Good guy, I don't know if I don't search, I was shocked when I searched, the small mobile phone screen was densely packed with news about Qin Song, I didn't expect to see it for a few days, this guy, there was a lot of news, could it be that he made a mistake?

Li Aiguo muttered suspiciously, put on reading glasses, and watched the news word by word.

"Boom! The director of the public service advertisement "Someone Always Secretly Loves You" turned out to be Qin Song! ”

"Boom! Qin Song's personal experience is very high, come in, you look good! ”

"Boom! Qin Song's latest masterpieces, reasoning martial arts "Immortal Sword" and "Peacock Feather" will be logged in "Literary Magazine" on December 1 to see you there! ”

"Boom! Qin Song's latest mystery novel "The Strange Case of Stiles Manor" fights with you! ”

"Boom! Tang Siyao and Qin Song actually have this kind of relationship. ”

"'There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and hang on the clouds and sail to the sea' is actually what Qin Song said?"

"'Heavenly Bai Yujing, five floors and twelve cities. The immortals caressed my top and gave me immortality. The opening sentence of "Eternal Sword" shows us a dislike of the ethereal martial arts rivers and lakes, let us wait and see. ”

"Talented, genius, you must know Qin Song."

“……”

Lao Li took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, rubbed his eyes, and muttered to himself, "Bai Yujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor." The immortals caressed my top and gave me immortality. Good poetry, good poetry, this kid really has a bit of the old man's demeanor back then, no wonder Lao Xu was in a hurry to ask me for his contact information. ”

As a professor of the Department of Literature of Yangcheng University, Li Aiguo has a very high literary literacy, and he can see at a glance that these poems are extraordinary, and they are definitely good poems, even if they are placed in ancient times, they are also rare masterpieces.

This closed disciple of his own and a year-old friend seems to be really a talent. Lao Li Tou's poems were so prosperous that he couldn't help but casually recite a limerick poem: If there were little friends in ancient times, why not 300 poems?

"And this 'riding the wind and waves will be sometimes, straight to the clouds and sails to the sea' The level is also very high, I don't know what the level of the whole poem is, Lao Xu, that guy, it should be for this poem." Li Aiguo touched the white stubble on his chin, proud in his heart.

Hey, although I can't compare to your old Xu, our disciples are much stronger than your disciples, rounding up, it means that I am better than you.

Well, self-consolation little old man has a hand.

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In a small apartment next to Yangcheng University, Qin Song put on a chicken nest and got up to get food, he didn't go to Aunt Lin's to eat today, mainly because the little girl and Aunt Hui were not there, and it was just the two of them who went, which felt a little weird.

"Praise, praise!"

"Crackling!"

It was thundering, it was raining, Qin Song closed the window. Outside the house, the rain was loud, the thunder was rolling, the dark clouds were all over the sky, the fist-sized raindrops were clattering down, and the street near the window was deserted, and occasionally a few cars drove over, pressing through the puddles, splashing a large area of rain.

The camphor trees on both sides of the street have lost their leaves, and only the bare trunks are straightened and unyielding in the storm.

Breathing in the fresh air brought by the rainfall, mixed with the faint smell of grass and soil, Qin Song was at a loss for a while, thinking that when he first came here, it was still a hot summer, and now, it was almost winter.

It's really like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle. sighed that time is fleeting, lifted the soaked boiling water, poured it into the instant noodle bucket, well, you can't rub the rice, then change the taste and eat an instant noodle meal.

It is very troublesome to eat alone, and you have to wash vegetables and cook rice, and you have to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Cooking for an hour and eating for five minutes, for hundreds of thousands of people like Qin Song, who are equal to hundreds of thousands of people in the same minute, will not easily waste time on stir-frying and cooking.

"Woohoo!" Qin Song gobbled up the instant noodles, well, Kang Shuaifu's Laotan sauerkraut beef noodles are delicious enough!

"Jingle bell~" The mobile phone rang, hey, it's really busy with business, Qin Song ate instant noodles, picked up the mobile phone casually and glanced at it, what was displayed on the screen was an unfamiliar number, a landline starting with 010.

Yanjing's phone? Qin Song was stunned for a moment, then slid to connect the phone, "Hey, who are you looking for?" ”

Xu Jingcheng on the other end of the phone heard a vague voice coming from the microphone, and silently compared the mobile phone number given to him by Lao Li, and made a mistake, "Is it Qin Songqin?" I am a professor at Yan University and the editor-in-chief of Poetry Magazine. ”

Damn, could it be a liar? Qin Song finished eating the last bite of instant noodles, and he didn't even let go of the soup, although he hadn't read "Poetry Magazine", he also knew its status and influence in the literary world, and the editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine" took the initiative to call him? Is it possible?

And the poem I was posting, I just took out two sentences casually, and it wasn't the whole article at all.

Seeing that there is no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time, could it be that the signal is not good? Xu Jingcheng "fed" the microphone a few times, did not hang up, and then asked tentatively, "Classmate Qin, do you know "Poetry Magazine"? ”

Damn, this damn familiarity, Qin Song inexplicably remembered what he said yesterday when he fooled Zhang Delong, "Brother Zhang, do you know the "Literary Magazine"? "It's exactly the same.

"Yes, but how do you prove that you are the editor-in-chief of the poetry magazine?" Qin Song maintained a great sense of vigilance.

"Cough, this ......" Xu Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, it was really the first time he had encountered this kind of problem, how could I prove that it was me? This doesn't seem to be able to be proven, "You kid is Li Aiguo's student, or you can add me as a TT friend and let Li Aiguo help me prove that it's done." ”

"Well, that's not necessary, of course the kid believes in Professor Xu." Hearing that the other party has moved out Li Aiguo's name, it should be really undoubted.

"You should finish that poem, right?" Xu Jingcheng asked, if you want to be included in the poetry magazine, one of the hard conditions is to have a complete poem.

"What Professor Xu said is 'there will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and hang on the clouds and sail to the sea'?" Qin Song asked, he also has a poem that is also very popular on the Internet, that is, the one "Bai Yujing in the Sky", which is also the work of the poet fairy Li Bai.

The full name of the poem is called "After the chaos and separation, Tian'en Liuyelang reminisces about the old travel book and presents Jiang Xiawei Taishou Liangzai", the full text is quite long, he is not ready to write this poem, the content and ideological realm of the whole poem are completely beyond his reach now.

As a qualified and mature copyist, you must have a selective copy! Make it a priority not to expose yourself.

"yes, yes." Xu Jingcheng responded.

"I'm done."

"It's done after writing, then you send me the full text to my mailbox, and if you are qualified, I will personally write you a poetry review." Xu Jingcheng reported his TT number to Qin Song.

As a professor at Yan University and editor-in-chief of Poetry Magazine, Xu Jingcheng is hard to find, and it is a great honor to be able to write a poetry review for a college student in person, which means that he has half a foot into the supreme palace pursued by literati and artists.

Businessmen pursue profits, literati chase fame, for writers, a good reputation is difficult to make money.

If Qin Song was recognized by the literary world at the beginning, how could Li Jianzhang and Song Xuanming and the like dare to ride on his head to and pee?

It's just picking up soft persimmons and pinching them, look at him as a newcomer, won the first prize in Wei Bo's essay competition, and has pink eye. The husband is not guilty, he is guilty, there is no background, and anyone dares to come up and deceive you a few times.

"Okay, no problem, I'll send it to your mailbox later." Qin Song agreed, and it was a great thing that his work could be included in the "Poetry Magazine", and it was impossible for him to refuse.

Xu Jingcheng said with a smile, "By the way, you can also send your bank card account at that time, our "Poetry Magazine" is not as rich as Wei Bo, and the first prize for holding an essay contest is 200,000 yuan, although the manuscript fee is not very much, but it should not be less. ”

As the only state-level publication in China, "Poetry Magazine" is basically regarded as a road, the honor represented is supreme, and the remuneration given is pitiful.

Even so, there are still many literati and ink writers who have to rush to get on even if they pay for it.

"This ......" Qin Song pondered for a while, a few hundred yuan, it was not interesting to take it, "Old Xu, find a reliable public welfare fund for the manuscript fee, you can help me donate." ”

"Yes." The other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, Xu Jingcheng was still the first time to contact an interesting young man like Qin Song, and he was a little more interested in him, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, otherwise he would dig into the corner of Li Aiguo?

Just do it if you want to, Xu Jingcheng waved his hoe and said with a bewitching voice, "Qin Song, have you considered that maybe you can come to Yan University to go to school?" ”

"Yan University, as one of the top universities in China, has a reputation for literature at home and abroad, if you come to Yan University, I will take you personally."

If Li Aiguo hears Xu Jingcheng's words, he is afraid that he will shout, you are a slut, dig the corner of Lao Tzu's wall, don't talk about martial arts, persuade you to use rats as juice, don't destroy your future! Then press DF two in a row, close to the face to open wide, guillotine jump to cut blood anger!

"Ah, this, no need, I'm doing well at Yangcheng University." Qin Song didn't expect the other side to say this, sure enough, gold will shine wherever it is, is his own light already dazzling to such a point?

"Okay, don't worry, you can discuss with your family first, or when you are free, come to Yanda to have a look." Xu Jingcheng saw that Qin Song refused, and he was not reluctant, and politely sent out an invitation.

Yan University, as the highest university in China, is the dream school in the minds of every young person, and when you come, you will naturally change your mind after seeing it!

"Okay, then I'll thank Elder Xu first." Qin Song was not ready to go to Yan University, although Yan University's colleges and universities were ranked higher, but he went to Yan University, obviously not as relaxed as he was at Yangcheng University.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Song first confirmed Xu Jingcheng's identity to Li Aiguo, and he was indeed the current editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine".

Then there is no problem, Qin Song recalled "Difficult to Walk" in his mind, and the beautiful words danced from his fingertips, turning into bridges, running through ancient and modern times. He seemed to dream back to ancient times, facing a table full of wine and food with the poet immortal Li Bai, but he was depressed, pulled out his sword, looked around, and was at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, the ice and snow have frozen the river, and if you want to climb the Taihang, the reckless wind and snow have long been closed, I can only sigh, how difficult the road of life is, how difficult it is, and the wrong roads are complicated, where are you now? I believe that the time to ride the wind and waves will always come, and then we will set sail and cross the sea!

The whole poem "Difficult to Walk" has a total of eighty-two words, and with the speed of Qin Song's fifty years of singleness, it didn't even take five minutes to complete, and the manuscript was sent to Xu Jingcheng's mailbox.

Finished, today is another fulfilling day.

On the other side, at Yenching University, Xu Jingcheng took Li Aiguo's reading glasses of the same style and stared at the computer screen.

"Ding-dong." The message prompt from the mailbox came out, "Hey, Xiao Wang, come over here and open me up." Xu Jingcheng skillfully called a young teacher to help him operate.

He is a little older than Li Aiguo, and he really doesn't understand emerging things like online mailboxes.

"Hey, okay, Old Xu." Outside the independent office, a young university teacher hurriedly put down the textbook in his hand, didn't dare to delay for a second, got up and walked into Xu Jingcheng's office.

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