Yang Pingle had a bus card when he was a freshman, but he forgot about his home during the summer vacation, and he kept saying that he wanted to reissue one when he came back from school, but he didn't take the time to delay it until now. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Two days ago, when chatting with Guo Dalu, he said casually, but he didn't expect him to remember it in his heart, although he gave the bus card to himself in that slightly spoofed way, but Yang Pingle still felt a burst of warmth.

In life, it is actually very good to be able to take your casual words to heart and do it quietly.

Thinking of this, Yang Pingle couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, when Guo Dalu took the card out just now, he thought that he was the same as the disgusting old men he met before, what did he want to do to himself?

But after thinking about it again, if the word that is becoming more and more sensitive among female college students is used on Guo Dalu, it is really quite inconsistent.

In the afternoon, a guest came to the store, a student from Chu University next door to Chu University, like Yang Pingle, a sophomore this year, but he studied Chinese.

"I'm here today to ask a question. After the guest came in, he didn't wait for Yang Pingle to ask, and directly reported his purpose.

Guo Dalu, who was sitting next to him drinking tea and reading a book, raised his head and said, "Then please come and sit." ”

The Chinese boy glanced at Guo Dalu, walked over, and asked, "Can you solve all people's worries?"

"That's just an advertisement," Guo Dalu said with a smile, "There are always one or two worries in this world that no one can solve, right?"

"Makes sense. The Chinese boy nodded.

"But, not including your today. Guo Dalu said confidently.

The Chinese boy was slightly startled and asked, "Do you know what I want to consult today?"

"Of course, this is one of the main features of our restaurant. If I guess that today's customer is going to ask a question that I can't solve, I'll leave the store early to avoid that customer. Guo Dalu said very frankly, "However, since the store opened, I have not encountered this situation." ”

Chinese boy: "......" so it's still a hard broad.

"Tell me your question?" Guo Dalu made a gesture of please.

The Chinese boy thought for a while and said, "Before the formal consultation, can I ask you to read a few poems?"

"Absolutely, it's within our scope of service. Guo Dalu sat upright, "What poem?"

The Chinese boy handed the mobile phone to Guo Dalu, and Guo Dalu saw that it was several modern poems, all narrative, with a variety of contents, from high-rise buildings to rural fields, from the Internet to fish ponds, from campuses to food stalls, with sharp words and rich imagery, and the words were full of ridicule and criticism.

"That's a good job. Guo Dalu praised.

"Is it really good?" the Chinese boy asked rhetorically.

"It's really good, especially this song "She Said", although it is only a short seven lines, but it is particularly in-depth, which can be described as a pearl of words and thought-provoking. ”

The Chinese boy laughed and said, "The inspiration for this poem actually comes from the last gossip of your Chuda BBS. ”

"Oh, which gossip?"

"The gossip of a girl dumping her scumbag boyfriend, the post mentioned a few words said by the girl, which shocked me very much, and after a deep introspection, I wrote this little poem. ”

Talking about this, the Chinese boy's conversation was also stirred up, he looked at Guo Dalu with a smile, and said: "The content of this poem is certainly very bright, but its really unique place is still in its structure, I don't know if you have noticed?"

Guo Dalu read the poem called "She Said" again:

She said

You think you gave me the first time

high tide

I will never take you

forget

A stupid hanging

She said

......

Guo Dalu suddenly thought of Senior Sister Camel, smiled slightly, and said: "If you are structurally innovative, do you mean that you start with 'she said' and 'she says'?"

The Chinese man nodded with satisfaction, "That's right, this closed structure gives this little poem a kind of refined power, and the contemptuous flamboyance and *** protrusion of 'her' in the poem are vividly displayed." ”

Guo Dalu: "...... so your question is actually coming to me for poetry appreciation?"

"That makes sense," Guo Dalu chimed in, and then asked, "So what do you mean when you came to me today?"

The Chinese boy put away the agitated expression on his face, was slightly silent, and said, "My question is, do you think I am suitable to be a poet? My family and friends are against me taking this path, saying that poets have long been outdated, and if you want to be a pure poet in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult to even support yourself." ”

"So I came here to ask you, look at these poems of mine, at my level, is it necessary to continue on the road of poetry?"

Guo Dalu simply shook his head and said, "There's no need." ”

"What?"

"There's no need," Guo Dalu repeated, "In the final analysis, your poems are just some long sentences taken apart and recombined, similar word games have long been played by netizens." What is there to hold onto?"

The blood surged up instantly, the Chinese boy's face was swollen red, and after hearing Guo Dalu's rhetorical question, he finally couldn't suppress his anger, took the case, pointed at Guo Dalu and scolded: "What do you know? Do you know what poetry is? In this mouth full of nonsense, unashamed, it is simply insulting!"

"I'll tell you the truth, your level, compared with some netizens, is a midstream lower, so I agree with your family and your friends' point of view, give up, there is no need to insist. Guo Dalu's tone was flat.

"Shut up! Shut up for me! Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Do you think you can trample on other people's dreams so wantonly by opening such a store?"

"But your dream is of little value, and it doesn't seem like there's much chance of it. Guo Dalu spread his hands, "If one person persuades you to give up, maybe that person is wrong, but everyone advises you to give up, it means that you may be wrong, so write poetry or something, you better give up and listen to everyone's opinions." ”

"Fart!" The Chinese boy finally burst into a foul mouth, "I tell you, the path of the poet, I am determined, no matter who comes to persuade me to give up, no matter how fanciful he says, I will not pay attention to him!"

"You people are just vulgar people who surrender to reality!"

"I thought it would surprise me, but I didn't expect it to be like that!"

Guo Dalu didn't care, and asked with a smile: "So, no matter how others persuade you, you won't give up?"

The Chinese boy snorted stunned.

"So, what are you asking? You already have the answer in your heart, why are you still looking for the answer? So are you here to find the answer, or are you here to find the agreement?"

The Chinese boy was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to come to such a reversal.

"Any razor has its own philosophy, and if a person insists on only one thing in his life, he will definitely have unusual feelings. ”

Guo Dalu's tone became serious, "I don't know if you will become your ideal poet in the future, but as long as you stick to your own path and keep writing, then in this vast world, your words will eventually resonate with one or two people, I think that's also very good, what do you think?"

Chinese boy: "......" becomes a bosom friend in seconds.

"Okay, now that you have shouted your own answer, then our consultation will also come to an end, if you are here, go to the front desk to pay the fee, originally charged 230, but considering that poetry is an elegant thing, everyone is a student, give you a 3% discount, 69 yuan, almost equal to giving it away for nothing. ”

"What?"

"What, you don't think I'm free to spend a long day with you, do you? I'm not a poet. ”

"Are you funny?" the Chinese boy said and got up to leave.

Guo Dalu tilted his head to look at him, and said unhurriedly: "I respect you from the bottom of my heart for your determination to be a poet, but if you want to ask the overlord question, this will definitely not work in this store." Ah Fei!"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the store slammed shut, and a wooden robot swordsman stood in front of the poet.