Chapter 12 The Imperial Literati
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"Damn, it's so explosive, I don't have to worry about my future agent, I won't use the same sex, my studio will definitely be a collection of top cuties, hehehe!" Wang Xingyan, who looked disdainful, soon immersed himself in his spring and autumn dreams.
"Huh? .avi of Wang Xiaoqiang's wife's 3P cheating video? So exciting? Wang Xingyan, who was surprised, sighed secretly that the world was sinister, and stared anxiously at the download progress bar...
"Damn, this video cover is okay, according to the analysis of this hair density, well, the desire is extremely strong," the excited Wang Xingyan hurriedly clicked on the video.
"Hulu baby,
gourd baby,
Seven gourds and one flower.
Rain
are not afraid,
Lalalala......"
"What's wrong with the world, what's wrong?! Can you be less routine, more sincere, can?! Wang Xingyan, who looked confused, didn't notice that there was a person standing behind him at this time.
Zhao Mengyu, who shouldn't knock on the door, tried to push the door and opened it. Looking at Wang Xingyan sitting in front of the computer, the cat touched Zhao Mengyu behind him and found curiously, watching "Gourd Baby"? "Why are you so naΓ―ve, no wonder you are hiding in the house alone, afraid that I will laugh at you? Don't worry, I'm a caring big sister. β
Wang Xingyan, who was in a daze, was suddenly startled, and almost didn't sit down. Looking at Zhao Mengyu, who was surprised as if he had discovered a new continent behind him, he secretly said that he was lucky. It's better to have more routines in this world... Ignoring Zhao Mengyu's ridiculous words, he quickly turned off the computer and asked, "Why are you walking without moving, people are scary and can scare people to death." β
"Why didn't I move, you didn't pay attention to me when I knocked on the door, you can be so fascinated by watching a broken cartoon, and there is no one but you."
"Okay, okay, don't mention it, what's the matter with me?"
"Oh, here you go, this is your Weibo account."
"What's that? I don't have a Weibo account. β
"Pig, of course I applied for you, you have to start planning from now on, and accumulate fans step by step, you know?!"
Looking at the account with more than 5,000 fans, Wang Xingyan couldn't help but wonder: "You still helped me buy fans?" β
"What, it's all going up by itself, I don't have that spare money."
Wang Xingyan, who also had Weibo in his previous life, remembers clearly that he has used an account for seven years, and he has only more than 500 fans, and most of them are zombie accounts, which is strange. Suddenly, I noticed that this account had passed personal verification and was a yellow V, only to see that it read, "Weibo certification: the queen literati of the new generation of female singer Zhao Mengyu"
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"I see, but it's stained with your light."
"Don't be stunned, send a Weibo, remember, be more active, and interact with fans from time to time, so that there will be clicks and followers!"
After reading some fans' private messages, most of them were non-nutritious fart slapses, but one of them made Wang Xingyan's good impression suddenly increase, only to see that it read:
"The language is beautiful, the content is substantial, the themes are clear and engaging."
Then he replied with a good feeling of self, "You are very good and discerning." β
Wang Xingyan pondered what kind of Weibo he would post again, thought about it, forget it, take it out in advance and put it as a signboard.
"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.
The rivers and mountains, so many delicate, have led countless heroes to bend their waists. Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle. The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present.
Note: Exclusive debut, infringement must be investigated. β
This is Wang Xingyan's favorite poem in two lifetimes, "Qinyuan Spring Snow". At that time, Wang Xingyan, who had not yet been corrupted by college life, whenever he was tired, read it, and his deep recitation voice would unconsciously become impassioned. Every time I finish reading it, I feel like I am empowered, and I instantly become full of energy.
Zhao Mengyu watched him type a long text curiously, and after he sent it out, he quickly picked up his mobile phone and found out the list of followers, Wang Xingyan. Click on it, and you can see that it has been put to the top, and of course it is the only Weibo, "Qinyuan Spring Snow", you can feel the style contained in it slightly when you look at this title.
Savor Zhao Mengyu, who has read it several times, and the more I read it, the more frightened I became. Her father's usual leisure and elegance are nothing else, that is, tasting poems, appreciating essays and the like, her home has a big study, and Zhao Mengyu, who has been exposed to it since childhood, is naturally no stranger to these words.
However, after reading this "Qinyuan Spring and Snow", Zhao Mengyu really felt the shock of his soul, and truly realized his great ambition and mind that the lyricist wanted to express.
Looking at Zhao Mengyu, who was immersed in this masterpiece and obviously couldn't extricate himself, Wang Xingyan smiled slightly, feel it, feel it, see it, this is the greatest masterpiece in his previous life!
Zhao Mengyu, who came back to his senses, glanced at Wang Xingyan in surprise, although he knew that his writing was brilliant, so he mischievously certified him the title of a royal literati, but he didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that he hadn't shown his real strength yet.
Looking at Zhao Mengyu, who was frightened, glanced at himself and ran out, Wang Xingyan couldn't help but think, "Damn, no, could it be that the legendary Spring Heart is in love with me?" Shy? Haha, if she reacts and confesses to herself, what should I do, what should I do about Xiaoyu, alas, I haven't thought about it yet, is everything going to be so sudden..."
If you see Wang Xingyan's Zhao Mengyu at this time, you must be kicking without saying a word, looking at the obscene expression on her face, you may be thinking about something dirty. But now Zhao Mengyu, who has no intention of anything else, returned to his bedroom, picked up the phone, dialed, and said:
"Dad, Dad, a good thing, a great good thing."
"What's the matter, Mengyu, why are you so excited, speak slowly, speak clearly," I saw a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, with a tall figure, well-defined facial features, and deep eyes, and said calmly, "Xiao Yang, you go over and let everyone rest for a while, and then have a meeting in five minutes." β
"Dad, I have a classmate who wrote a word, I sent it to you on WeChat, you can take a look, it's really great. I know you love it, and your baby girl wants to share it with you right away. β
"Okay, okay, my baby girl grows up, I'll go see it later. How are you over there, are you short of money, are you tired of studying, are you okay with your classmates, your classmate who makes you boast so much is a male classmate, right? β
"Dad, why do you have so many questions, I don't want to talk to you anymore, I'm going to call my mother, you hurry up and go and see, you know no."
"I know, your mother misses you a lot, and she keeps talking about being free to see you." If someone else saw Secretary Zhao with a gentle smile on his face here, he would be so frightened that his jaw dropped, Secretary Zhao, who has always admired iron-blooded methods and did things vigorously, actually laughed, which one is going to open his eyes again...