If it was Huang Bingtian in the past, he would think that the boy from Beijing University in front of him was an excellent person.

In fact, he is indeed good enough, but now that he has more contact with Li Yun, he feels that the standard of talent in his heart has been raised a lot.

are all about the same age, and Li Yun will go down in history

No matter how good you are, you are not as good as Li Yun

However, Li Yun didn't think so.

Li Yun still clearly remembers that all his current achievements are from the works of his previous life

Today, it is not Li Yun who wants to go down in history, but Li Bai.

Although he plagiarized so many works, Li Yun still clearly knew who the author of the work was.

He is not a creator, but a communicator.

Spread the excellent cultural works of the past life to the world.

Therefore, when Li Yun faces really excellent people, he really will not have even the slightest sense of superiority

Of course, in Huang Bingtian, in the eyes of others, Li Yun's actions are completely an excellent quality of humility

They probably wouldn't have thought that Li Yun felt the other party's excellence and his own shortcomings from the bottom of his heart.

And unlike Li Yunxiang's embarrassing performance, these two performances are really not embarrassing.

His acting skills are even good.

It's the script of the play

This script can't be said to be bad, in Li Yun's words, it's soil.

It's too earthy.

It is a Western-style chivalric drama, and the core is still the story of Dragon Quest and saving the princess.

It's very simple.

Even, it's too simple.

"Li Xiaoyou, what do you think of this drama?"

"Well, it's okay."

"It's a classic drama repertoire of the Knights of Losaiah."

"Well, it just feels old-fashioned." Li Yun held back for a while and said, "I feel that the script is too face-painting." ”

Li Yun and Huang Bingtian's conversation seemed to be heard by the two girls in front of them, and they turned around and said with a strange face, "This classmate, the Knight of Losaiah is a classic Western drama, which has been performed by many people for thousands of years, and his script is not an old-fashioned sentence that can be criticized."

"Well, you're right."

Li Yun nodded, this answer blocked the girl with one sentence, and the words that were originally held in her stomach suddenly became nowhere to release.

Wang Lei on the side also wanted to laugh when he saw it.

I only felt that Li Yun was really Buddhist, and the other side wanted to refute the scolding people, but he actually blocked the words as soon as you said it right.

In particular, this Li Yun is really too Buddha.

However, although the girl held her stomach, she still couldn't help but talk to Li Yun's science.

"This classmate, why do you think that the knight of Losaiah is old-fashioned, the protagonist Ole is so noble, powerful, just, perfect, is a pure, and powerful knight, a hero like him, even if he is performed for another thousand years, it will not be old-fashioned, because he represents the thoughts and sustenance of knights in people's hearts The Chinese people have no faith, and not understanding this beautiful quality does not mean that there is nothing."

"Hmm" After listening to this girl for a long time, Li Yun shrugged his shoulders and said, "How to say it, my opinion is quite simple, this knight is too perfect, perfect to unrealistic, a character like this, if it appears in a cartoon of the sub-supply, I will think it is cool, but if it appears in the main drama, I think it is too flat, and ah is not that Chinese people have no faith, do not understand this beautiful quality, I don't think there is anything bad about this work, I just think that characters that are too face-painted are not that good from my personal point of view. ”

Li Yun felt a little uncomfortable listening to the words of this student from Beijing University.

What is called the Chinese people have no faith.

These words alone made Li Yun uncomfortable to listen to.

"Can bad works last for thousands of years" The girl didn't seem to have any intention of arguing with Li Yun, but said patiently, "If you don't understand drama, don't come to see it, you don't understand"

This seems to be a niche superior idea.

The more niche the circle, the more xenophobic it is.

The ancients did not deceive me.

Until the end of the play, Li Yun has been in a state of fugue outside the world, as if he is recalling and thinking about something.

Huang Bingtian looked absent-minded, as if he thought that the girl's words just now made Li Yun have psychological fluctuations, and then said: "Don't worry too much about young people." ”

"Oh, I didn't want to worry about anything."

Li Yun still looked absent-minded.

On the other side, Wang Lei said with some resentment: "Just now, the female student opened her mouth, how are the Chinese people, how are the Chinese people, I am also very uncomfortable to listen to." ”

"You're still scheming with young people, how old are you?"

Huang Bingtian seemed to be a little helpless about his student's attitude.

Wang Lei muttered, "I'm 18 years old in college, and I'm not a child anymore." ”

At this moment, Li Yun seemed to be still wandering into the world, and at the same time took out his mobile phone, as if he was writing something.

Wang Lei saw this scene in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask Li Yun what he was writing, but the curiosity in his heart was faintly boiling.

Li Yun, what is he writing

Li Yun remained so absent-minded until the afternoon, when he was about to write the psalms into the library.

When Li Yun arrived at the library, he was greeted by several professors from the Department of Chinese and the Department of History.

The aura of several people is really strong.

Even in the face of the penguin MCA, Li Yun has never had such a strong sense of self-shame.

But when facing these professors, Li Yun's heart really rose with a strong sense of self-shame.

These professors in front of me are the real gems.

At this time, a professor who looked very kind said with a smile.

"Mr. Li, your handwritten poetry collection will be collected by our Beijing University Library, and will also be included in our Beijing University Poetry Cloud database, as long as Beijing University still exists in the future, your works will exist Maybe in the future, even if our human civilization perishes, your works will still exist as a symbol of civilization, and I don't know how many years later, when human beings die, future civilized creatures can also understand our Chinese civilization from this black box."

"Hmm"

Li Yun swallowed his saliva, and his demeanor suddenly began to be sublime.

Not only does it feel like you're in a history book, but it's also a feeling of coming to the future.

Remembered as a trace of the existence of civilization.

Li Yun suddenly thought of the name of a short story.

The name of this short story is Shiyun.

It is also Liu Cixin's work, and it is also a story that tells the story of the treasures of the old era that shocked God.

Li Yun's demeanor became serious.

"I understand that I will write these psalms with the utmost seriousness, so that our future generations can understand this era through these articles."

Li Yun's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Wang Lei, who was on the side, looked at it and said with emotion: "I am witnessing history." ”

"Yes, you are witnessing the birth of history."

Li Yun maintained twelve points of seriousness and piety, and wrote down the poems in his memories.

Shu Road is difficult to read, Nu Jiao Shui tunes the song head, and it is difficult to travel

All the poems that I have shown in this world have been written.

However, after writing these poems, Li Yun did not stop

Instead, I was thinking and writing on and off

"He"

Wang Lei was just a little puzzled, but was interrupted by Huang Bingtian on the side and made a shushing expression.

Don't bother Li Yun

The room was very quiet, and several professors seemed to have their minds and did not disturb Li Yun's divergent inspiration at this moment.

Wang Lei's little brain finally reacted to what Li Yun was doing.

He seems to be creating.

Create on the spot

"Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin is a burrow"

"Lisao"

"Tanka line."

"Peacock Flying Southeast"

Li Yun was squeezing his little head, reciting and writing down all the poems he had learned and seen.

At this moment, for the first time, Li Yun was somewhat grateful to the system for giving him memory.

The mind was clearer than ever, and the knowledge of past lives came like a tidal wave.

Several professors were very silent and let Li Yun reminisce by himself.

Wang Lei was more curious, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at it, and put it on the paper where he wrote poetry and articles.

Huang Bingtian warned his students with his eyes and told him not to look at them.

For young people, however, curiosity is like poison.

But when Wang Lei saw the rows of poems and articles on the paper, he knew why his teacher didn't let him read the articles on them.

Have low self esteem.

When he saw these articles, Wang Lei felt a strong sense of inferiority in his heart.

The gap between people and people is really bigger than that between people and dogs.

Originally, Wang Lei was still thinking about whether he could have a chance to catch up, but now, Li Yun is not in the same dimension as himself.

His brain was like a black hole, as if it contained a database from another dimension.

With such a talent, people don't think about anything other than awe and powerlessness.

And Li Yun didn't know that he had hit a young man, and when he wrote the last sentence of Burrow, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems to be a relief.

"I've written all the poems I know here."

"This is my last poem, and I will never be again."

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