In fact, Govyn felt a little laughed and cried at the fact that he suddenly became unknown at Fudan University, he was originally just acquainted with Lin Yiming's classmates, but now whether it is in the library, the theater or the stadium, there will be students pointing at him, and the bold ones will come over directly, shake hands with him, and then calmly or jī to say to him: "The "Generation" you wrote is very good......

Like now.

Because it was a class, the periodical reading room on the fifth floor of the main building of Fudan University was sparsely packed with more than a dozen readers. The long table is empty, the iron-framed chairs are more and more shabby, and Mr. Lu Xun on the wall holds a huge oil painting with a gold pen and a cold eyebrow.

Govyn sat at an old desk, in front of a slightly worn World magazine, the cover of which was slightly reddish and seemed to be a little hot in response to the sunlight shining in through the wide steel window. The sound of people and whistles on the football field downstairs was faintly heard, and it seemed that the reading room was quiet and cozy.

Then a group of young men came up and sat down around Govyn.

In order not to disturb the rest of the reading room, these people deliberately suppressed the noise, which made Gowen's scalp tingle for a while, and he was relieved when he looked up and saw that they were all students. Then a question came out of my heart, are these people my fans?

The young men surrounded Gowen, and in addition to various periodicals and magazines in their hands, some of them also held several plastic-covered notebooks in their hands, which was why Gowen suspected that they were his fans.

Seeing Govyn raise his head and look at them, a tall and thin young man smiled shyly at Govine, and then asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, you are the author of "One Generation" Govine, right?" ”

Govyn nodded.

Seeing Govyn nodding, several young people looked at each other in surprise, and then the very thin young man took a notebook from the other person and placed it in front of Govin.

Govin looked at the notebook in front of him with some puzzlement, this is just a diary with a plastic sleeve, compared with the kind of workbook sold at this time, it can be described as a high-end product. The notebook looked bulging from the outside, and it was obvious that there must have been a lot of writing inside.

Do you want me to sign it? Govin hesitated for a moment, then looked up and saw the expectant eyes of several young people, and suddenly some xiaoxiao snickering joy appeared in his heart, so he didn't shirk, he took out a pen directly from the pocket of his shirt, and under the curious gaze of several young people, he unscrewed the cap of the pen and opened the notebook to sign.

This is Lao Tzu's first signature in front of fans after his rebirth!

Then Govyn was stunned.

As soon as he opened the notebook, Govin saw that in the middle of the title page of the first page were neatly written the two large characters "singing", which were also circled by the title number, followed by a sentence in the font xiao: "What do we get by doing this?" Maybe we're not unaware. Actually, we don't know. ”

It doesn't look like a signed book at all.

Govin flipped back another page, and was stunned to see that the second page was the same as the book, a table of contents.

Unconvinced, Govin quickly flipped back, followed by poems with Arabic numerals in the lower right corner of each page.

This notebook turned out to be a counterfeit magazine!

This one......

Suspicious, Govin couldn't help but open his mouth and ask, "What is this?" His voice was a little loud, and suddenly the whole reading room began to sing back to Gowen's incredulous voice.

Govin nodded his head in apology to a few readers who were looking at him in the distance, and then asked in a low voice, "Who are you?" ”

A few young people squirmed, but the tall and thin young man whispered: "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Li Changzheng, this is Li Hongbo, Wang Jianguo, Li Cheng...... We are juniors at Fudan University, and we both love poetry, and this notebook is a collection of our works published every six months......"

Before Li Changzheng's words were finished, a word had popped up in Gowen's mind - "underground".

How does it sound like it's in a special time?!

Govin was immediately interested. He put the pen back into his shirt pocket and said, "It's not convenient to talk here, let's go out and talk." ”

With that, Govin stood up and put the World on the table onto the shelf. The young men behind him all looked at each other excitedly, and then stood up and walked towards the entrance of the mén.

As soon as Gowen walked out of the reading room, he was dragged by these young people to the dormitory building of Fudan University.

"Can any of you sue me, what is the matter with you? Otherwise, I thought I had been kidnapped. "The big guys are all young people, and they quickly blended together after chatting casually.

"Haha, in fact, since I saw "Generation", a few of us have wanted to talk to you about poetry. I didn't expect to meet you in the reading room today, otherwise I don't know when I would have waited. Also, a few of us are just representatives, and everyone else is waiting in the dormitory. Li Changzheng seems to be very cheerful, and he obviously has the style of a general compared to several other people around him.

"Oh? How many of you are still there? Govyn was a little suspicious.

"Of course, although most people go to class now, there are still a dozen students in the dormitory." Wang Jianguo; Damn, isn't this just a meet-and-greet? Hearing Wang Jianguo's words, Ge Wen couldn't help but think of the scene of the meeting in the later generations. "I must declare, when you get to your dormitory, you are not allowed to pick my clothes!"

His nonsensical words made several people in the same industry a little puzzled, let's ask you to talk about poetry, how can you pick up your clothes?

On the way to the dormitory, Govin finally clarified some basic information.

At this time, China had begun to reform and open up, and the whole nation was on the right track. However, although the cultural circles have reached a consensus on "opposing deception and deception, and calling for the 'truth-telling' god of blood and rou who looks at life truthfully, boldly, and deeply", the fear of the movement in previous years, the literary and artistic circles, especially the poetry circles, were still concerned at this time, and certain lines of works were not allowed to be published in public publications, and this situation was even stricter for those poets who were full of jī feelings.

That's why underground poetry has been circulated, and these young people around Govin are just a few of the best poetry lovers at Fudan University.

As for them, they came to themselves, but because their "Generation" in the "Harvest" magazine was regarded by them as a pioneer and regarded him as a spokesperson.

The sudden drop of the big hat made Govin laugh and cry, and at the same time admired the enthusiasm of these poetry lovers.