"You pen, let me fill it?"

This sentence made Xu Xian feel very harsh.

"Hey, if you don't want to come, you don't want to come, why are you scolding?"

"I didn't scold you, I just said I didn't want to pretend to be forced. ”

Lu Yao was telling the truth.

In his previous life, although he liked classical poetry and songs, his literary attainments were not deep.

I barely know the rhyme and the like.

In front of professors and students of the Chinese Department who have been immersed in literature for many years, he can only be beaten by strength.

Although I have a lot of classic poems in my mind, I may not use them.

After all, many poems have a certain background of the times, including the general environment, geography, allusions and even official positions at that time.

It's not something that can be taken out casually and pretended.

Before the crossing, he had read a lot of novels that copied formulas, and there were many scenes where he used poetry to pretend to make him laugh out of a pig.

For example, in a certain historical novel, the protagonist traveled back to the Ming Dynasty, showed off his literary talents in front of the emperor, and copied a poem "Qinyuan Spring • Snow".

Well, it's a wonderful word, and it's majestic enough.

The question is: in front of the emperor, you shouted, "Cherish the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary talent; Tang Emperor and Song Ancestor are slightly less coquettish...... Count the romantic figures, and look at the present dynasty", do you really think that the emperor and ministers are brainless?

If you don't cut off your head and wipe out your family, it's light, but you still expect the emperor to be impressed by your literary talent?

There are others, in the modern parallel world where there is abundant food and clothing, and the whole people are well-off, he wrote poems with the theme of "peasants", and came to the poem "Compassion for Farmers": "Plant a grain of millet in spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn." There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ”

All the judges were shocked on the spot, and they unanimously gave the highest score.

It's terrifying.

……

"Why are you pretending to be forced? ”

"Talking to? Not interested. ”

"Can't you just give me face?"

"Hey, Xu Xian, do you think you're Shanks?"

"Shanks?

"Well, it's nothing, I'm not going anyway. Bye-bye!"

With that, he hung up the phone.

Don't you see I'm busy?

He worked hard to write and began to prepare the script for "The Unspeakable Secret".

But it didn't take long for him to be disturbed again.

"Lu Yao, come with me. ”

Xu Pan ran to his side in a rage and pulled him up.

"Ahh

"It's urgent, it's urgent, don't ask first, you'll know when you go!"

“……”

Seeing Xu Pan so anxious, Lu Yao felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Look, it seems that there is something very important!

Forget it, let's go ahead and talk about it first.

Then he found out that he had been trapped.

- Xu Pan drove him to the Yenching Art School.

"What are you bringing me here for?" he glared at Xu Pan.

"Pickle girl. "Xu Pan is very direct.

"Pickled girl?"

"Yes!" Xu Pan said: "My old sister told me: several of her beautiful classmates are your fans and want to meet you, but you refuse to come." If I can bring you, they can introduce me to beautiful cuties. ”

"This is the reason why you cheated me?" Lu Yao was angry: "The surname is Xu, I have always thought that you are a good brother, and you yourself once patted your chest and said that you would stick a knife in your brother's ribs......"

"There's another sentence behind me, you probably missed: I can stab my brother in both ribs, and I can stab my brother twice for a woman. ”

"You!!"

"Hey, hey, okay, you! Isn't my brother just for betrayal? Hurry up, Ah Xian is waiting there!" Xu Pan said impatiently: "Besides, you don't suffer a loss! There are so many beauties in the Art Academy, and there are also your fans, isn't the meat sent to her mouth fragrant?"

"Fragrant your sister!"

Xu Panden became vigilant: "I warn you, don't hit my sister's idea!"

“……”

Forget it, if you come here, you can settle down.

It's a big deal to pretend to be dead and not speak.

If you can't pick out the poems that fit the occasion, just say that your friends haven't written this genre.

In this way, he was driven to the shelves and mixed into the judges' seat.

This is of course thanks to Professor Lang's strong recommendation.

He was quite apprehensive about the identity of this judge.

Looking at the name tags of the people around him, one by one he was either a professor at his school or a poet from the Provincial Poets Association, and he was uneasy.

It's all big guys!

"Professor Wei, a poet of Sang University, introduce: This is the young talent who wrote 'Mandarin ducks are made into two nights, and a pear flower presses begonias' to ridicule me, Lu Yao, has been quite popular on the Internet recently!"

Professor Lang has done his best not to be ashamed but to be proud.

"Lu Yao, this is Professor Wei Xiangwei, the vice president of our college, and this is Sang Jieyi, a beautiful poet who is good at modern poetry. ”

"Hello Professor Wei, good Sang poet!" Lu Yao took the initiative to stretch out his hand very respectfully.

The two literati also seemed to be interested in him.

"Hello, hello! Lao Lang showed me the poem you wrote, which is quite level!" Professor Wei said.

Actually, I didn't write it, it was written by my friend. ”

"Oh, I understand!" Professor Wei blinked.

Sang Jieyi took the initiative to hand over a book of poems.

"Lu Shishi, this is my personal published poetry collection, if you are interested, you may wish to take a look at it and give some advice. ”

Lu Yao hurriedly took over the poetry collection, and even said that he didn't dare.

As soon as he flipped through it, he found the first poem.

"Black"

Black Night,

Black day,

I coiled my long black hair,

I took a black car and came to a familiar hotel.

Take off your black coat,

Stretch your body to the fullest.

My underwear is also black,

Because lovers like it. ”

"Poof!"

Lu Yao almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

This?

That's it?

Is this poetry?

Is this also called poetry?

In these days, can any cat or dog be called a poet?

"How is this "Black"?" Sang Jieyi asked with a smile.

Lu Yao couldn't say a word for a long time.

For a long time, he smiled awkwardly rather than politely:

"It's black and beautiful!"

Sang Jieyi was overjoyed.

"I also think it's black and beautiful!" she stretched out her slender fingers and took the initiative to help him turn to the next page: "Then you can help me read this one again!"

Lu Yao: "......"

This one is much shorter than the previous one.

"A Stormy Night"

rainstorm day,

Good for meditation,

And***

Roll the sheets,

to exhaustion,

Sleep in each other's arms. ”

After reading it, Lu Yao couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Poet Lu, how do you feel after reading this?"

Sang Jieyi asked again.

Lu Yao was silent for a while: "Wind and rain!"

Sang Jieyi's eyes lit up.

"Bosom friend, really bosom friend!"

Know your sister's voice!

Lu Yao's heart roared.

What kind of is this Nima wrote?!