Chapter 2: Tang Tang

The night completely enveloped the whole city, and a bright moon hung high in the night sky, adding a bit of tranquility and homesickness.

Murong Shuying is a graduate student majoring in ancient history at Modu University, and every night she browses some poetry websites.

At this time, she was browsing the Shixian Net, and suddenly her eyes were stunned, like a treasure hunter who had discovered a treasure map, and her eyes were full of excitement.

""Silent Night Thoughts", the style of this classical poem is so special...... "The more Murong Shuying tasted it, the more she was amazed.

It's a stroke of genius!

Her mentor, Wei Zhengyi, is known as the "poetry slave", a real poetry slave drilled into the ivory tower.

"Such a good poem, I don't know how the teacher will evaluate it?"

With such questions, Murong Shuying sent this poem to his mentor Wei Zhengyi in the form of a text message.

Wei Zhengyi was reading the "Book of Songs" in his study, and after making annotations, he stretched his waist and was about to go to the activity, when he saw a text message on his mobile phone, and saw that it was sent by his student Murong Shuying, so he opened it.

Seeing this, Wei Zhengyi was stunned on the spot, with a stunned expression on his face.

"This—"

"Good-good-good-good-good poetry!"

Wei Zhengyi hadn't been so excited for a long time, so he called Murong Shuying excitedly,

"Did you write that? Did you really write it...... What a poem. Although this "Silent Night Thoughts" does not have a peculiar and novel imagination, does not have exquisite and gorgeous rhetoric, but only uses a narrative tone to write about the homesickness of distant guests, it is meaningful and intriguing......"

Wei Zhengyi didn't give Murong Shuying a chance to speak at all, and pointed out the wonders of this poem in one go.

Since Murong Shuying became Wei Zhengyi's graduate student, he has never seen him so excited, so able to say and comment on his works.

This is a rare occurrence in a hundred years.

"Teacher, I didn't actually write this!" After a long time, Murong Shuying had a chance to speak.

Hearing this, Wei Zhengyi was stunned for a moment, then blinked, stared at the microphone of his mobile phone and asked, "Who wrote that?" Whose protégé? ”

Murong Shuying smiled bitterly, and said into the microphone of the mobile phone: "Teacher, this poem is what I saw on the Shixian Network, and the author's name is Tang Tang. Otherwise, I don't know anything. ”

When Wei Zheng heard this, he was silent for a moment, and then hung up the phone.

Murong Shuying's eyes widened, so he made a decision, sat in front of the computer, knocked out the tutor's previous comments, and then uploaded them to his Xinyi Weibo.

Because Murong Shuying often posts poems and spiritual ...... on Weibo, he has more than 2,000 fans.

'Shi Nu Wei Zheng's masterpiece in one eye' This is the title of Weibo, and as soon as this Weibo came out, some people quickly commented.

"Really? Will there be a masterpiece in the eyes of Shi Nu? Graduates of Modu University have drifted! ”

"Oh my God, is this true? I heard that this poet slave Wei Zhengyi is as precious as gold, and it is even more difficult to get his approval than to ascend to the sky! ”

"Don't talk about it, go to Shixian Network and have a look!"

"Tang Tang? Where did he come from? ”――

Wanderer Poetry Group!

"Brothers, I just discovered a good poem - "Silent Night Thoughts", the link is as follows, and I will share it with you. Quietly, on a night like today, my favorite sentence is 'Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown.'" 'What about you?' ”

A second later, the group of wandering poems, which was originally as quiet as a waterhole, instantly boiled.

"Who wrote it?"

"So against the sky?"

"Upstairs, beg the author."

"It's Tang Tang!"

"Who is Tang Tang?"

"Go to Shixian Network @ the author himself!"

"Look up at the bright moon and think of your hometown. What's more, why are Lao Tzu's eyes a little moist, I haven't been home for the New Year for three years......"

"I'm homesick too!"

“……”

Phenomena like this are spreading rapidly across different groups of poems.

On the Shixian Internet, Tang Tang's poem is growing at a crazy rate at this time, and the number of comments is close behind.

"Tang Tang, how did your brain grow?"

"Tang Tang, why were you able to write such a masterpiece of earth-shattering ghosts and gods?"

"Tang Tang, are you a man or a woman, if you are a man, someone will go to South Korea for surgery and marry you. If it's a woman, then let's get married. ”

"Tang Tang, I'm now a die-hard fan of yours!"

"Great love Tang Tang!"

“……”

For all this, Tang and Song naturally did not know. Because, he was sleeping soundly, and he was still dripping with hara.

Early the next morning, Tang Song left the hospital. In order not to let the parents find out that they have lost their jobs.

Oh yes, let's take a look at the status of my poem on the poetry fairy.com.

Thinking of this, Tang Song took out his mobile phone and clicked on the browser, but the next second Tang Song was a little puzzled.

What's the situation? Why can't I get online?

Could it be that your phone is broken?

Don't mind, now you have nine pieces of nine on you, isn't this so tragic?

It's bad, it's special, it must have been that the traffic of the poem passed yesterday was overused.

Tang Song checked, and sure enough, the mobile phone was in arrears.

Depressed!

However, when he looked up, Tang Song's mood suddenly improved.

Damn, that's fine. Could this be the latest Emperor's new outfit?

Directly in front of Tang and Song Dynasty, a yellow-haired woman with only two pieces of cloth wrapped around her body came out of the Marriott Hotel with her waist twisted.

But in the next second, a man came out behind the woman.

Seeing this, Tang Song couldn't help but sigh with emotion - what's special, this world is too small.

At the same time, the man also saw Tang Song, sneered arrogantly, and strode towards Tang Song.

"This world is so small, why didn't you run here in the hospital? Could it be that you don't have the money to pay for medicine and want to come to this hotel to be a duck? ”

That man was no one else, it was Liu Kairui.

Seeing this scene, the yellow-haired woman on the side twisted her waist, giggled, and pointed at Tang Song and mocked, "Just him, be a duck, hehe, is that small body okay?" ”

Tang Song didn't expect to be able to meet Liu Kairui here. However, hearing these words, Tang Song couldn't wait to slash the pair of dog men and women with a knife. At this moment, a figure flew over like an arrow from a string.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Song was squeezed aside by the sudden flow of people.

"Liu Shiren, it's really you, I thought I saw the wrong person? We're reporters from Entertainment World, so do you have time for an interview......"

In the distance, a person pointed to Liu Kairui, who was surrounded in the middle, and asked, "What's the situation?" Who is that man? ”

"You don't even know him. God, he's Liu Kairui, an upstart in the poetry world. ”

"Carrey Liu? That genius poet, oh my God, it was him! I'm so happy to finally meet a real person today! ”

"Liu Shiren, can you give me an autograph?"

"Liu Shiren, can I take a photo with you?"

"Liu Shiren, our family is your loyal fans!"

Liu Kairui has seen a lot of this situation, he first tidied up his clothes, then looked at his watch, stared at the female reporter and said lightly, "You have five minutes!" ”

It's so special!

"Liu Shiren, you are simply too approachable. It's so touching for the little woman, hurry, photographer, close-up! ”

After a pause, the female reporter went straight to the point, "Poet Liu, as of now, you are still the first in the first Qingming Poetry Contest and the online audition, where did you get the inspiration for the modern poem "Remembering the Past" you created? ”

Liu Kairui smiled faintly and said unhurriedly, "First of all, thank you for your support, without you, I would not be where I am now." In fact, the inspiration of my works comes from life. As long as each of us pays attention to the life around us and loves life, then we can all become excellent poets! ”

What's more, this bragging doesn't bring a draft, others don't know the inside story of this, but Tang and Song are clear. The god code is inspired by life, pure. Are the creative teams behind you also life? Is plagiarism the work of others also life?

"Look, everyone, there are so many cows in the sky!"