If nothing else, Liang Shuang will definitely stay in school. Self-produced and self-sold, and the teachers in the department use it in advance, which is not an exaggeration.

"The key is for you. I'll have to help out in two days, and you'll be the only one left in the department, and you'll take care of the office and the lab. Liang Shuang handed the test paper and the key to Zhao Lindao, "If we don't come back before the end of the term, you can make the paper yourself and fill in the file." ”

Zhao Lin's face was dark, this school is too free, and it is too modern style.

But he still said, "Why don't I go and help too?" It's more than half of this semester, and I don't know what we're doing, isn't it a shame to say it?"

Liang Shuang scolded, "You still dare to say it, you will disappear without saying hello, I can't find you for a few days, I am planning to hand over things to foreign classmates." It's good that you're back, otherwise you'd have lost your face. ”

After scolding, he continued: "Don't think about good things. You stay here and read more literature in foreign languages, and when I come back, you will have to tell me about the new developments in the world. Our textbooks also have to be recompiled, you prepare the literature in advance, and when I come back, we will discuss the changes together. ”

"When are you leaving?" Zhao Lin said embarrassedly, "If you are not in a hurry, let's drink one for you to practice in the evening." ”

"I can't drink it, I have to leave immediately. But I can remember this, and you'll have to make it up to me when you come back. Liang Shuang slapped Zhao Lin vigorously and went out with a small package.

With his student ID in his arms, he can enter any classroom he wants to attend, and he will not be named in any class, because no matter which teacher's roster does not have his name Zhao Lin.

Chen Nanyan would occasionally come to Beijing University, and Zhao Lin would lie on the edge of Weiming Lake with the complete works of Tagore in their arms, chatting about poetry, and listening to the choir's rehearsals at any time.

Zhao Lin can no longer maintain the dignity of a man in science, and can only find confidence in literature. Fortunately, the status of literature in people's hearts in this era is no less than the honor of money in society in later generations.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light. It's too late to copy this kind of classic, but I grabbed a lot of hazy poems to coax girls.

Zhao Lin's voice has been practiced again, and the slow hazy poems really sound like singing when they read. As soon as Zhao Lin read "If I love you, I will never be like a climbing Ling Xiaohua, borrowing your high branches to show off; never learn ......" Chen Nanyan was hot, which was better than any flirting method, and he obediently went back to live in the small courtyard with him.

Huang Cheng arranged the room quite well, the stepping bed was really as big as eight steps, and it was okay for the two of them to toss on it.

Find the excitement and the days become fuller.

The groups of people lying on the grass reading poetry by the unnamed lake are not all lovers. Without Chen Nanyan by his side, Zhao Lin could also find many like-minded people.

There are not too many student poets at Beijing University, all of them are like chicken blood, and they are fighting passionately every day. I fantasize that I use a pen like Mr. Lu Xun to arouse the paralyzed hearts of the world. Zhao Lin couldn't figure out how this group of guys could maintain this passion if they didn't have enough food or clothing, and they didn't have a dime in their hands.

It's not easy to keep this passion on yourself, but it's good to get closer and learn.

Two barrels of freshly brewed beer, a barbecue grill from a street blacksmith shop were set up, chunks of meat and whole chickens were laid out, and they could be joined in by reciting a poem, and in less than an hour everyone was gathered.

Ye Shangzhi, the current president of the Jingda Poetry and Literature Society, read a long poem with drunken eyes, patted Zhao Lin on the shoulder and said that he was already a member of the Poetry Society.

Plagiarism is such a thing, and it is the pleasure of the boudoir to do it in front of Chen Nanyan, and it is too low to take it out to fool the personality. It's really not enough to get a barbecue. As a pseudo-poet, he can only memorize poems and not create, and using this method to penetrate them is quite rude.

"Let's welcome new members together!" Ye Shangzhi raised his glass and cheered.

A warm welcome from all. There is no way, poets are also people, Zhao Lin's wine and meat offensive is too fierce, and no one can resist it.

Being included in the small group made Zhao Lin, who had drunk a lot of wine, blush, and now he said that he was a poet in front of Chen Nanyan, so he didn't have to blush, we have official certification.

This group of people should be the earliest moonlight clan, at the beginning of the month, they were extravagant, and when the moon was not over, they were thankful that they could gnaw two mouthfuls of dry food, and now there is such a local tyrant as Zhao Lin, where is there a reason to let go.

"We should print a collection of poems and record the fruits of everyone's labor. Zhao Lin pulled Ye Shangzhi and said, "Don't let everyone's hard work be dusted." ”

"If you have money, you can print. Ye Shangzhi was already drunk, and blurted out the truth.

The last thing Zhao Lin lacks is money, and with a wave of his hand, he said, "If you have a poem, you can print it." ”

A small barbecue made him a poet, and if he didn't do something for them, he always felt that something was missing, and the next day Zhao Lin took Ye Shangzhi out of the school to find a printing house.

It is not easy to find a printing factory to undertake private work, and it is only after searching the entire capital that I find a small private factory. The factory was nested in a private house, with only one machine, and the boss was only three workers.

Unlike Ye Shangzhi's excitement, Zhao Lin was very skeptical that these people could do this job.

The cover of the poetry collection was designed by a talent from the art department who was only invited by Hongta Mountain, and it would be too wasteful if it was printed in a mess.

"Don't worry, my master is very powerful, and he will never make a mistake!" said a guy who was younger than the sixth son.

Zhao Lin smiled and took out the deposit. This place is a little worse, but it is impossible for a regular printing house to take such a small order from him, and he has no choice but to change places if he wants to.

The literati are ashamed to talk about money, and Ye Shangzhi ignores Zhao Lin's flowing money, but actively cooperates in these matters. The barbecue beer is good to eat, and the temptation to turn your work into a lead word is even greater.

The work of collecting works is simpler, everyone has a lot of manuscripts in their hands, and the space of formal journals is limited, so it is too difficult to submit them. Now that there is such an opportunity to turn the words into lead characters, who still hides them? I wish they were handed over to Zhao Lin and asked him to print them quickly.

What's more, Zhao Lin used the best paper, and he also spent a lot of effort to make the cover, which is no worse than the regular reading materials in the bookstore.

The first collection of poems was printed in only fifty copies, and it included the works of members of the poetry society. The quality of the poems varies, but the clothes, the beautiful covers, and the tall paper make this collection look alluring.

The advent of this poetry collection has exploded in the poetry circle of Beijing University.