"I won't write poetry anymore?"

Hearing Li Yun say this, Wang Lei recovered from the frustration just now, and his face was stunned.

Frankly speaking, judging from Wang Lei's opinion, the poems and articles that Li Yun just left behind are enough to make him a titan in the traditional cultural world.

And the poems just written can speed up this stage, skip the polish of time, and make him a well-deserved champion.

However, in such a situation, he actually left a sentence lightly and did not play this line of work in the future?

This made Wang Lei a little jealous and a little angry.

Can you do whatever you want if you are talented? Can an area be treated as a toy that can be discarded at any time?

"I think you'll get more if you stay."

Wang Lei couldn't help but say.

"I've already decided, today is the last time I'll write a poem, I'm afraid I won't be able to write it in the future."

Li Yun also responded seriously, and his mind returned to a state of chaos.

With a flash of inspiration just now, Li Yun handed over all the inventory.

This is Li Yun's last poem.

Not kidding.

And after carrying all the inventory of poems in his mind, Li Yun actually had a sense of light sublimation, and the whole person's spirit was brisk, as if a layer of shackles had been removed.

In the future, there will be no more poems and ancient texts in my life.

Sometimes, Li Yun would think about life at night when he was lonely and unbearable and had nowhere to release, thinking about why he crossed over? Why did you get the system by coincidence?

Perhaps, everything is luck, it's just a gift from fate that an ordinary little person gets after burning himself out, although for Li Yun, this gift of fate seems a little redundant, after all, he doesn't want the system.

But perhaps, everything is not a coincidence.

Perhaps, my mission in coming to this parallel world is to spread the cultures of my previous life in this world as much as possible.

As a communicator of civilization.

Okay, it sounds like a mission or something, but Li Yun's is indeed after handing over his poems, and the sense of detachment in the soul that he gets is true.

Li Yun suddenly thought, why do you always pursue to be a salted fish?

Maybe it's the unprovoked sense of mission and shackles in my heart.

Li Yun suddenly felt that he was in the second middle school, and he was still ashamed to think about it.

But no matter what, it's a good thing to remove a shackle in my heart.

Li Yun felt that he was in a happy mood today and could eat two more pieces of fried chicken legs

"It's a pity that you won't be involved in poetry anymore, but if you think about it, you've already done enough for this field."

Huang Bingtian said with emotion.

After reading these articles, he didn't even show the excitement he imagined.

When Li Yun stood in this room, wanting to leave pen and ink for civilization, Huang Bingtian felt that no matter what kind of talent Li Yun showed, it was a matter of course.

"Now, let's put this book in the safe, and he may be at the end of the world."

At this time, the professors of Jingcheng University on the side also showed a rather pious appearance, and accompanied Li Yun to put the written poetry collection in the safe.

At this moment, Li Yun's face was filled with a sense of sacred mission

It's an amazing feeling to be part of history.

In the evening, Li Yun had a meal in the canteen of Beijing University, and Huang Bingtian and the others were entertained, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

It's still quite nervous to talk and laugh with such a group of academic bigwigs

Of course, it was nervous for Li Yun, but for the students passing by, it was curious.

What kind of person is at the dinner table, who can actually talk and laugh with the professors of literature and history

"Huh?"

"Yi Wen? What's wrong. ”

"No, I really want to see someone who is a little familiar, it should be my delusion."

Yi Wen looked inside from a distance outside the dining hall.

Thinking about it, isn't this the young man I met in the drama club today?

Why is he still talking and laughing with so many professors here?

"I guess I'm wrong."

Yi Wen muttered, and there was no bottom in his heart.

On the side, her best friend seemed to notice the table full of professors inside, and seemed to say thoughtfully: "I seem to have a little impression of the young man sitting inside." ”

"A little impression, do you know?"

"I don't know, I guess I noticed it on some show."

"Oh."

Yi Wen pondered, on what show did he notice that it should be a star.

Since he is a star, he should not be the aesthetically vulgar man he met in the drama club.

After all, he doesn't look like a star no matter how he looks mediocre, at least he has to look like the Obas.

"Looks like I'm overthinking."

While eating, Li Yun had been thinking about something a little absent-mindedly.

The people around didn't mean to bother, because Li Yun was in a state that they were too familiar with at this moment.

In the afternoon, Li Yun was also thinking about his works with such an expression

Wang Lei and Huang Bingtian can't help but be a little curious, what works is Li Yun creating now?

Music? Screenplay? Or something else.

Wang Lei has a blind jealousy and confidence in Li Yun.

He feels that as long as it is a work created by Li Yun, it is definitely a good work.

"Well, a few professors, I have a few ideas here."

"Oh? What's the idea? ”

Several people's eyes lit up, and they were all happy to listen to Li Yun's thoughts.

"I wrote a few drama scripts when I was bored before, and I want to donate them directly to the drama department of Beijing University."

Drama?

Wang Lei and Huang Bingtian were a little stunned.

Haven't heard of you writing a play?

"You still know this?"

"Ahem, ahem, a little bit of understanding, a little bit of understanding."

Li Yun's daily heart is weak, of course, it is not that he understands, but the knowledge of his previous life.

"Really? Drama scripts? Donate all? ”

Huang Bingtian was actually mainly stunned that Li Yun could even write a drama script.

Although this thing is also a script, it is much more niche than scripts such as TV dramas and movies.

In recent years, in the field of drama, whether it is foreign or Chinese, the performances are familiar formulas, familiar flavors, familiar scripts, and the changes are not big at all.

It is a bit surprising that Li Yun actually wants to write such a niche thing.

Li Yun coughed lightly and said.

"How can I say it, thank you to all of you at Jingjing University for allowing me to receive this award, and there is nothing wrong with me donating a few scripts."

"I'm actually curious about this script"

Huang Bingtian did not hide his curiosity at all, and even he himself was a drama lover, otherwise he would not have invited Li Yun to watch the performance of the Drama Club of Beijing University.

"I've got a couple of scripts here"

"One is called a teahouse, one is called a thunderstorm, and one is called"

"Don Quixote."

Yi Wen is carrying out her undisturbed daily life.

As an art history student at Beijing University, her favorite thing is to study Chinese and foreign art history.

Studying Chinese and foreign art history will naturally lead to exposure to Chinese and foreign classical art.

For example, musical instruments, classical music, dramas, operas, etc., are all within her range of good balls.

She is very grateful for her hard work, and was able to be admitted to Jingcheng University to major in art history, although others always think that she went to Jingcheng University because of her Beijing hukou and her ballet expertise.

But Yi Wen knew.

That's all someone else's sour.

When it comes to professionalism, her favorite is drama, of course, this is not the reason why she likes the performance of the Drama Club of Beijing University, she likes the performance of the Drama Club of Beijing University purely because she likes the appearance of her seniors.

That man who combines God's grace, handsomeness and talent

"Xiaomin, I don't know if it's an illusion, when I finished watching the play today, the senior glanced at me."

"What you saw in your dreams?"

"Really! He glanced at me."

"Xiaowen, you have seen your junior year since your freshman year, and everyone is about to graduate, and no one has even looked at you, today you are still delusional about what to say, I'm afraid you don't have hysteria."

Xiao Min on the side seemed to be a little worried and put her hand on Yi Wen's forehead.

Yi Wen glanced at his roommate: "What's the matter, don't keep thinking of me as a nymphomaniac, okay, I'm very sensible."

"Yi Wen! Senior Zhang Lin is coming to you."

"Ahhh What? You said Senior Zhang is here? ”

Zhang Lin is Yi Wen's senior, and he is also a star in Beijing University, handsome, talented, and Yi Wen is a major, and art history, he can be regarded as a god-level figure in their liberal arts department.

Hearing that the senior came to her, whether it was true or not, Yi Wen had already thrown his reason out of the clouds.

Rational or something, can you eat it?

"Tsk, you still say that you are sensible, and you believe in this fool! Is it really coming? ”

Originally, Yi Wen's best friend still wanted to be yin and yang, but when he turned around, he saw that the man standing at the door of the dormitory downstairs was not the male god of art history and the president of the drama club?

I really came to find Yi Wen!

And Yi Wenwen also came to his senses a little, but when he saw Zhang Lin standing at the door of the dormitory, the line of reason could no longer be stretched.

At this moment, Yi Wen just wanted to hurry up and run downstairs to find his senior.

It's a little strange to say, and even Yi Wen has already figured out what the future child will be called, the boy's name is Zhang Zizin, and the girl's name is Zhang Ziying

"Senior"

"Hello, is it Yi Wen?"

"Hmm"

Looking at the handsome senior in front of him, Yi Wen's careful liver was a wild jump.

Senior, is this going to be confessed?

however

"Hello, Sister Yi Wenwen, did you see the man who came to the drama club today, where did he go after the end, did you see it?"