Su Wenjin's arrival surprised the people around her, especially the young men, seeing Su Wenjin's eyes straightened, this is a rare talented woman, graduated from the University of Lyon, France, this is a well-known university in the world, and has a very good personal relationship with Dai Wangyu, the person who carries the Hazy School, and has contacts with major universities in Shanghai, and the National Jiaotong University has invited her to hang a professor's title. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And what is comparable to Su Wenjin's talent is her appearance, a white shirt, with an elegant long skirt, coupled with her white skin, and the pride revealed in her eyes, which attracted the attention of all young men. Moreover, the intellectual vision of the tea party is not as good as ordinary people, and they may be able to resist beauty, but they have no resistance to this temperament-type beauty.

"Look, that's Su Wenjin."

"She was a talented girl who graduated from the University of Lyon, who was said to have studied European history at the university, and where her father was a well-known wealthy businessman. But I heard that she has a high vision, why did she come to us today, and she was with Cao Lingyuan. ”

"Maybe he was invited by Stalker, didn't you see that Su Wenjin didn't bird him? Here's our chance. ”

The young men smiled and looked at Su Wenjin in the pavilion, but Su Wenjin only looked at it with a small book, and didn't care about these eyes at all.

"Who is Su Wenjin?" The rest of the young women used their hands as fans to shake away the heat on their faces, and also shook off the stuffiness in their hearts, so that this breath would not come out of their faces.

"Hey, I'll introduce you to you." A young man jumped uninterestingly next to the young woman who was pretending to ask, but was actually sulking, "She is also an international student who returned to China this year, and it is estimated that she will be a professor at Jiaotong University in a long time, and she is also a representative of the Hazy Poetry School, you don't know how lonely she is." ”

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it." The young woman glared at the young man and stepped aside.

Compared with the admiration of young men, young women are a little more jealous in their hearts.

The young men gradually shifted the position of exchange to the pavilion, waiting for the small event of Ye Jin to do some interaction, and then took the opportunity to talk to Su Wenjin for a few words, if the chat was happy, maybe Su Wenjin would fall in love with him, and when the time came, relying on Su Wenjin's father's relationship, he would have to fight for decades.

Su Wenjin looked at the small book in his hand, it was a thin booklet, but he still turned the first page when he flipped around, and he didn't actually read the next content at all. Cao Lingyuan saw the small book in Su Wenjin's hand and asked, "Wenjin, what articles or poems have been published recently?"

"No, if you are interested, you can write two sentences, if you are not interested, you will not write, and during this time, I have to study the history of Central Europe, and I have no time to write." Su Wenjin said, but then realized that he had too much to say to Cao Lingyuan, so he shut up.

Cao Lingyuan laughed and said: "Wen Jin, you are talented, inspiration comes when you say it, we have to meditate for several days before we can compose a poem or write an article." By the way, what kind of book are you reading, working so hard. ”

Cao Lingyuan felt that the pamphlet in Su Wenjin's hand was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had read it, so he asked.

Su Wenjin handed him the booklet: "Haven't you seen it?" Isn't there one of your masterpieces on this? ”

After Cao Lingyuan got his hands, he realized that it was an overprint of "Dajiang Daily", and all the poems published before were reprinted and made into a booklet, the first one was "Farewell Kangqiao", and the second one was his poem.

Cao Lingyuan was happy in his heart, thinking that Su Wenjin was reading his poems, so he hurriedly said modestly: "It's not well written, it's ugly, this poem can't represent the level of my emerging representative poet, I specially meditated on a song a few days ago, the level is much higher than this, or read it to you." ”

"Wait, the people haven't arrived yet." Su Wenjin said expressionlessly, and then recalled the poem "The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset", this author is also interesting, just one sentence depicts a gorgeous oil painting, riverside, golden willow, sunset, Su Wenjin tasted carefully, the more he read it, the more he felt that there was a taste, if he thought that the author had Dai Wangyu's eighty percent level, now there are ninety percent.

Ye Jin came to the pavilion, and Ye Jin was surprised that Su Wenjin could come this time, so he came to say hello, Su Wenjin's temperament was very attractive to readers: "Hello Wenjin, my name is Ye Jin." By the way, who did you just say you were waiting for? Aren't we all together? ”

"Ignore it." Without waiting for Cao Lingyuan to answer, Su Wenjin said first.

Yan Buwen's reputation became louder with "Farewell Kangqiao", but it seemed that Ye Jin hadn't heard of it, and when Su Wenjin reminded him that he was the author of "Farewell Kangqiao", Ye Jin nodded: "Oh, it turned out that I wrote "Farewell Kangqiao", I thought it was Brother Dai who came, I read this poem, it's nothing great, if he wants to come, come on, no more than him, no less than him." ”

Ye Jin also smiled, in fact, he hadn't read this poem at all, and he was just talking nonsense, knowing that it wasn't Dai Wangyu, he thought there was no need to compliment, and Su Wenjin didn't show how good this poem was, so he said it casually.

Su Wenjin smiled, this poem has Dai Wangyu's ninety percent level, but it is so good that Ye Jin and their poems are so good that I don't know where to go, this Ye Jin still said this, he must not have read it, and he is not afraid of flashing his tongue if he brags.

Cao Lingyuan looked around, the invitation was handed over to Yan Buwen through his uncle Cao Yuan'an, he didn't know if he came, it didn't matter if he didn't come, it proved that he didn't have that talent, this poem was also written unintentionally, but if he didn't come, Cao Lingyuan was not comfortable in his heart, and he was ready to take advantage of the Xinye Tea Party to humiliate Yan Buwen and regain the face he had lost in Li Yuankang before.

Cao Lingyuan looked at the intersection, and a person walked over here, which was somewhat similar to the appearance described by Cao Yuanan: "Look, is that Yan Buwen." ”

Su Wenjin looked over, a young man in a suit and walking over, without glasses, and his skin was not particularly white: "How do I know, I haven't seen it again, aren't you a classmate with him?" You don't know. ”

Cao Lingyuan smiled awkwardly: "I'll take a look." ”

Where did Cao Lingyuan know, walking along the path, the person in a suit in front also walked over, Cao Lingyuan said: "But don't you hear brother?" ”

Yan Buwen looked up at Cao Lingyuan, his eyebrows were clear, his eyes were beautiful, he was dressed in a long robe, and his aura was high, and he said, "You are Cao Lingyuan Brother Cao?" ”

"Exactly, I didn't expect to invite you over." Cao Lingyuan seemed to be smiling, looking at Yan Buwen's eyes full of scrutiny.

Yan Buwen's eyes did not move, and said, "Classmates invite me, how can I not come, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of the friendship between the two of us." ”

"Who is this man?" Everyone was puzzled in their hearts, they had never seen it before, could it be that they also came back from studying abroad?

And seeing that Cao Lingyuan is very close to him, it seems that he is Cao Lingyuan's classmate, and more people keep such a guess in their hearts, Cao Lingyuan also asked Su Wenjin to come over with this man in a suit, at least this man should be at the same level as Su Wenjin.

"It won't be the Hazy Sect Poet Dai Wangyu."

"No, I've seen Dai Wangyu, it's not him." A group of young people whispered, guessing Yan Buwen's identity.

Ye Jin stepped forward and said, "This is Yan Buwen, Mr. Yan?" ”

Yan Buwen nodded: "May I ask who you are?" ”

"Wildfire Pie, Ye Jin."

The name is really loud, Yan Buwen smiled and said: "It's like thunder." ”

"Come and sit down in the gazebo, drink some tea and start preparing for some small activities." Ye Jin saw that Yan Buwen was coming, and the people had arrived, so he was ready to enter the theme of the tea party.

Su Wenjin put aside the poetry book in his hand, and when he saw Yan Buwen coming, he stood up and said with a smile: "You are Mr. Yan Buwen, your "Farewell Kangqiao" is good." Su Wenjin and Yan Buwen held hands, and then continued to sit down, Yan Buwen really did not go beyond her imagination, she originally thought that she was also an extraordinary person, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

But out of politeness, Su Wenjin still said hello.

Yan Buwen glanced at Su Wenjin, the girl who was highlighted on the invitation made Yan Buwen a little surprised, but only that, two lives, Yan Buwen would not be fascinated by a girl.

Other young men and women looked over, and some of them discussed in a whisper: "Did you hear it, what Su Wenjin and Ye Jin said just now seems to be Yan Buwen, who wrote "Farewell Kangqiao". ”

"Oh, it was him, and that poem was really well written."

"But it's not a big deal, it's just moaning without illness, it's okay to deceive the little girl with these poems, don't be deceived." Some young men are very disdainful, this poem is nothing special, why so many people like it, but not many people can see their own poems, and this gap also makes them despise Yan Buwen in their hearts.

"Gently I'm gone, is this the one? It would be nice if people were handsome, and I wouldn't be tempted by this poem alone. "A person wearing a cheongsam, but the bloated fat on his body has squeezed the cheongsam into a Michelin shape, if you don't hear what this young woman said, will she vomit blood, you don't need to be tempted at all.

This poem "Farewell to Kangqiao" has amazed the whole of Shanghai during this time, relying on a circulation of about 5,000, basically as long as the intellectuals who pay attention to this aspect know the existence of this poem, they may not remember the three words "Yan Buwen". But the four words "Farewell to Cambridge" are firmly imprinted in my heart, and the poem itself is not too long, everyone can remember it by looking at it, and sometimes when you read two sentences, you will keep it in mind.