"What?!Let me participate in the activities of your literary club? Don't, don't, you know that Brother Yong and I are a rough person, let me move bricks on the construction site, what can I do with this dance and ink, so I don't want to pull me to this activity today. ”

Hearing the intentions of Ming Lei Yutong and others, Li Huayong couldn't cry or laugh, he almost didn't think about refusing immediately.

And after Li Huayong finished speaking, Lei Yutong didn't speak, only looked at Li Huayong with her talking eyes, Li Huayong still understood her eyes, and she clearly hoped that she would not refuse.

Lei Yutong didn't speak, her two best friends went to twitter and spoke, Zhao Shujun said in her Wu Nong's soft language: "Oh, Brother Yong, let's go, this is not what you taught us, if you want to become a master of architecture, you must have a double study of arts and sciences, and point out that our defect is in Chinese studies, and now we are ready to make up for this lesson, which you can bear to refuse?"

"I... When have I ever said such a thing?"

"That's what you said at the symposium that day. ”

Li Huayong glanced at Zhao Shujun funny, what he said that day was roughly what he meant, but words like "double cultivation" came out of a girl's mouth, how did she feel weird.

Li Huayong still didn't want to go, he smiled and said to Zhao Shujun: "Although that's the case, but I don't want to be a master architect, oh no, I should say that I can't be a master builder, oh no, I should say that I can't be a person who is born with a lack of artistic cells, and this is not something that can be made up by making up for one or two lessons, so don't pull me in on the activities I talked about today, it's a waste of time to take me there." ”

"Hehe, who dares to say that Brother Yong has no artistic cells. At this time, another girl, Su Qing, said with a smile:

"Brother Yong, you may not know, your talent has long been spread in our school, especially in a small area in the girls' building of our school, everyone has admired you for a long time, and many people have been impressed by your profound writing skills. ”

Li Huayong was dumbfounded, although he knew that Su Qing was joking, but this joke was a bit too exaggerated, right? What is the "profound writing skills", what is the "long-admired admiration", what is this?

Zhao Shujun smiled and hugged Lei Yutong and said the answer: "Hehe, Brother Yong may not know, we have all read the letters you wrote to Tongtong, but you can't blame Tongtong, because the letters you gave to Tongtong were all rushed to see by us, and everyone appreciates your literary talent." For example, I've long been impressed by Brother Yong's literary literacy. ”

Li Huayong set his eyes on Lei Yutong, Lei Yutong blushed and acquiesced with a smile.

Li Huayong couldn't cry or laugh again, but he didn't blame Lei Yutong, although he had communicated letters with Lei Yutong for several years, but these letters did not involve emotion, and did not involve privacy.

As for the "profound writing skills", Li Huayong guessed that it may be because he came from later generations, and there may be many habits of later generations of Internet languages between the lines, and what is the biggest feature of Internet languages, which is, of course, the so-called "frequent golden sentences". Therefore, it is normal for such words to make college students in this era feel novel.

Seeing that a few girls insisted on letting him go, Li Huayong was embarrassed to refuse again, he turned to Lin Kai and said:

"How about Xiao Kai? You can decide this matter, you say go, then let's all go together. ”

"Go, of course go, why don't you go, speaking of which, I still have a few sisters to thank, your brother Yong doesn't have to accept this kind of edification, I, a farmer in Xiangjiang, have long wanted to accept the influence of mainland culture......"

Lin Kai's mouth was like honey, which made several girls tremble, so several people left the guest house and went to participate in the activities held by this literary club.

On the way, Li Huayong asked about the specific content of this activity: "Ah? Today is actually a poetry tasting conference, and someone will recite the poems they created in public? Your literary club has also invited many famous Shanghai literary artists to comment in public? Hehe, it's time to take a good look." ”

Everyone was puzzled and didn't understand why Li Huayong suddenly became interested. Of course, that's because of the name of "hazy poetry", you must know that in the 80s, "hazy poetry" and the so-called "scar literature" were two very significant cultural characteristics of this era.

Li Huayong remembered that he was studying in his previous life, and at that time he was already the tail of the "hazy poetry" era. When Li Huayong was in high school, there was a classmate who usually had a good relationship in front of him, that guy was an avid fan of hazy poetry, he subscribed to almost all poetry journals in China, copied and wrote there every day, and from time to time he also "created" one or two poems, he naturally didn't dare to submit them, but just showed them to his classmates who usually had a good relationship, and then let everyone comment.

Li Huayong, as a science and engineering man without any artistic cells, naturally can't understand that thing, maybe because of this, that guy also likes to show Li Huayong the poems he wrote, and then ask Li Huayong to "say a few words".

Li Huayong has no impression of what poems that old man wrote or how he "commented" back then, the only thing that impressed him was that he returned to his hometown a few decades later, and the hazy poetry fanatic of the year has become a successful businessman, his shrewdness, or his worldliness, made Li Huayong breathtaking, and made him feel how people could change so much.

I heard that today is also a "poetry tasting conference", which evokes Li Huayong's good memories, and it is also the reason why he suddenly became enthusiastic.

With a mind full of good memories, Li Huayong walked forward with a smile.

"Brother Yong, what are you laughing at?"

It was Lei Yutong's gentle voice. Li Huayong suddenly found that everyone was walking, Lin Kai and the other two girls had already walked to the front, and he and Lei Yutong were slightly two steps behind them.

"Brother Yong also wanted to compose poetry just now, but it's a pity that I was disturbed by you like this, and I was scared away by you for a little bit of poetry that I rarely mentioned. ”

Lei Yutong pursed her lips and smiled, of course she knew that Li Huayong was talking nonsense.

"When is Brother Yong leaving?"

"Oh, I should have left tomorrow, but if something happens now, I might be staying for a few days. ”

Lei Yutong didn't react to Li Huayong's words, and after walking a few more steps, she suddenly said:

"Brother Yong, Lin, Sister Lin Wei, is she okay now?"

Li Huayong glanced at Lei Yutong deeply, this was the first time she mentioned Lin Wei in front of her, and of course Li Huayong knew what she meant.

Lao Lei, the girl, has a little feeling about herself, and Li Huayong certainly knows it. It's just how to say it? It's true that I like Lei Yutong a little, but Li Huayong knows that it is not love, to be precise, his kind of liking is almost the same as Xia Minghuan and Zhang Yongping liking her.

Of course, Li Huayong will not exclude Lei Yutong from liking or even falling in love with him, after all, men have vanity, and everyone likes to be loved by others.

"Oh, you mean your sister Lotus? Don't worry, she's stupid, haha, the so-called stupid people have stupid blessings, so she's fine now." ”

After Li Huayong said this, he deliberately quickened his pace and tried to walk with a few people in the front row.

What Li Huayong didn't notice was that Lei Yutong, who was still lagging behind, looked at him blankly, her expression became gloomy, and she had a distressing expression on her face.

This was nothing, but the real accident happened half an hour later, more than 20 minutes after the so-called "poetry tasting meeting" began.

Tang Hongjun was reciting his poems on the stage, Zhao Shujun and Su Qing came to Li Huayong, Zhao Shujun smiled and asked in a low voice: "Brother Yong, what do you think of his poem?"

Li Huayong looked at Tang Hongjun, who was on the stage, and he couldn't help but smile and said seriously:

"Well, I think it's good, it's hazy. ”

"Oh, so what do you think is so good?"

"It's good that I didn't understand a word, isn't this the highest level of hazy poetry? ”

Speaking of this, Li Huayong finally couldn't help but smile on his face. To be honest, he really wasn't making fun of Tang Hongjun---- in fact, when he was reciting the work just now, Li Huayong didn't listen to it at all.

He just recalled his high school classmate again, and remembered that he used this standard to judge that old man's poems back then:

Any work that you can understand is definitely not good, and only if you can't understand it is a good poem.

"Did Brother Yong write poems himself?"

Li Huayong glanced at Zhao Shujun: "You have praised my high literary literacy, but I don't dare to say anything else, but I really wrote hazy poems." ”

"Can you read it to us here?"

"Is this convenient?"

"Of course, it's convenient, and anyone who wants to recite works here is welcome. ”

"That's right, okay, Xiao Kai, come here, wait for me to have a poem here, you can help me recite it on stage......"

After all, Li Huayong is a traverser, and it can be said that any traversal person, plagiarizing literary works and using pretenses to force it is a conventional trick, and Li Huayong is certainly not exempt from vulgarity.

Li Huayong only hated that the era he had traveled through was wrong, and he seemed to be dressed a little too close, which greatly reduced his chances, and now he finally had this opportunity, and today is also a harmless occasion, so of course Li Huayong also wants to pretend.

After Li Huayong and Lin Kai whispered, Lin Kai's face was embarrassed, and he whispered to Li Huayong:

"Brother Yong, I'm not going, you have to go by yourself, what kind of broken poem are you, you obviously want to embarrass me, right?"

Li Huayong's eyes widened, and he also reprimanded in a very small voice:

By the way, it seems that you are really right today, you really want to be cultivated in this kind of place. Let me tell you, I am a classic of hazy poetry, and it is called "a hazy poem that tells what is a hazy poem", and you dare to say that such a good poem is a broken poem. ”

"Since it's a good poem, go yourself. ”

"Are you going?"

Under the coercion of Li Huayong, Lin Kai obediently retreated, so after more than 10 minutes, today's event came to the first climax.

The host announced with emotion: Next, I invite Mr. Lin Kai from Xiangjiang to recite his work, which is a poem called "Donkey".

Lin Kai's mood didn't seem to be very good, he walked to the front desk and began to listlessly recite the work that Li Huayong gave him in Cantonese:

donkey

A donkey, lying in a grass hut.

A donkey, still lying in a grass hut.

A donkey, still lying in a grass hut.

One day

Two days,

Three days

Originally

It's a dead donkey.