"This kid started playing with the computer as soon as he got home, really. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

It turned out that Mother Chen was talking about Han Qingya, who was impatient. After Chen's mother's click, Han Qingya was obviously very excited, and just after returning home, she picked up the computer and typed the text again......

"What should I write, what should I write?" But just after she landed on the forum, she didn't know what to write, so she said, "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

"Uh, what's wrong?"

"Help me think of an ancient poem!"

"Wouldn't you think about it yourself?"

"If only I would call you back!"

"......" Liu Dongxu is really helpless, the poems, songs and dramas have been "snatched" away by Han Qingya, but now they are not used.

"Didn't I go to college?" seemed to feel that she was a little "excessive", and Han Qingya's momentum weakened a little.

"Well, let's talk about something." Liu Dongxu on the other end of the phone rubbed his temples helplessly.

"Well, it's critical education!" Han Qingya asked unceremoniously. Through the conversation a few days ago, Han Qingya learned that don't look at Liu Dongxu as a small courier transporter, but his hobbies are really high, what Hanfu, ancient poetry, calligraphy and the like, anyway, if there is any poetry, just look for him.

"Why do you want this poem?" Liu Dongxu on the other end was very surprised, "It's not thinking about the trouble, hey, I can't do it too decisively!" If you want to continue to mix in the literary circle, write something to persuade you to make progress. ”

"That's right! Then help me think about it! When Han Qingya heard this, she also came back to her senses, how could she fight against the entire education circle if she was powerful, not to mention that people didn't offend her.

"......" there was silence on the other end of the line. You won't know that? 'If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad', you don't know?! “

"That, can you memorize the full text?" Han Qingya asked cautiously.

"You take the notes, don't ask me again." Liu Dongxu was finally defeated by her words.

"Uh-huh, you say, wait."

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth. The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers. ”

"Didn't you say that young people don't work hard?" Han Qingya heard a poem on the phone that she was not very familiar with.

"Please, it's a poem from the Han Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, God knows if it will be discovered in the future!"

"Oooo Got it! What is this poem called? ”

"The Golden Thread"

"Gone?" Han Qingya, who was still waiting for the following, only heard three short words on the other end of the phone, and then there was no sound.

"It's gone."

"Well, I mean if there are any other poems, this one shouldn't be enough, in case the host asks me again, I think it would be better for me to write a poem on the spot." Han Qing Yayou said to herself.

"You're stupid! You can't just plagiarize, you have to learn from the ancient poems of this world, so that you can appear to be more talented. ”

"That's right! So what should I use! Han Qingya thought about it, it was really like this, if she would only plagiarize, if someone asked her about the poetry of this world that she didn't know, how would she answer.

"When you record the show, you recite 'Tianxingjian', you should know these two sentences."

"I know, I know, I know this! Mizuki University's motto! Such a famous poem Han Qingya no longer knows that she is ashamed of the high school she attended, "Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement." The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. Right?! “

"Yes, that's it, okay, don't talk about it, I'll hang up." Liu Dongxu on the other end was not interested, "I stayed up all night last night and coded thousands of words, which trapped me." ”

"Uh-huh, go to sleep!" Hearing Liu Dongxu say this, Han Qingya was really embarrassed, "I won't bother." ”

Liu Dongxu on the other end of the "......" looked at the phone in his hand speechlessly, "You're done bothering." ”

""Golden Clothes", persuade you not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade you to cherish your youth. The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers. Han Qingya, who had just hung up the phone, couldn't wait to post this ancient poem on the official forum of the Chinese Ancient Poetry Conference, "I just learned about this news event, and it's a pity that my poem didn't bring you anything, as for this poem, I will give it to those students who are still lost." This was followed by a text.

Since this news has not been reported for a long time, there are still many people who come to Han Qingya's theme on the forum at this time......

"Look, look, the fairy has a new work!" "I'll worship it!" "Good poetry, good poetry, Qi Xianda's writing is profound, and he is really a model for us!" "It's thought-provoking, the school didn't give an explanation, and Qi Xianda gave his own attitude."

"That's it!" Looking at the water stickers on the forum, Han Qingya smiled relaxedly.

"Mom, I'm hungry!" With that, Han Qingya got up and walked out of the room, "Mom, I'm hungry." ”

"I heard it, it's good to eat, you wait a little longer." Chen's mother didn't turn her head, and cleaned up her meal, "How is your ancient poem?" In fact, Chen's mother also asked, where is it so simple to compose poetry.

"Well, it's written!" Han Qingya turned around and walked towards the living room.

"Done? Then you read and I'll listen. Hearing Han Qingya's answer, Chen's mother finally turned around and called out to Han Qingya, who was about to turn on the TV.

"Listen, cough cough, "Golden Silk Clothes" ......" Han Qingya, who had memorized the ancient poem, found that Chen's mother was looking at her with a very strange look, "Mom, what's wrong?" Han Qingya asked carefully.

"You wrote this?"

"Yes, yes!" Han Qingya replied forcefully, "There shouldn't be this poem in this world, I don't remember." "But think about it, the original owner of this body doesn't like to learn, maybe he has learned and forgotten.

"If you can make such poems, why don't you practice them yourself?!" Mother Chen glared at Han Qingya viciously and said helplessly.

"This, Mom, let's not talk about this, hehe, come and see what you have made." Han Qingya couldn't answer that it was plagiarized by her, so she quickly diverted the topic.

"Alas, you've grown up, and I don't want to ask you anything, and there's still one year to graduate, what are you going to do after graduation?" Chen's mother looked at her daughter.

"Be a star! How good, to be able to sing and make money! Without thinking about it, Han Qingya replied.

"I see that your poems are so well written, you might as well become a writer." Chen's mother proposed. After all, in Chen's mother's opinion, the author is always a head higher than the play.

"Oh, that guy is just the author, I'll just be my star honestly!" Han Qingya was secretly eating the food on the plate, and she didn't speak through her brain.

"Which guy? Who is it? Mother Chen asked repeatedly, and finally grabbed Han Qingya's handle.

"What, what, which guy? You must have heard it wrong, Mom, you're busy, I'm going to watch TV! With that, he turned around and walked to the living room in a panic.

“……”