Lin Zibei read two fragments, could read tossing and turning, and could read until he couldn't sleep all night, which can be regarded as worthy of his title of doctor of literature.

This lovely Han Han is really a lover of true literature.

Meng Ke pondered for a moment and said: "It's okay, I understand, I understand, I understand, I understand, I'm just like you, I also like literature." ”

Lin Zibei hurriedly chimed in: "Zibei doesn't dare to compare with Mr., we are different, your realm can no longer be called like, you are good at it, and your pen is literature." ”

"Ho Ho ......"

Meng Ke laughed twice embarrassed, although he knew that this was flattery, it was really pleasant to hear, and he was in a great mood: "The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred is endless." The first two sentences are...... In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch. ”

Meng Ke, who grew up listening to these famous stories, didn't react much at all, what's wrong with being a winged bird in heaven?

What a normal metaphor.

Ahem.

Meng Ke was very stinky YY, but Lin Zibei on the other end of the phone was struck by a bolt of lightning, and I remember what the mentor said. Literature can make people tremble, literature can make people crazy, at that time he was unmoved, he didn't believe it at all, today, just a simple four-line poem, directly electrocuted Lin Zibei.

It's really been electrified, if he's a girl, it's estimated that he will directly have the idea of making a promise to each other.

Literature is so violent, don't believe it.

After trembling for a minute, Lin Zibei asked tremblingly, "Sir, is there only four lines in this poem?"

Lin Zibei called Meng Ke Mr., and called a boy younger than himself Mr., one can imagine how tall Meng Ke was in the heart of this doctor.

As for how tall it is?

At least a few stories high, at least!

The poems that Lin Zibei asked are from Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred" in the Tang Dynasty, a classic sentence, Meng Ke can recite it with his eyes closed, but if you ask the whole article, then you have to call up the golden finger and search it.

While searching, Meng Ke explained: "This poem is a long narrative poem, with a total of 840 words, describing the love story of the king. ”

Long narrative poems?

Lin Zibei gasped, the most difficult creative subject?Then, he suddenly seemed to think of something: "Could it be ...... Could it be that this is a poem written by Mr. Qing for Emperor Qing and Fan Xian's mother?"

“......？”

“......！”

What a witty cutie.

Tang Xuanzong to Emperor Qing.

Yang Guifei frowned lightly at Ye.

Meng Ke didn't expect it himself, it seems that Lin Zibei has read this new book very carefully, since you understand it so much, then I have no objection. Although the details need to be worked out, who will let the celebration of this world be up to them.

Lao Tzu said that what their love story is like, it is what it is.

It's so domineering.

Nodding very comfortably, Meng Ke pretended to be deep and said: "You thought of it with me, this poem is indeed created for the characters in the book, and I will send you the whole poem later." ”

For the sake of rigor.

Meng Ke didn't indicate which character it was at this time, you can guess who it is.

"Thank you, thank you, on behalf of my mentor in our literary circles in China, thank you, sir, Mr. is talented, Zibei admires, I really admire. After the psalms are sent, I will read them carefully, and if there is anything I don't understand, please be sure to give me advice. Lin Zibei said and spoke, and his tone began to be in line with the way the ancients spoke, as if only in this way could he match those famous poems.

Juvenile.

You're deeply poisoned.

If you continue like this, you may not be able to find a match for your Ph.D. in literature.

The taste of a single dog is very uncomfortable.

Meng Ke is a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain, a real doctor of literature, where do you need any object, vulgar, vulgar unbearable, haven't you heard that sentence, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book.

Yan Ruyu is not better looking than the object?

......

Lin Zibei's phone just hung up, and a text message that looked like an advertisement popped up, the number was a long string of numbers, and the content was: "This is the program group of "Trend Music Competition", congratulations to the years and passed this program, the first stage of the audition in the Nanchuan Division, I hope you will make persistent efforts." The audition semi-finals will be held at 9 a.m. tomorrow at Nanchuan Central Square, Art Exhibition Hall, please be sure to attend on time. Announced on July 16. ”

Yesterday was July 15th, yesterday's game, but my result was announced on the 16th. Meng Ke touched his chin, he didn't have to guess to know that this must be the effect of the video edited by the program team, everyone is very interested in faceless, with traffic, with attention, who will make enemies with traffic, and will naturally pass.

Is it gold or sand?

Sift it a few more times and you'll know.

If it's gold and jade, wouldn't it be a lot of money.

Fortunately, Meng Ke didn't delete this text message as a scam, set an alarm clock casually, and continued to copy the book code. There is no surplus food in his hand, and he said that he would change 70,000 words a day, and he can't lose his words, at least for a week, Yu Jirui beat his back with her own hands, and it is exciting to think about it.

Although Yu Jirui is ninety percent good at playing tricks, Meng Ke just wants to give it a try, and he won't suffer a loss.

Meng Ke, whose hand speed is comparable to that of a professional stenographer, can basically maintain it at 350 words per minute, which is not too fierce, and there is still a lot of room for improvement, and the road is far away, and there is still work to be done.

After about two hours of copying books, when it was almost 11 o'clock, Meng Ke received another phone call, a very strange call.

"Hello, I'm the chief producer of the album department of Silver Moon Records, are you Meng Kemeng?" A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, gentle and amiable.

"Who are you?"

Silver Moon Records?

Haven't heard of it.

Meng Ke replied very bluntly, and he didn't say whether he was Meng Ke or not.

"My name is Liang Fei, Liang of Huangliang's dream, flying and flying. Liang Fei introduced himself unhurriedly, and the information he got showed that Meng Ke was just an unemployed vagrant who had just left college for two years, and it should be impossible to push away his kindness.

Well, for a producer of a Mesozoic record company with a history of ten years, the term online writer is not a profession.

Web Writer = Unemployed Vagrant.

Meng Ke meditated again, Liang Fei doesn't know!

Could it be that he is recognized by himself wearing a mask, and the scouts in the entertainment industry are all dogs, but since people have said their names, there is nothing to hide: "Meng Ke, Mengzi's Meng, Ke Haoran's Ke." ”

After listening to Meng Ke's introduction, Liang Fei was directly stunned, Mencius? Ke Haoran? Who has never heard of it? Is it very famous?