"Qian Hao, I contacted the editor of Datang and prepared to get you a column."

Just such a sentence, Wang Xi said it very easily, but Qian Hao's eyes widened when he heard it.

Datang editor contact, and get a column? This Datang is known in China, no, it should be said that it is a well-known magazine all over the world.

It was born a long time ago, when there were newspapers, but later it was reprinted as a magazine.

It is beautifully styled, and you can not only look at it when you buy it, but also collect it. In fact, there are very few collectors around the world.

It's not cheap, and it's a mid-to-high-end route. However, in recent years, low-end models have also been designed.

It is a sacred text of poetry, and every poet is proud to publish his work on it. Even just publishing a poem is enough to be the honor of the publisher's life.

In short, Datang Magazine is very stylish, and only one out of a hundred poets can be selected by it.

It is not easy to publish works, and it is even more impossible to get a column. Since the emergence of Datang magazine, every column of it has been a famous poet.

It's either world-class or national-level, and there is no simple person.

However, Wang Xi actually told him that he contacted the editor of Datang and was going to get him a column. How can he not be startled, how can he not open his eyes wide?

Wang Xi saw Qian Hao's eyes wide open, with a shocked look, and couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Look at the one who gave you a breath, you can't hold your breath for such a trivial matter, what can you do in the future?"

"Ahem, Mr. Wang, this is not a trivial matter, it is Datang Magazine." When Qian Hao was said this, he finally put away the shock on his face, but he couldn't put away his joy.

Wang Xi laughed twice, led the money into the room, and then made two cups of tea, then sighed lightly and said, "Qian Hao, although the editor-in-chief of the Tang Dynasty gave me face, he offered to talk to you personally. He is not embarrassed by you, but Datang is no longer the Datang of the past. ”

"Datang, not the previous Datang?" Qian Hao held the teacup and asked suspiciously.

Wang Xi, an optimistic old man, actually sighed lightly and said: "Yes, the Tang Dynasty used to collect ancient poems, but later it also collected modern poems, and now it is even more collected."

"Mr. Wang, the trend of history is like this, there is a generation of literature, don't be too sad." Qian Hao didn't feel sad in his heart, after all, in his previous life, the defeat of ancient poems was even more exaggerated.

Qian Hao said casually, but Wang Xi's eyes lit up when he listened, and he said in admiration: "There is a generation of literature from generation to generation, it is good, it is good!"

Hearing Wang Xi's admiration, Qian Hao was stunned for a moment. Then, he thought that there are no human words in this world, so naturally there is no such point of view.

"Ahem, Mr. Wang, the so-called literature of every generation: Chu Zhishao, Han Zhifu, Six Generations of Lingyu, Tang Dynasty Poetry, Song Song, Yuan Song, are all so-called literature of one generation, and future generations can not succeed them. As for the Ming and Qing dynasties, novels too. ”

After a slight hesitation, he said Wang Guowei's argument, but added a sentence of Ming and Qing novels at the end.

After listening to this, Wang Xi couldn't help but sigh, patted his leg and said: "I thought you could only write poetry, but I didn't expect that you also have a study of literary history, and you have studied it so thoroughly."

"Teacher Wang praised it, I only think crankily occasionally." Qian Hao shook his head,

No, it's really a gift from heaven and man.

Wang Xi only thought he was modest, and he didn't care, but said more seriously: "Qian Hao, you are gifted and have a deep study of traditional culture, otherwise you would not be able to write such classic poems." But ......"

Speaking of this, Wang Xi's voice was stunned, and his face became solemn.

"But poetry is a small way after all, and carrying forward Chinese culture and inheriting the culture of our ancestors is what my generation should do in life. Sima is also highly talented, but he is too free and easy, and his bones are too hard, I am afraid that he will not be able to settle down to do learning. Qian Hao, your talent is higher than his, you must not live up to it. ”

Wang Xi's words were bitter and selfless, and Qian Hao couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

This old man is really engaged in academics, which can be compared to those brick families outside?

Thinking of this, and thinking of his previous thoughts, Qian Hao couldn't help but become solemn, and said, "Teacher Wang, don't worry, I have always had a dream, but I never said it." My dream is: to continue to learn for the sake of the saints! ”

"For the sake of the saints, continue to learn!"

In one of the four sentences of Hengqu in his previous life, Wang Xi was completely stunned, and just muttered and repeated this sentence.

It wasn't until a long time later that he came back, sighed, and said, "In this short conversation, you have said a lot of things that shocked me, an old man, which shows that you have real talent and learning, and you are not just writing poetry with talent."

"Ahem, Teacher Wang praised it." Hearing this, Qian Hao could only say embarrassedly, after all, he knew his own situation.

Wang Xi seemed very happy today, laughed, waved his hand, and said, "Okay, don't be modest for you kid." Don't drink the tea, the editor-in-chief is waiting for you in the café at the south gate, you can go right away. ”

There is only one café at the south gate, so Wang Xi doesn't say the name, and Qian Hao also knows where it is.

"It's nothing to succeed or not, this time I recommend you, mainly to carry forward Chinese culture and make the Chinese people pay attention to ancient poetry again."

"Of course, it's also because your poetry is really good, compared to us old guys. But the public likes young people, so this opportunity is still for you......"

Qian Hao put down the teacup and was nagged by Wang Xi all the way to the door. It's really unbelievable that Mr. Wang actually has such a mother-in-law and mother-in-law side.

What's even more incredible is that he actually stayed at Mr. Wang's house for more than half an hour. You must know that Mr. Wang never picks up customers, even Sima Sheng has not stayed for half an hour.

"Teacher Wang is not a person who is not famous, but is dedicated to learning!"

Qian Hao looked back at the closed door and couldn't help but sigh again.

He then headed for the south gate.

The teacher's apartment was quite far from the south gate, and Qian Hao walked for more than ten minutes before coming to the café.

The café is the same as last time, there are not many people, and the pure music is very light, as if in the arms of a mother.

Qian Hao pushed the door in, his movements were very light, and he didn't disturb others. And after he came in, he didn't walk around, but made a round, and finally his eyes were attracted by a person.

He was speechless, because Mr. Wang didn't tell him what the editor-in-chief looked like, nor did he give him the editor-in-chief's mobile phone number. So now, he can only guess.

He walked up to the person who attracted his attention, this person was a middle-aged man, more generous than others, so he walked over and asked, "This gentleman, are you the editor of Datang?"

"Sorry, you recognized the wrong person."

The man gave him a strange look, then replied, and left the table. I don't know if I finished my coffee or was scared away by him.

Seeing this, he touched his nose awkwardly, but fortunately his voice was soft, and others didn't hear it. But just when he was rejoicing, behind him, there was a sudden sound of a woman's coquettish laughter.