Wang Ying sat on the bed, ** lying on the edge of the bed and looking at her. Wang Ying said: "When I was young, I thought it was a very annoying thing to know sign language, because I had to be a translator for friends and others, and I didn't have time to play. Until one day, I asked me if the piano sounded good, and I cried. ”

Her eyes were a little red, and she continued: "Since that day, I have been learning sign language very seriously, because I want my friends to know all the voices in the world. ** nodded again and again, sat on the bed, faced Wang Ying, and said: "I understand this, I understand this, just like I have always wanted you to hear the sound of rain." "Why?" Wang Ying asked. ** Stared into Wang Ying's eyes and said, "Because I think it's a voice of longing." He closed his eyes and stretched out his head to kiss Wang Ying, but Wang Ying looked at him stunned. "Poof!" Wang Ying suddenly laughed.

"Alas...... How?" A sigh rang out all around. ** also opened his eyes and looked at Wang Ying with a smile. Wang Ying was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but want to laugh: "I couldn't help but want to laugh when I saw him with his eyes closed, his head stretched out, and his mouth pouted." I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Cheng Yijian sighed helplessly, and instructed the two cameramen and sound recorders to prepare for the reshoot, Du Xiaoyun, who was watching the play, laughed and said: "If you want me to say, the two of you are also quite compatible! Hey Xiaocheng, will there be a kissing scene later?" Cheng Yijian nodded: "Yes, there is one, but as long as the lips touch the lips to make a appearance, because the lens will be blurry." ”

"Oh, hey, hey. Du Xiaoyun smiled. "Can we cancel that shot?" Wang Ying asked.

"No, you can't. This movie is already very pure, if there is not even a kiss in the end, wouldn't it suffocate the audience?" Cheng Yijian said: "It's okay, when you close your eyes, you will treat it as a piece of wood." For an actor, kissing is a normal thing, and if you want to be a good actor, you must be mentally prepared for this. ”

"I know that. Wang Ying said: "But ......" "It's nothing." Ye Zheng on the side suddenly said: "If you feel embarrassed, you will marry ** in the future, I also think you two are quite compatible." Ye Zheng rarely made a joke. "I think you and Jiajia are a good match!" Wang Ying said. Lin Yujia was standing by Ye Zheng's side, Wang Ying's words, Ye Zheng was okay, after all, his psychological quality was strong enough. Although Lin Yujia is also quite arrogant, this kind of thing happens to her little girl's mind, and it is inevitable that she is a little shy.

She looked down at her watch and said, "You guys are busy, I'm going to be a tutor." "Well, bye-bye, be careful on the road. Ye Zheng said. "Bye-bye. Lin Yujia left here, stopped again, turned around and shouted to Ye Zheng: "Don't forget to bring me the piano score tomorrow!" "I won't forget!" Ye Zheng smiled.

Lin Yujia smiled and turned to leave. Walking on the road, Lin Yujia kept thinking about the things of these days, it has been two weeks since the last time Ye Zheng wrote poems in a shocking manner, and in these two weeks, she learned "Annie's Wonderland" and "So-and-so's Summer".

"The Summer of So-and-so", that is, "The Summer of Kikujiro", Ye Zheng unceremoniously deleted this kind of thing with Dongying elements. In the summer of so-and-so, this artistic conception has also been raised to a higher level! Wang Ying's piano room has basically become a place for Lin Yujia to practice the piano. She only had two piano pieces in two weeks, but there was a vague thought in her mind. The idea originated from a conversation they had two weeks ago. After Wu Yueyue's re-exposure, Ye Zheng added the identity of a famous online writer. And the most intuitive thing is that the words with an annual income of tens of millions are like a thorn in the coffin, stabbing Lin Yujia. She knew that she liked Ye Zheng. However, she found that Ye Zheng was too good, and the gap between them was too big. The screenwriter who has received the attention of the National Theater, the screenwriter and assistant director of the micro-film, the original author of so many piano scores, the low-key genius poet who has shocked the poetry world, and the online writer with an annual income of tens of millions. In front of these identities, let alone Lin Yujia, even if he has always been chic, he can't be calm, shouting to hug Ye Zheng's thigh.

Lin Yujia's family is poor, but she is strong-minded and never feels inferior because of her family situation. But in the face of Ye Zheng, this inferiority complex began to sprout in her heart and grew rapidly. Even her academic performance and piano, which she was proud of in the past, were simply not worth mentioning in front of Ye Zheng. She felt that she was far from being worthy of Ye Zheng, although Ye Zheng seemed to like her a lot, and was far more enthusiastic about her than other girls. But Lin Yujia couldn't be sure whether the enthusiasm was a good feeling between men and women, or just pure friendship. And even if he liked her, what could he do? Would his sister, his parents and relatives, agree that he was so good with an ordinary girl?

No matter what Lin Yujia thinks, he also feels that being with Ye Zheng is a delusional thing. However, Wu Yueyue's words always sounded in her mind. "Because of this, you have to start in advance, otherwise as he grows, the gap between you will get bigger and bigger, and after ten years, when he grows to a height that you can't see on tiptoe, you really have no chance......" There was a thought that kept flashing in her mind, if I work hard now, no matter how hard I work hard, can I shorten the gap with him, at least ten years later, I can touch his chest on tiptoe?

Lin Yujia never felt that she was a hypocritical girl, and she never thought about the thoughts of those idol drama-style little daughters. But now she finds that she has fallen, her heart has fallen. Shaking his head vigorously, Lin Yujia told himself, don't think about it, just work hard now. Whether it is about Ye Zheng or not, hard work is always the right thing to do. At the end of October, after a month of shooting, the micro-film "I Heard" was completed.

The final scene was done at Du Xiaoyun's house, because of the regulations, they couldn't set off firecrackers and fireworks to celebrate, so two large tables of banquets were set up at Du Xiaoyun's house, several main actors and the entire crew were all there, and Ye Zheng also specially called Yang Lan and Luo Wen, who only played the role of the dragon. The performance of the two of them is also good, especially Yang Lan, everyone says that she is a very talented person. Last week, Sun Siyang, the dean of the School of Directors, and Tang Qingfang talked to Ye Zheng, and after Ye Zheng politely refused to transfer to the School of Directors, he also specially gave Yang Lan to them and asked them to help Yang Lan cultivate a second major in the acting department.

Nearly 20 people set up a banquet full of two large tables, and the atmosphere was very warm. After being lively for a while, after everyone officially sat down, Cheng Yijian, as the director, stood up and picked up the wine glass, and said with a smile: "After a busy month, our micro-film is finally finished." This month, everyone has worked hard! Come, toast first!" "Cheers!" everyone stood up, raised their glasses, and drank them all. The girls drink fruit drinks. Cheng Yijian filled his wine glass and said: "If you say that the busiest and hardest person in our crew, it is undoubtedly Ye Zheng." In fact, everyone knows in their hearts, although I am a director, Ye Zheng has done a better job as a director than me, and the screenwriter in the early stage has to edit in the later stage, Ye Zheng has to take on the main work, come on, let's all applaud and welcome Ye Zheng to say a few words. ”

"Okay. Ye Zheng said with a smile: "Our micro-film lenses are two or three times that of many micro-films, but they are basically completed synchronously, this is not my credit alone, this is the result of everyone's joint efforts! Speaking of which, this month, everyone has really worked hard, especially Uncle Chen and Aunt Du, we have also delayed a lot of their business." Uncle Chen, I will pay for the delayed business, and it will be regarded as the rent of the venue. Chen Zhou waved his hand again and again: "No, don't ......" "Uncle Chen, don't shirk, this is deserved." Ye Zheng smiled: "You all treat me as a master, of course I have to make some blood." However, our students will not have salaries and subsidies. In this way, tomorrow weekend, I invite everyone to form a group to visit the Forbidden City. ”

"Okay, okay!" Wang Ying clapped her hands and cheered. "What's your name, you little rich woman is not short of money, I won't take your money, you take it yourself. Ye Zheng said.

"Don't!" Wang Ying was next to Ye Zheng, hugged Ye Zheng's arm and shook it coquettishly: "My little mistress, don't, you said that you want to support others......

Left and right. "Huh, so little?" said Lin Yujia. Ye Zheng smiled: "Don't worry, I'll greet them when you release the record, and I will definitely let you get at least hundreds of thousands." "That's a lot!okay!okay!" Lin Yujia smiled again and nodded.

"So excited about money?" Ye Zheng asked with a smile. "Well, if I can earn hundreds of thousands, my brother won't have to work hard every day!" Lin Yujia said, his eyes full of anticipation. Ye Zheng didn't know Lin Yujia's family situation yet, and was a little curious about what she said, and was just about to ask, when the mobile phone rang. Xiao Qi's phone.

"Hey, where is Ye Dong, Ye Dong?" Xiao Qi's laughter rang out. "At school!" Ye Zheng said, "What's the matter?"

"Uncle said you want to go back to the company, I'm here to pick you up!" Xiao Qi smiled and said, "How is it? I'm here to be courteous!" "Uncle is Sun Zhaofu, Ye Zheng is called uncle, Xiao Qi also calls uncle, he is always very well-behaved in front of Sun Zhaofu, and he likes Sun Zhaofu very much. Sun Zhaofu sometimes jokes: "

The staff handed the pen to Ye Zheng, Ye Zheng walked to the table, took a chair and sat down, and there was a pile of white paper in front of him. The students who had been watching the excitement for a long time all rushed to the stage at once, and such an exciting thing is rare. Nowadays, people have made contradictions, and basically they are all scolding and fighting, and this kind of cultural fighting is really rare!

In particular, the contradiction just now was already very intense, and there were many people who liked poetry in the audience, and after listening to the previous debate about poetry, everyone had some thoughts in their hearts. But whatever the point of view, the love of poetry is real. Whether poetry dies or not, and whether today's poets are just self-styled narcissistic groups is a topic that the whole society is debating! What is Ye Zheng going to do today? He wants to deny the concept that poetry is dead! He wants to prove that poetry still has vitality and the existence of poets with his own strength!

And as Qian Xinwei said, this is a place where countless people have fallen in the sand for 20 years. Many people like Ye Zheng want to prove that poetry is not dead, but they all fail! So, knowing that this matter is so difficult, Ye Zheng still has to do it, is he a madman or a fool? After all, there are two dramas as the background, and there are amazing three-line poems just now, so everyone knows that Ye Zheng is indeed talented. However, there have been many talented people over the years, but no one can be convincingly called a "poet" by the public!

What exactly is Ye Zheng going to do? What kind of poems is he going to write? A group of people gathered around, and the innermost ones were Lin Yujia, Ma Huijie, Sun Yang, and the original five judges, who were close to each other and had seized a good position in advance. Qian Xinwei also brought Jiaojiao over, and everyone made way for them and let them stand in the innermost. Ye Zheng was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and there were more than 100 people standing on the entire stage, and the short students outside couldn't see Ye Zheng inside at all. And some couples, the girl rides on the boy's shoulder and looks inside.

"Write it. Qian Xinwei said unconcernedly. In his opinion, maybe Ye Zheng can write two or three good works, but so what? A huge Chinese poetry scene cannot be revitalized by three or two good poems. It takes a bucket of water and a cart of water to extinguish the fire, and a drop of water is useless. Ye Zheng nodded lightly, and under the attention of everyone, he picked up the pen and began to write on the first piece of paper. "Broken Chapters". You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are watching you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams. The first modern poem, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter", is one of the most widely read masterpieces in the history of Chinese poetry in the 20th century. The poem is short and plain. But the language is light and far away, and it reads with ancient meaning and eternal aftertaste, which is a very good work.

Even if Bian Zhilin only relies on this poem in his life, it is enough to be immortal. "Good poetry!" Sun Yang couldn't help but admire. The people around also nodded their heads and praised them, so the hearts of the people on the periphery itched, what kind of poetry is it? Let everyone praise each other, and they all nodded and said that it was a good poem.

"If I read the poem you wrote here to everyone, will it affect your writing below?" Sun Yang asked Ye Zheng. "No, it won't. Ye Zheng said, and began to write the second song. Sun Yang excitedly began to recite the poem "Broken Chapter", and the students inside stared at the blank paper below. The pen in Ye Zheng's hand wrote quickly, and lines of words poured out from the tip of his pen.

"Rain Alley" holds an oil-paper umbrella, alone. It's long, long. Lonely rain alley. I hope it will be. A lilac-like girl with a grievance. Lines of words spread out, and a hazy and confused beauty spreads. The misty Jiangnan, the lone wanderer wandering in the rainy alley, and the girl who is as sad as a lilac...... This poem is written both real and virtual, hazy and trance-like, wandering alone in the rainy alley, as if full of sorrow, but unwilling to speak. It's a different style from the previous poem!

"What a beautiful artistic conception, such a beautiful sorrow. One of the girls said, her voice soft, as if she didn't want to break the atmosphere created by the words. It's strange that so many people seem to be much quieter because of this poem. This piece of paper was picked up by Ye Zheng and put aside, he picked up the third piece of paper and began to write, Sun Yang picked up this piece of paper and began to read it to the people outside. Sun Yang seemed to have a feeling that he was doing something very sacred, that he was witnessing the birth of a miracle.

You are the April day in the world, and the third poem comes from Lin Huiyin, with beautiful artistic conception, pure content, skillful form, and gorgeous language. The poem uses overlapping metaphors, the imagery is beautiful without the slightest suspicion of carving, and the fresh and natural emotional outpouring is seen in the gorgeous decoration. "You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow, whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day in the world!"

When the three poems were written, Qian Xinwei's complexion changed slightly, but he still sneered: "These poems are just some shallow children's private affairs, without any connotation and deep meaning, shallow! Classmate, your experience and depth of thought are not enough, that is, you are just making some articles on love......" Ye Zheng did not speak, indeed, these three poems have their own stories behind them. The background of the times of "Broken Chapter" and "Rain Alley", the love entanglement after "You Are the April Day in the World". There is no such thing in this world, and there is naturally a layer of feeling missing.

He ignored Qian Xinwei's words, but continued to write on the paper Looking for Li Bai! Drinking and singing wildly, who is the hero, and the arrogant boots are still falling. In the hands of Gao Lishi's shame, the man was gone, and the wine entered the bowels of Hao, and seven points became moonshine. The remaining three points roared into sword qi, and as soon as the embroidery mouth was spit out, it was half a prosperous Tang Dynasty.

As soon as this poem, which has been called "a rare swan song in the contemporary Chinese poetry circle", came out, there was an exclamation. Condensed and complex sentences that can make people chew over and over again. Among them, there is a sentence of "half of the Tang Dynasty when the embroidery mouth is spit out", the pen is powerful and intriguing. "Good poetry! Great poetry!

Sun Yang had just finished reading the previous poem, and after reading this poem "Looking for Li Bai", he couldn't help but praise loudly: "Such a poem can be called a masterpiece in the Chinese poetry circle! Even in the past few decades, in that era of flourishing poetry, it is definitely an extremely rare masterpiece!" Qian Xinwei's expression became solemn, this poem "Looking for Li Bai" is Ye Zheng's counterattack, a counterattack to his sentence just now, "You can only make a fuss about love and love". And it was quite powerful, like a slap in the face, and hit him hard in the face! Ye Zheng finished writing this poem, put it aside, and picked up another piece of paper. Qian Xinwei looked at Ye Zheng's calm expression and the flying tip of his pen, and suddenly had a bad premonition, as if today, the person in front of him was really going to create a miracle......

And Ye Zheng also entered a magical state at this time, those poets of all kinds in his previous life, those poems of various styles, seemed to be a flood that opened the floodgates, filling his mind. It is they who sing loudly in the tide of the times, it is they who think silently in the lonely light, it is they who struggle in pain...... The tip of his pen is non-stop, and one poem after another is swayed on a blank sheet of paper.

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood, and travel the world......" Who can be more miserable than Haizi, but can write this simple, clear and sincere and kind prayer in loneliness and despair!" "If I love you, I will never be like a climbing Lingxiao flower, showing off myself through your high branches......" Who can be more lyrical and hazy than Shu Ting. "How can I let you meet me, in my most beautiful moment......" Xi Murong's young girl's heart of spring naturally revealed.

"The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but I am standing in front of you, you don't know ...... I love you" romance writer Zhang Xiaoxian came. "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light. "Gu Cheng's predecessors used just two lines of words to make an immortal masterpiece in the history of poetry!

One poem after another kept falling on the paper, and one by one the paper was recited by Sun Yang, and then circulated among the crowd to read. Passers-by were attracted to witness the miracle created by Ye Zheng. Everyone who could see Ye Zheng saw Ye Zheng's expressions change, shocked, admired, admired, incredible...... The masterpieces of that world suddenly appeared in this world through Ye Zheng's hand, bringing endless shock to the people who saw them for the first time in this world.

Qian Xinwei's face was ugly, but it was as difficult to hide the shock in his eyes as everyone else. Who would have imagined that a freshman student, who is no more than 20 years old, would move a classic masterpiece out like a cabbage. Another poem fell on a blank piece of paper, and Sun Yang's voice was already hoarse, but he was still reciting excitedly. Ma Huijie and Lin Yujia looked at Ye Zheng's eyes with an indescribable light. Ye Zheng didn't know how many poems he had written, but only the last one was left in the original pile of blank paper.

He stopped, moved his arm that was a little sore, raised his head to look at Qian Xinwei, who was glazed over, and asked, "Can these poems of mine prove that Chinese poetry is still alive?" Qian Xinwei stared blankly, at a loss, and opened his mouth without making any sound.

"Wizard! Wizard!" An excited voice sounded, the crowd split into a passage, and a man with slightly gray hair walked in, holding a few of Ye Zheng's poems in his hand, and he looked at Ye Zheng's eyes like looking at a glowing gem.

"Dean Cai of the Faculty of Arts. Sun Yang whispered to Ye Zheng and explained the identity of the person who came. Ye Zheng smiled at Dean Cai and nodded, but did not speak to him.

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