"In the beginning of ancient times, who preached?" is also the beginning, and the heavenly question of the old master is more than "God said that there should be light, so there was light." "It's infinitely stronger. Because there is more freedom to ask questions than to answer. This is where the envy of Westerners over Chinese culture comes from.

Zhao Lin was still not at ease after telling him, and he didn't dare to appreciate the fakes in this house in a sour tone at home, and followed Ye Shangzhi back to the school's magazine.

"Who is going to go, let's decide first. After Zhao Lin came, he relieved Ye Shangzhi's power, and said directly, "The total number of people should not exceed ten, and people are also kind enough to support us, it is not appropriate to go too much." It also costs a lot of money for dozens of people to eat, which can help them save a little bit. ”

This reason is very good and powerful, it is not easy to talk to them about other things, maybe it will be even more intense than Ye Shangzhi's reaction. Zhao Lin mentioned the money, and the people in the house suddenly fell silent.

Although he scolded "Money is a bastard." "But when it comes to something that requires money to do, no one can be angry.

"Go to Ye Shangzhi to sign up. Zhao Lin was very satisfied with everyone's reaction, he didn't care whether these hot-blooded young people were uncomfortable or not, and if they didn't make trouble, it would be a victory.

Several people in the magazine have salaries from the school, and Zhao Lin's wine and meat are eaten, which does not mean that they do not understand the suffering of the world. Poets have limited incomes, and few wealthy people still understand this kind of thing. If you think about the people who contribute to the magazines here, you don't even have a manuscript fee.

Ye Shangzhi looked demoralized, and hurriedly said, "Let's bring our own food, and we won't cause trouble for them." ”

That's enough for ten people to participate, which is much stronger than many people who were ready to move before.

Even if you want to sell tickets, you can't sell them, and there's no way to do it. Because the meeting place didn't even have a wall, it was in a dilapidated building that no one wanted.

When Zhao Lin and the others arrived at the place, they had already drunk it inside.

Barrels of beer and whole roast chicken make the scene a little awkward. A group of big brothers are using peanuts to drink two cents a pound of loose wine, and these students have a chicken in their left hand and a duck in their right hand, and the picture is too incongruous.

"Welcome, welcome!" An uncle with glasses got up to break the embarrassment and said, "You should be the people of the Jingda Poetry Society, you are really young and promising!"

Zhao Lin didn't want his classmates to be affected too much by them, so he got a dinner party that exceeded the standard. This group of stupid children thought that Zhao Lin was also inspired by personality to do this, and they never thought that he would harbor other thoughts.

"Seniors have worked hard, and we are here to learn. So if we bring a little bit of food, it will be our tuition. Zhao Lin answered with a smile.

Ye Shangzhi was shy like a child in front of his idol, and he didn't dare to speak, but he just put out the same things he brought, and toasted with his classmates one by one.

After the wine and meat are down, the atmosphere is back warm.

It's a joke to compose poems on the spot, and Li Baidou's hundred poems are myths, and everyone still reads existing poems as the main thing, and occasionally one or two of their new works can set off a small climax.

"Having had enough of the merciless teasing, I stopped seeing myself as a human being, as if I had become a mad dog, wandering aimlessly. ”

There are a lot of poems suitable for roaring, and there are not a few suitable for whispering.

"The ruins of winter, remembering the light that has passed. You lean against the remnants of the staircase, on the rusty railing, and make a monotonous sound. ”

Eat people with a short mouth, and take people softly. It is estimated that for the sake of the face of this feast, this group of crazy and boundless poets was quite polite to Zhao Lin and his party. The conversation did not detract from the stinky poems in their magazines.

"Today" took two years to come out of nine issues, and Zhao Lin came out in two months to come out of four or five issues, you can imagine how poor the quality of the content on it is, modern poems are about to be written smoothly, no wonder Ye Shangzhi is so excited to be invited, it is really a great honor to be recognized by idols.

There are those who praise and those who scold, after Ye Shangzhi got through the excitement of running a magazine in the early stage, what he heard the most every day was scolding. Now that there is such an opportunity, if these people are brought in, the status of the magazine will be much higher at once, and if someone scolds him, he will have to think twice.

After mixing here for most of the night, Zhao Lin basically put his mind at ease, these people's thoughts are not so radical, and there is still rationality. Besides, there are school censors in charge, and I am not afraid that they will mess up their magazines.

Zhao Lin was very interested in some of the information in their hands, and offered to help them save it, and actually got consent, which surprised Zhao Lin.

The literary materials of the sixties and seventies were so lost that many literati could not find their own works in that era, and it is an unexpected surprise that there is still a backup here.

Chu Zhenhua is short of people there, Zhao Lin hooked up two people who have no job and no income in a few words, this kind of high-level intellectuals is not easy to find, and there will be no store in this village after that.

When the wine reached a certain level, everyone stopped talking about poetry, and the freedom of thought made Zhao Lin sweat straight down when he listened to it. Fortunately, several students toasted everyone next to each other and drank early.

After fishing out a batch of out-of-print materials and kidnapping two senior typesetters, Zhao Lin was very satisfied with this poetry meeting.

Ye Shangzhi's invitation to submit was also accepted, and he didn't get drunk after mixing the excited liquor and beer, but the words in his mouth couldn't be sentenced, and no one could understand what he said.

At the instigation of everyone, the magazine is also preparing to change its name to "Tomorrow", which can be regarded as the inheritance and development of "Today" magazine. Zhao Lin didn't have any opinion on this, it turned out that the name was too unresounding, so it was good to change it.

Zhao Lin envied their idealism, their uninhibitedness, and their brainlessness, freedom and happiness.

However, after he was full of wine and food, the bonfire was lit, and the dance party was danced, the chaotic scene made Zhao Lin very glad that he didn't bring a female classmate over, otherwise he would have been ruined by this group of guys.

"My rotten side alone is enough for you to enjoy for a lifetime. ”

Fighting, sexting, drinking, and singing, they are a collection of desire and talent, compared to them, Zhao Lin's life is not wonderful at all. However, this kind of madness is too exaggerated, and Zhao Lin would rather his magazine be abused than burn in the madness and turn into a pile of ashes.

After contacting it, I realized that these people don't need Zhao Lin's care, and they don't care about being cared for. It's good to be able to sneak two into your hands to help with typesetting, and it's an unrealistic fantasy to turn the tide and save the world.

Poetry is rock without melody, and I don't know who said this, Zhao Lin agrees very much. Among other things, their extraordinary attraction to girls is enough for young people to go crazy.

Otherwise, why would Zhao Lin still have a band and put on the skin of a poet? We don't have lofty ideals and talents, and it is still necessary to enjoy the worship of girls with some heat.