In this era of poetry and literature everywhere, poets and writers are flooded. Nishijima is one of those people who have just published one or two tofu cubes in local literary journals, made newspaper clippings, and come out to "chase their dreams".

Of course, chasing dreams always slowly turns into a mess, and then into an old oil.

People always say that those who dream big and have a distant heart will be easier to move forward, but in fact, there are many so-called "big dreams", which are just convenient for self-deception and paralysis.

This time, it was the Shenzhen Student Union and the Poetry Society that invited the West Island, not the school, otherwise it would never be this reception specification.

He thought that bringing Minister Liu, who had just drunk and slapped the table together, to come back at noon would be enough for him to regain his face last night, take his things and then retire safely, but he didn't expect that this year's new students from other places would be so fierce.

Minister Liu couldn't hold him up in the end, so he could only help him.

Because Minister Liu didn't expect it, he was also stunned......

When Zheng Xinfeng grabbed him by the collar and asked him, do you know who I am?

"Teacher Nishijima, should you really take the ......" Xiangfu walked on the road, carrying a quilt lunch box, Liu Mingsheng was worried, after all, it is difficult to become a writer now, and he still knows a little about the situation of being a poet.

If you have a literary dream and can't write a story, then become a poet and know how to branch out. It's better to not be able to speak clearly.

"How is it possible?!" Mr. Nishijima said with a sad and indignant face, "My hands are used to hold the pen, and my heart belongs to poetry, how could I do such a thing?"

"Oh, that night was an exchange meeting, is it still on time?" Liu Mingsheng looked at the appearance of Teacher Nishijima.

"Of course, and I will definitely participate. Even the sea of swords and fires can't stop my yearning for poetry. "Nijima said: If Nima doesn't cheat money, or cheats a girl who can cheat Sega and cheat money, do you think I have the money to leave the deep city by car?

"I'll just wear a hat at night. He said again.

Minister Liu nodded, "Then let's go to the student office first." ”

After the beating, it was miserable, and the person left.

What kind of fingerprint collection is said in these years, such a small case is unrealistic. And the money must have been spent, do you want to check? To be honest, Jiang Che is quite lazy to fight wits and courage with such a small character. Think about the people he used to be angry with...... People can't go back more and more as they live, so if Director Niu and Master Wang knew about it in prison, I am afraid that they would complain that Jiang Che didn't even save them a little face.

If you really want to move him, let Lao Biao casually send a little brother over, stuff something on him, and then get it in, but Jiang Che and Zheng Xinfeng don't seem to be necessary.

There were only their own people left in the dormitory, and the roommates of 306 were a little excited and excited after they got through the state of bewilderment. At the same time, they are also a little worried about Tong Yang...... After all, the money was not returned.

Tong Yang walked up to Zheng Xinfeng and Jiang Che, and his voice was a little hoarse after crying, "Thank you, Lao Jiang, Lao Zheng, thank you for helping me vent my anger...... If the school comes to me, I'll tell you. ”

After thanking him, he climbed onto the wall above the bed and lay down. Two hundred, what should I do?

Zheng Xinfeng went to his bedside and took the book casually, flipped through it, and suddenly pretended to be surprised and said, "Ha, it turns out that the money has not been lost, what about this, Tong Yang." It seems that the poet has really been wronged, but remember not to say it. ”

This is too obvious, and the envelope can't be found, and this scene is already short of props.

Tong Yang turned over and looked at it, a little crying and laughing, and said, "Lao Zheng, this is not my money, my 8 scattered sheets...... Thanks, you put it away. ”

Zheng Xinfeng smiled, "Isn't it urgent?"

"......" Tong Yang thought about it and chose to shake his head.

Zheng Xinfeng sat back and said, "Actually, you should all know that two hundred yuan is really not much for me, and it is no problem to lend you or even give it to you." But...... Lao Jiang, what do you mean, you still say. ”

Jiang Che nodded, "Tong Yang, how are you going to write a letter to tell your parents about these two hundred yuan?"

was reminded, Tong Yang's eyes were full of tears again, and he said while thinking, "I don't know." Anyway, there is no way to do it at home, and my parents will definitely be sad...... I, I'm better not to mention it. ”

"That's right, though I guess the money must be of some urgent use. Jiang Che nodded, and then said, "But, where is this?"

“…… Deep City?"

"Yes, the deep city, the special zone, people from all over the country come here to make money. You're here, going to college, but you have a lot of spare time, two hundred yuan, as long as you're willing to work and want to...... It's not that hard in the deep city, you know?"

That's all for Tong Yang, not only for Tong Yang, but also for other roommates.

This is a school of the same grade, or even a little higher, famous and not-famous, who has a high probability of producing a shopping mall tycoon? This is the temperament of the school, the temperament of the Special Economic Zone, Jiang Che also wants to see if there will be any new people coming out in this life.

So he didn't give Tong Yang money today, but gave this sentence.

"If you really need it urgently, let's borrow it from Mr. Zheng first. "At least in the current situation, Zheng Xinfeng is the boss, and Jiang Che is a volunteer teacher who has a deep friendship with the big boss.

With that, there was a knock at the door......

"Who just hit someone?" asked a student office teacher standing in the doorway.

"Me. ”

"Both of us. ”

Jiang Che and Zheng Xinfeng stood up, stretched out their hands to stop Tong Yang who was about to stand up, and said to their roommates at the same time, "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

…………

I came out after dinner with the school leaders.

Jiang Che and Zheng Xinfeng stayed at the school leader for a whole afternoon, not only beating the poet, this matter was finished in a few minutes, mainly another matter, they talked with the leader for a long time.

"What, do you really care about it?" Zheng Xinfeng asked as he walked on the road.

The school asked Jiang Che to care about the poet and expose the matter, and Jiang Che agreed.

"How is it possible, go in and take a turn, make a show, and we'll come out. Jiang Che glanced at the student teacher behind him, as a student of Shenzhen University, he still had to give this face.

He was not an arrogant and domineering person in the first place.

"Teacher, let's go in and find him. Jiang Che walked up to the teacher and said politely.

The teacher nodded, stayed in the doorway, and lit a cigarette.

The exchange meeting of the poetry club is relatively simple, with a classroom and a microphone, it is enough. When Jiang Che and Zheng Xinfeng walked to the back of the people and sat down, the exchange meeting was probably halfway through, and on the podium, a girl was reciting a poem she wrote herself:

"When I was eight years old, I saw a white hair on your head

Screamed

You've been sad for a whole day

afterward

Gray hair is becoming more common

We became less of a meeting

……”

"It's not bad. Zheng Xinfeng pulled Jiang Che and said, "What is this writing?"

"Write about her mother. After Jiang Che finished speaking, he felt that it was not right, and hurriedly explained: "I mean, writing about her mother, it sounds so interesting." ”

At the same time, the girl on the podium also finished reading the poem, and with a somewhat nervous smile, she walked to the side of the podium and bowed amid applause.

A boy walked up to her, took the microphone and said, "Li Nanfang's song "Mother's White Hair" made my eyes red in the audience...... In this way, fellow poets, if you have any opinions you want to exchange, please raise your hand and tell me?"

He stretched out his hand to gesture, and soon, a boy stood up in the audience.

The boy took the microphone and blew his nose first...... The noise was loud.

"I burst into tears, I cried, this is the charm of poetry, and Li Nanfang's works are full of infectious ......"

The boy began to talk at length and on and on.

Zheng Xinfeng looked at Jiang Che, "Are poets so unhygienic?

Jiang Che: "It seems to be a little more abundant." ”

Zheng Xinfeng: "Anyway, I can't stand it, let's go." ”

Jiang Che: "It's okay. ”

The two of them were just about to stand up, when the host on the podium spoke: "Mr. Nishijima, can you please help us comment on this poem by Li Nanfang?

The students in the audience enthusiastically cheered and said, "Yes." ”

Although they don't know where Nishijima-sensei is famous and what he has written.