Everyone was stunned for a moment, their footsteps stopped, and they looked back at Ye Han, wanting to see what Ye Han had to say.

Li Nong originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Ye Han's confident appearance, he was silent at the moment, with a smile on his face.

"I had a slight epiphany, composed a poem, the title of the poem is untitled, the stars last night and the wind last night, the east of Guitang on the west side of the painting building. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear, and he listens to the drums and responds to the official, and walks Malantai to break the canopy. Hearing the green flowers of the calyx, the past years looked at each other and arrived at the end of the world. How do you know that one night Qin Lou guest, peeking at the flowers in Wu Wangyuan. ”

After composing the poem, Ye Han was full of confidence, this is Li Shangyin's untitled, and Li Shangyin's character is not a poet in this world, Ye Han was constantly thinking about it just now, a seven-word poem with stars and hearts, and finally thought of such a poem.

Li Nong and the others' faces changed slightly, and then they began to 'digest' this poem carefully, and three or four hundred Peking University students, or outsiders, also bowed their heads and began to digest it, understanding the meaning, the ancient poem naturally had to be carefully understood.

Suddenly, a person shouted, "Good! Very good! What a body without colorful phoenix wings, the heart has a little understanding, good, good poetry, good poetry! ”

He stood beside Li Nong and was the first to applaud, his face full of excitement.

The original text of the poem Untitled is actually much worse, but the main sentences are already very good, and they can be called classics.

After all, it has been passed down from ancient times to modern times, and it has become a poem in textbooks, which shows how good this poem is.

"Lovesickness, written not glamorous, not vulgar, a sentence with a clear heart, a different taste. Good, good. Good. ”

Li Nong explained slightly, and there were naturally many people who knew poetry and literature present. When they came to their senses, they also praised it.

"This poem, if there are some previous words, improve a little, it is definitely written by everyone, and it can be passed down through the ages." Li Nong said without exaggeration.

And Ye Han sneered and said modestly: "Where, where." ”

"It should be so, where there is a need for something modest." Someone immediately praised and didn't give Ye Han a chance to be modest. At the same time, he glanced at the modern writers in the audience, and his eyes became arrogant.

The latter and the others didn't say a word, because Ye Han's poetry is really good, they call it everyone, naturally there is a certain level, and they can't see it.

A few halls dispersed, and the students began to leave one by one, but they kept talking to themselves: "There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear." ”

If nothing else. I am afraid that this poem will soon spread all over the country, and Ye Han's name can be regarded as solid.

At this time, Li Nong and the others were even more excited to leave together and go to the backstage. Everyone kept praising Ye Han.

First of all, he dared to stand up and refute Liu Yan, so that Li Nong and others would not lose face, and secondly, he made a famous poem. How can they not boast? And one by one, the contempt and disdain in their hearts were completely restrained.

finally understood why Li Nong was so optimistic about Ye Han. It's a complete treasure.

Ye Han, who was indulging in praise, had no vanity. That's fake, but Ye Han also knew that this was not his true ability, and after he restrained himself for a while, he made his mood calm and calm.

But at this time, a person rushed in the background, it was Zhang Wenjing.

She smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Ye Han, in order to thank you for your help before, Ouyang Yurou and I plan to invite you to a meal." ”

Ye Han was very surprised by Zhang Wenjing who suddenly appeared in front of him, but soon Ye Han nodded, which was regarded as an agreement, and a little security guard walked in, and saw Zhang Wenjing communicating with Ye Han, and when he was about to say something, he saw Ye Han say to Li Nong and others: "A few teachers, I'll have dinner with them, what are you talking about at night." ”

"Yes." My Fair Lady, good gentleman, they still understand this, and they didn't disturb Ye Han's good deeds, but Ye Han was innocent, he was just eating a meal, and there were no distractions.

However, this kind of thing was indelibble, and Ye Han didn't bother to explain, so he followed Zhang Wenjing and Ouyang Yurou to eat together.

After walking out of the lobby, the sun was shining.

Zhang Wenjing did not look quiet and shy like ordinary girls and did not speak, but said in a chattering voice: "Live up to it, is it the poem you wrote?" ”

"Yes." Ye Han nodded, which was regarded as an answer.

"Ouyang Yurou and I like this poem very much, but I don't know what the name of this poem is?"

When this issue was mentioned, Ye Han had already thought of a rhetoric.

"The name of the poem is Wushuang!"

In fact, this poem has no name at all, only that it is written by Cangyang Gyatso, and Ye Han thought about it and used the name Wushuang, which seems to be a little domineering and a little tender, it is completely a matter of the benevolent and the wise.

"Wushuang, this name is a little domineering." Zhang Wenjing said slowly.

"I think the name Wushuang is a little full of sadness, and the words of Wushuang are a kind of scruple in themselves, which seems to be beautiful and powerful, but behind it is an unspeakable sadness."

Ouyang Yurou suddenly spoke, the sun shone on her delicate ground face, looking a different kind of beauty, a quiet and external temperament, which made her a little more added, and only Ye Jing could compare with the person in front of her in her mind.

Relatively speaking, Ye Jing looks cold, but Ouyang Yurou has a kind of gentleness, if you want to talk about popularity, Ouyang Yurou is a little better than Ye Jing.

Ye Han paused slightly for a few seconds on Ouyang Yurou's face, Zhang Wenjing was thinking about something very simply, Ouyang Yurou felt Ye Han's gaze, slightly frightened, and then looked ahead and looked a little nervous and a little uneasy.

Suddenly, Ye Han put away his gaze, don't look at incivility, don't look at incivility.

After Ouyang Yurou's face, Ye Han looked at his nose and nose, and his nose looked at his heart, and he found a cafeteria at the school a little casually, Ye Han didn't care if he ate, the two of them didn't have a very luxurious treat, they just ordered two meat and one vegetarian.

During the meal, Zhang Wenjing kept asking some questions, all about literature, obviously Zhang Wenjing is really a scholar. And Ouyang Yurou also tends to learn a little, but the main thing is to understand something else.

Like what.

"Can you give me a signed photo of Lin Junjie?"

"Your fairy tale is actually very good, why not release a full album. The fairy tales on the Internet now, although they are okay, I always feel that they don't have the feeling that you sing. ”

"By the way, your new TV series is very good, and I'm looking forward to your new show now."

After eating, Ye Han and the two of them walked around the place of Peking University, left each other's phone numbers, and after saying goodbye to the two of them a little, Ye Han returned to the hotel.

Wait for Ye Han to leave. Zhang Wenjing suddenly spoke: "Why do I notice that you are talking a little more than usual?" ”

Zhang Wenjing asked curiously.

Ouyang Yurou was stunned for a moment, and said to herself a little: "Really? ”

"Yes, you don't usually talk much, but today you talk a lot." Zhang Wenjing said casually, and didn't want to go in any other direction, while Ouyang Yurou nodded, and suddenly Ye Han's appearance appeared in her mind.

Under the slight sun, the man's appearance looks delicate and kind. Although it is not so handsome, it is like a spring breeze, blowing through the body, making the mood a lot happier.

"Perhaps."

Ouyang Yurou said something like this without a head. followed Zhang Wenjing and left.

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After returning to the hotel, Ye Han didn't have any distractions in his mind, and honestly rested for an afternoon. Then chatted with Mr. Li Nong and others at night.

Soon it was the next day, because of yesterday's events. It has gone viral in Peking University, and the price of tickets for the next day has doubled.

Fortunately, Ye Han knew this. I got two admission tickets in advance, planning to give them to Ouyang Yurou and Zhang Wenjing.

Waiting for the next day, after Ye Han handed over the tickets to the two of them, they went in together, but Ye Han sat in the VIP seat, because he was one of the masters of traditional literature, and the two of them were in the fourth row, a better position.

Today is a symposium on modern literature.

At the beginning, the situation was a little better than yesterday's, and it seems that modern literature is indeed gaining a little popularity.

But listening in a daze, Ye Han almost wanted to sleep, and left here at twelve o'clock, and Ouyang Yurou and the two still invited Ye Han to a meal.

And on the third day, it was a truly intense day.

On the last day of the competition, the ticket price on the third day tripled, and it was basically a thousand yuan to buy one, which shows how terrifying the competition was on the last day.

Like the previous two days, Ye Han got two tickets for Ouyang Yurou and the others, and then Ye Han found his place and sat down.

Traditional ancient literature is one side, and modern traditional literature is one side.

The beginning is to debate the shortcomings of both sides, one believes that the times are advancing, and literature must also be progressing, and although the ancient is good, it is pedantic and needs to be constantly improved, which means abandoning things like classical Chinese.

Li Nong and the others, who were angry as soon as they came up, were half dead, and Li Nong and the others said in terms of the essence of tradition: "What has been passed down from the ancestors, how can you say that you don't want it?" And the gist of the ancient text is the essence, the culture, and the quintessence of the country! ”

The representative of modern literature, teacher Chen Ge said: "The quintessence of the country is the truth, but it cannot be taught by students in a scientific way, and it is the children of misguided people over there!" ”

Systematic learning is naturally better, but if you really want to say it, ancient literature has drawbacks, and it requires hard knowledge and understanding.

Modern literature, on the other hand, only needs to be active in thinking, and basically can learn something.

The constant argument between the two sides continued until noon, and everyone broke up unhappily and went to rest and eat.

In the process of eating, the more Li Nong thought about it, the more angry he became, and he didn't have the heart to eat at all, and the rest of the people did the same.

Ye Han was silent.

By the afternoon, the final debate was still going on.

Since you don't want to make poems, Ye Han was silent, and sat there without saying a word.

It's just that at this time, Teacher Wang Fan suddenly said: "Comrade Ye Han, from this morning to now, you haven't said a word, do you already have any ideas?" ”

Suddenly, as Wang Fan said this, everyone looked over, and Ye Han glanced at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan, who is in his forties, looks young, he wears glasses and his hair is meticulously combed.

When Ye Han heard this, he smiled and said, "Actually, I don't have any ideas. ”

Modest!

However, Wang Fan smiled and said: "You are the youngest person in the Literature Club in history, your poetry is very good, you are young, and you know ancient literature, in fact, on this kind of topic, you can say one sentence better than we debate ten sentences." ”

He wasn't sarcastic or ridiculous, he just said it simply.

But let Ye Han stand on the cusp of the wind and waves.

If the ancient sayings are good, modern literature will be scolded in all kinds of ways, and he will scold himself for not understanding it, and if he says that modern literature is good, it is estimated that Li Nong, who is now furious, will directly scold himself.

Neither side is human.

This kind of big event, let yourself say, it is obviously a pit for yourself.

Thinking of this, Ye Han glanced at Wang Fan, although the other party did not have any ridicule, but with a faint smile, he looked proud, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.

Thinking of this, Ye Han stood up, the camera was pointed at him, the lights were also pointed at him, and everyone looked at Ye Han, wanting to see what Ye Han could say.

Li Nong sat next to Ye Han, pulled him slightly, frowned, and motioned him not to talk nonsense, he knew that the other party did it on purpose, and Ye Han couldn't stand it and stood up, so Li Nong was anxious.

Ignoring Li Nong's pull, Ye Han looked around and looked at several representatives of modern literature, most of them looked at him with contempt or disdain, as if he thought that a hairy boy could say anything?

And a few of them have smiles in their eyes.

Just wait for yourself to speak, and then reprimand yourself.

"I'm a bully, isn't it?" Ye Han said coldly in his heart, and then slowly spoke.

"I can explain my views on modern literature and traditional literature in eight words!"

Eight words, explanation?

Everyone looked at Ye Han even more curiously.

And modern literature and others even laughed one by one, thinking that Ye Han was too arrogant.

However, Ye Han ignored the words of these people.

Li Nong and the others sighed even more, feeling that Ye Han was impulsive, and persuaded the other party with eight words? Obviously impossible.

"I don't know if it's those eight words." Wang Fan asked shamelessly.

"That's a good question." Ye Han said a word, which immediately attracted a burst of laughter, as if the teacher said it to the students, Li Nong and the others also laughed, and their mood was a lot better.

The smile on Wang Fan's face stiffened, and he felt a hot pain on his face, but he secretly said in his heart: "If you say a wrong word, you will become a joke in the whole of Huaxia." ”

He was furious, but his face was flat, just a stiff smile.

At this time, Ye Han spoke.

Attention of the audience!

(Broken Chapters Wood JJ!) Whoever is the first to say it, give it to me, I promise not to kill you~ If you don't give me a reward, I will break it every day, hum~~~~~ dare to say that I am wooden jj!!!!! This is a great insult to me~) (To be continued......) R1292