Wei Yingzhi took a thermos bottle that had been filled with water and a table lamp, and knocked on the door gently.

The door opened immediately, and seeing the things in Wei Yingzhi's hand, Jing Jian was a little surprised and appreciative, smiled and said "thank you", and then welcomed her into the house.

"What else is missing? If I have anything here, you're welcome. Wei Yingzhi smiled enthusiastically and began to visit. To her surprise, in such a short period of time, the room has been tidied up. The luggage had been put away in different categories, and Jing Jian was humming a little tune to make the bed. Accustomed to barracks life, it has also become a habit of housekeeping.

"Lala...... , the sound of prosperity, escaped into the empty door, tormented the world,

The dream is cold, a lifetime of tossing and turning, and a few love debts.

If you acquiesce, life and death wither, etc.,

Waiting for a circle, and then a circle, the rings ......"

In his previous life, Jing Jian liked Jay Chou's Chinese-style songs very much, so while tidying up the room, he inadvertently hummed the song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold". At the beginning, Wei Yingzhi didn't pay attention to it, but after a while, she was attracted by this tune that was very different from this era.

"What song is this, ......?" Wei Yingzhi asked curiously.

"Huh?" Jing Jian was sober in an instant, and as soon as he didn't pay attention, he came to a super era, "Hehe, entertain yourself, don't go to the hall of elegance." ”

"Huh?" Wei Yingzhi covered her mouth cutely, showing a surprised expression, she had to admit that she was very amorous, "You can also write songs?" The woman's curiosity was immediately full, "Are there any lyrics and songs?"

At first, it can be said that she was attracted by the weird tune, but after listening to a few words, Wei Yingzhi felt that the lyrics were very tasteful. And this turned out to be written by Jing Jian? This aroused her curiosity even more.

At this time, Jing Jian laid out the military blanket. Since Wei Yingzhi liked this song, Jing Jian didn't think much about it, smiled at Wei Yingzhi, and then found a pen and paper.

After drawing five lines, Jing Jian began to skillfully fill in the tadpoles. After being poor in his previous life and only having money left, Jing Jian, like most rich people, began to spend money on the pursuit of culture. However, in the calligraphy and painting of qin, chess, and painting, there is really no talent, and the book is only so-so, and the pen and words in one hand are okay. Even the piano is quite famous, and after being taught by a well-paid teacher, the guitar and accordion are at the level of amateur masters, so it is not a problem to write a song silently, of course.

Unexpectedly, before he could fill in a line, he heard Ai Ai's question in the late stage: "You...... Is this a stave?"

"Hmm!" Jing Jian smiled and turned his head.

"But ......" Wei Yingzhi's pretty face turned red with embarrassment, "But I don't understand ......"

"Ahem!" Jing Jian held back a smile, "I'm sorry, I wrote a brief score." …… Hahaha!"

"Don't laugh!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh. …… Hahahaha!"

Even now, how many people know the staves? But Jing Jian just couldn't hold back his laughter......

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"A group of vulgar people, vulgar and unbearable!" said the young man, wearing a top hat with a trouser leg turned, dancing on the double bed, ignoring the "creaking" sound of the poor bed. There were four or five people around, and in the face of such a clown-like act, they all shot adoring glances, as if this was the ward of a neurological hospital.

"I'm hungry, Lingling, I'm going to have supper. Suddenly, the young man shouted to a young woman beside him.

The young woman immediately showed a panicked look: "Xiaoshi, where is there anything on this big night?" Unlike entering the 21st century, in the 80s of the last century, there was no nightlife at all, and there were no restaurants open at night, let alone any night stalls.

But unexpectedly, the young man suddenly sat down on the bed, kicked his legs and cried: "I want to eat, hungry, hungry!"

This time made the young woman named Lingling very embarrassed. Although I have become more or less accustomed to it after marriage, such a strange "childlike fun" still makes people faint a little.

Fortunately, someone on the side broke the siege: "Teacher Wang Shi is really temperamental, and the poems he writes will be as pure as a child's heart and go straight to the hearts of the people." Just trouble a few, go to the guest house kitchen to find it, don't be afraid to spend money. As soon as the words fell, the others rushed out of the room in a hurry......

This child-like Wang Shi, whose mental state is not normal no matter how you look at it, is an upstart in the poetry world, creating hazy poetry, which is popular like a tornado, and is fanatically sought after by men and women of all colors. This is an era of spiritual scarcity, and it is also an era of frequent wonders.

And today, accompanied by his wife named Fang Ling, and surrounded by several fans, Wang Shi came here and was invited to communicate with celebrities in the local literary world. However, this exchange was not very successful, and many local literati who were "old, rotten, conservative and backward" criticized it, especially pointing to the only hazy poetry that Wang Shi was proud of. So in a hurry, regardless of the invitation to the dinner, Wang Shi left angrily.

The meal was delivered quickly, and after seeing her husband crying, she got a smug look on her beloved toy. Fang Ling smiled at the young man who was relieved: "Thank you." ”

The young man was flattered: "Kind sister-in-law." My name is Ling Jianmin, and I especially love Mr. Wang Shi's poems. I have imitated a few songs myself, and I hope that my teacher's sister-in-law can correct them more. ”

In fact, this is an unspoken rule of fame, which is common in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign cultural circles. The sedan chair carried people, and Fang Ling was ready to agree. Unexpectedly, Wang Shi would never take the usual path: "How can you get good poetry if you are tainted by the filth of the world? The beauty of the spiritual home can only be found in a woman like water." My lifelong dream is to build a daughter country on earth. ”

As soon as he heard this, Ling Jianmin almost had a mouthful of old blood. After trying his best to blend into Wang Shi's fandom, is it a failure? After a moment of hesitation in his eyes, he was ready to fight. In order to make a name for himself and for his own development in the poetry world, what can he do if he hurts the woman he once hurt again?

"Teacher Wang Shi! I know a woman near here, who has a pure temperament and also loves literature. ”

"Oh?" Wang Shi's eyes immediately lit up, "Where?

"In a nearby county, I heard that she is now a Chinese teacher. If you leave tomorrow morning, you will be able to meet in the evening. Rest assured, I'll introduce you. ”

"That's it. Wang Shi agreed, "There is no need to introduce you." Come on the spot, meet each other, and we will go straight to the door. ”

"Teacher Wang Shi is really a famous man of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. ”

"What did the ancients do? Throughout the ages, how many people can be spiritually sublimated?"

"Haha, exactly, indeed. ”

Fang Ling on the side looked at her husband, and her beautiful eyes showed admiration. I really don't understand, do you understand such a topic, what kind of mentality is she?