is difficult for Yang Shen's "Linjiang Xian" to stand out in the vast sea of ​​poems, but in terms of the degree of fit with "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", it is second to none.

  When Zhang Yang heard the news, Zhang Yang didn't think about anything else at all. Now that he thought about it, he realized that this was simply an experience for himself.

   But once the word is brought out, the next thing may be out of my control. The reputation of a poetry genius is more difficult than a music genius!

   But once it is adopted, the bonus seems to be at least 50,000... 50,000 yuan!

  Once you have a computer, a piano, what computer do you want, what musical instrument do you want, it’s not all about yourself... After discussing with your parents, you decide?

  Seeing him in a daze, Zhang Wei poked him with the remote control, "Are you really contributing?"

   Zhang Yang nodded, and added: "But I don't know if it's necessary or not."

   Telling your parents about writing a novel will definitely get you scolded, so Zhang Yang first uses this reason to settle the matter of going to the Internet cafe. Don’t worry about whether you actually submit the novel, anyway, it is more likely that there will be no response after submitting the novel.

  As for the novel submission, I must wait for the summer vacation. I have to get the old man out of the way first, and let the old man come forward. Then I can avoid the nagging from my parents, and maybe there will be compliments.

   "Tch."

  Zhang Wei rolled his eyes, "Then I can vote too!"

  But still couldn't help it, and said: "What did you write, read it to my mother and me."

   "The great river goes east, the waves wash away, and the ages..."

   "The west side of the home of the romantic man!"

   Zhang Yang read halfway, but was interrupted by Zhang Wei, she glared at her brother angrily, and decided not to talk to him anymore.

  Fang Qianxue was quite at ease with both siblings, and didn't ask any further questions.

   Zhang Yang sat on the sofa and pretended to watch TV, and secretly asked Luoshen: "Luoshen, help me make a calculation, can "Linjiang Fairy" vote?"

  Luo Shen didn't hesitate at all: "Yes."

   "Uh... reason?"

   "If you have money, take it."

"Uh…"

   Zhang Yang choked on this realistic reason, "I just remembered, as an existence from beyond the Thirty-Third Heavens, don't you have any other skills?"

"for example?"

   “Funding the system.”

"No."

   "Provide a special space for singing or acting?"

"No."

   "It's okay to get a temporary experience card."

"No."

   "Then what can you do?"

   "Teach you the basic music theory."

   Zhang Yang: "..."

   It’s not as efficient as my self-study, okay?

   Seeing that her voice is so nice, Zhang Yang held back his complaints. If she is also considered a system, she is basically the most useless one among countless web text systems!

  After slandering him, he said again: "What do you think, after I submitted the manuscript, I said that this poem was written by my grandfather and I contributed it for him, how about it?"

   "You will say this every time from now on?"

  Luo Shen asked, "Don't forget, there are many Chinese-style lyrics that require a certain level of literary accomplishment to write. It's nothing to show off your talent in ancient poetry."

   "What if people question it?"

   "Always find the original author."

   "I'm a high school student."

   "That's not what you said in the hospital. Luo Binwang was seven years old when he wrote "Ode to the Goose", and Yu Qian was twelve years old when he wrote "Lime Yin". Yuan Haowen wrote..."

   "Stop, stop, stop!"

  Zhang Yang quickly interrupted, "I was just talking nonsense, they are all great talents who have been famous for thousands of years, I..."

   "Copy more, you too."

"Uh…"

   Zhang Yang is still a little guilty. After all, he wrote novels in his previous life. Although he is guilty of copying "Shooting the Condors", it is a familiar field after all, and he really has no confidence at all in poetry.

   "What if someone wants me to prove my innocence?"

   "You can also let him prove that he has not committed any crime."

  This seems to make sense. If you want to question yourself, you have to produce evidence. You can’t just say "I doubt you wrote this, so you have to prove it to me", and you have to prove it stupidly.

  In the final analysis, poetry has a somewhat "noble" status in the hearts of the public, especially Zhang Yang. It seems that only poetry written by ancient people can be called poetry—after all, ancient poetry.

Of course, there is no shortage of modern masterpieces, such as "Heavy Rain Falls on Swallows and White Waves Rage to the Sky", such as "Ask Who Will Control the Ups and Downs of the Vast Land", such as "Genghis Khan, the proud generation of heaven, only knows how to bend a bow and shoot big eagles"... This kind of courage alone has lasted more than a thousand years since the Tang Dynasty Come on, how many poems can compare?

   "So, this...uh, can it be pretended?"

   "If you have money, you don't take it for nothing."

"Well, in fact, I mainly don't want to make the Romance of the Three Kingdoms regretful. In terms of words alone, this song "Linjiang Fairy" is also an excellent work. Chinese civilization has been inherited in one continuous line since ancient times. Any omission is a great loss for future generations. I Since I have the ability to fill the gap, I will naturally do what I can, and personal honor and disgrace are secondary."

  Luo Shen naturally would not respond to this kind of nonsense, "Let's talk about chords today."

   "Can I take a break first?"

"When a single tone is connected horizontally, a melody interval is formed between every two tones, and multiple tones create a flowing sound of melody lines. Sometimes, composers need the music sound to be supported in the vertical direction to produce thickness. feeling, so I add music in the vertical direction..."

   "The progress is too fast, and it is easy to indigestion."

   "Three or more tones are combined vertically according to the overlapping relationship of the third degree or non-third degree, which is a chord..."

  Luo Shen ignored his complaints or protests as usual, just feed, don’t care about digesting, anyway, if she can’t understand it the first time, she will repeat it for the second or third time...

  The so-called reading a book a hundred times, its meaning will be self-evident, and there will always be a time when you understand it.

  (end of this chapter)