The words culture and art are often used together.

The reason is that the two have always been closely linked.

Since ancient times, there have been piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine and tea.

Therefore, generally speaking, many people with profound literary attainments also have a little appreciation for music, and those who study music are also sensitive to the beauty and rhythm of poetry.

As soon as Xu Xian's four lines of poetry were spoken, everyone in the private room fell into silence.

It's all in the product.

And in the fine taste.

Long.

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Professor Lang clapped his hands and praised.

"It's so wet, it's so wet!" Ding Hui also clapped her hands and shouted.

After calling, she didn't forget to squeeze her eyebrows at Xu Xian: "'Salty' of 'wet'!"

After talking about it in detail, she simply leaned into Xu Xian's ear and smiled: "I didn't expect it, Ah Xian, you are so dirty!" 'A pear flower presses a begonia', that picture is too beautiful, I dare not imagine!"

You can figure it out!"

Xu Xian's face suddenly turned red, and she defended repeatedly: "It's not me, it's not what I thought! Didn't I just say it? It's my friend's work!"

Ding Hui smiled: "Come on, you! Who doesn't know that 'I have a friend' is talking about himself!"

"It's really not my ......"

"This classmate!" Professor Lang's eyes burned, "What a literary style! It just so happens that tomorrow our college will organize a poetry meeting, and I want to invite you to participate!"

？？？

Xu Xian looked confused.

What's the situation?

Invite me to a poetry meeting?

I just used a poem to satirize your old cow for eating tender grass!

You are not ashamed, but proud, praise me for my good writing, and invite me to the Rausch Poetry Club?

Isn't it too thick-skinned?

I've never seen anyone so brazen!

While secretly scolding the other party for being shameless, she waved her hand again and again: "I'm sorry, Professor Lang, I can't go! This poem is not written by me, but by my friend!"

"Friend?" Professor Lang was a little unconvinced: "Dare to ask this classmate, is your friend male or female, how old is he, and what is he doing?"

"He is a boy, two years older than me, his current identity, eh, quite a lot, the company's CEO, singer, songwriter, piano composer, director, ......"

The eyes of the people around him widened as they listened.

"Wait!" Professor Lang stopped, "In his twenties, he is the CEO of the company, a singer, a songwriter, a piano composer, or a director?

“...... I'm not making up nonsense, what I said is true!"

Xu Xian said aggrievedly.

But looking around, whether it was Professor Lang as an enemy, or Professor Zhong as an ally, and her classmates, she couldn't see trust.

"Teacher Zhong, Ding Hui, don't even you believe me?"

Zhong Lixin sighed.

Ding Hui also hugged her shoulders: "Ah Xian, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that what you said is too outrageous." If we believe, won't our IQ be too low?"

"What this classmate said is that what you said is really unreliable. Professor Lang also shook his head: "Three hundred and sixty lines, the line is the champion, you are already a champion in an industry, and it is already great for you to become the champion of the industry, and you can only come out of one in hundreds of thousands of years!"

"But the fact is: this person is real!" Xu Xian said: "If you don't believe it, you can check it on the Internet! His name is Lu Yao, and he was searched on the Internet some time ago! Mr. Zhong, you have also heard the song "Zhong", it is his work! There are also those songs, what "Shanghai Beach" and "Sword Like a Dream"!

He's making a movie right now, and by the way, he's done with it!"

"That friend you are talking about is Lu Yao?" Mr. Zhong was slightly stunned, "If you heard this poem from him, it wouldn't be strange." But ......"

She looked at Xu Xian curiously: "Because of "Zhong", I paid more attention to him during that time, and I remember that he confessed on the show that he was not original, saying that those works were all obtained from friends!"

Why do you still say he's some kind of piano composer or something?"

"That's because he's lying! He's the real 'friend out of nothing'!"

"Lie? Why?"

"Because he's sick!"

......

Out of curiosity about Lu Yao, Professor Zhong didn't even notice that Professor Lang, who disgusted her, pulled a chair and sat opposite.

Several people were listening carefully to Xu Xian's narrative.

From the questioning of Lu Yao's friend, to the judgment made after analyzing Lu Yao's sister Xue Jingshu, and finally his admission that he was sick, it was extremely detailed and full of details.

"It really makes sense to hear you say that!" Professor Zhong said, "Indeed, it is rare for a person to have so many friends who are very powerful in various fields, not to mention that those friends are willing to give him their works for free?"

"Yes, even if you are indifferent to fame and fortune, you have to have a degree. Professor Lang also nodded: "Especially the literati! Since ancient times, literati have been contemptuous, and you let a person give up his hard work to others to be in the limelight?

"That's it, I just said it, you still don't believe it!" Xu Xian said with a flat mouth.

"Now I believe it. Professor Zhong said. "This Lu Yao is indeed a genius and a madman. ”

"Half angel, half demon. Professor Lang sighed.

Then he stood up and said solemnly to Xu Xian: "Classmate, please tell Lu Yao Xiaoyou, you must come to our poetry meeting tomorrow! I really want to meet this genius who is 'half an angel and an ordinary demon'!"

“...... But he might not want to come. He's busy."

"You must convince him to come!" Professor Lang said earnestly, "I think you should have a lot to do with each other, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have shown him a picture of me and Benei, and he wouldn't have written that kind of poem in front of you!"

"I also want to meet this genius who can make a score like 'Zhong'. Xu Xian, call him tomorrow, I also think: he will definitely listen to you!"

Xu Xian inexplicably flew her cheeks.

"I ...... I'll try my best!"

......

After the birthday feast.

Holding the mobile phone and hesitating for a long time, Xu Xian finally dialed Lu Yao's phone.

"Hey, Lu Yao, then, I have something I want to discuss with you......"

"What's the matter?"

"That's ......"

The more Lu Yao listened, the more wrong it became.

"What do you say? Let me go to the poetry meeting of your school's Chinese department?!"

"...... right"

"What is this?" he cried and laughed: "Why are you pretending to be forced in front of your teachers and classmates with my friend's poems?"

"What is your friend? Are you sick, forgot? Your friend is yourself!"

“...... The problem is not this, the point is: it is a Chinese department! The people there are all talented people and they speak well...... Well, I mean it.

You want me to put it on?!"