In the living room, we talk about poetry and Taoism, and talk about the past and the present.

For cultural people of the level of Editor-in-Chief Li Fan and Editor-in-Chief Zhu, everyone will know the other person’s weight when they talk for a few words.

Editor-in-chief Zhu was almost holding Li Fan's hand and chatting in detail. His small eyes were flashing with the excitement of encountering geniuses, "The image you are talking about is too lingering--"

"Old Zhu, come to the kitchen to copy the dishes!"

"Wait a minute! Xiaofan, this image—"

"Old Zhu, stir-fry the dishes, chat with the child after the dishes."

"You little girl!" Editor-in-chief Zhu had no choice but to get up and lie in Li Fan's ear and whispered, "Xiaofan, in the future, you must find someone who can cook."

After talking, Editor-in-Chief Zhu quickly walked into the kitchen. He walked lightly and hummed a popular tune in his mouth.

Chen Yan looked at her father's back and felt funny. She handed the orange she had picked to Li Fan and said, "Why has your cooperation with us Souyu not progressing yet?"

Li Fan said while eating: "The whole program is not planned. Now it is completely in the verbal stage. This is not too urgent and cannot be solved in one or two months."

"Well, that's right. If you can do a show in high school, then you will be the first to start a variety show. Although it is an online show, you are also the number one person in China."

"There is no sign of the eight characters, let's talk about it."

...

That night, Editor-in-Chief Zhu had a great time chatting, while Chen Yan was by her side, occasionally making a few words, but later she remained silent.

Editor-in-Chief Zhu also gradually changed from his initial conversational state to the right place. Later, there were only such words left:

"Oh!" I suddenly realized.

"It makes sense!" expressed his agreement.

"Yes!" He thought so too.

"Then do you think..." the question is thrown.

Editor-in-chief Zhu, a graduate of Modern Literature at Normal University and the editor-in-chief of "Poetry Magazine". He is naturally of high level, but no matter how high he is, he is not as good as a professor at Peking University. There is nothing he can do when facing a cheating role like Li Fan.

It was very late. At 12 o'clock in the evening, Li Fan stood up to say goodbye for the third time, and Editor-in-Chief Zhu finally let him go.

Looking at the tall and thin back downstairs, the whole family sighed repeatedly.

"By the way, Dad, you suggest Li Fan write a book on poetry theory. Isn't this too early?"

"I just gave him a suggestion. Based on my judgment, Li Fan's ability to produce this book is fine, but this kind of book is not a novel and requires repeated consideration and discussion. Without five or six years, you can't write mature works."

"You mean to let him have a plan first."

"Yes, I don't want to waste his talent."

...

It is indeed not something that can be achieved overnight when publishing this book of poetry theory. Of course, this is for others. For Li Fan, he wanted to "get it" at any time. However, Li Fan is a person with aspirations. He hoped that what he wrote would have his own theories and thoughts. Of course, the theories of his predecessors also needed reference.

Quoting the views of predecessors, inspiring new things and creating new literary and artistic theories is Li Fan’s personal pursuit, but this is quite difficult and cannot be completed overnight. Let’s study it slowly.

So, after Li Fan returned to the dormitory, another document appeared in the computer document.

...

On Friday morning, there were dark clouds over the capital and the thunder was faint. At noon, with a loud thunder breaking through the sky and the earth, the whole capital was raining heavily.

There was no class in the afternoon, and the students were lying in the dormitory, sighing with lost sighs through the window.

"Why!"

"This rain is so fucking heavy!"

"It's not too early or late, but today!"

...

Crack!

The door opens.

Li Fan was soaked like a chicken that was soaked. He just went to Chen Yuan's studio to get some tickets. When he was about to arrive at the dormitory building, it was raining heavily. His two long legs were considered white and he had never run away.

Yang Shuo said with a frown and said, "Squad leader, I've been ruined!"

Li Fan trembled and took off his shirt and said, "It's his fucking waste."

"Squad leader, what do you want to do?"

"What can I do? Just wash the clothes!"

"Li Fan, we mean that the friendship with girls has been ruined!"

"Oh!" Li Fan suddenly realized, "The outdoor friendship is no longer possible, let's talk about it later."

"And then?"

"Li Fan, do you know the hardships of our bachelors? Don't be full of men and don't know that hungry men are hungry!"

Li Fan sneered, "Brothers, I'm the same brother!"

"You are my brother, but you are always surrounded by girls of all kinds. Even if you are not in love, you can see women every day. Where are us?"

"Yes, do you Li Fan know our pain? We are intimate with the young ladies from the island country in front of the screen!"

"oh!"

Li Fan said "Oh" and ignored them, then took off his wet clothes, hid in the quilt to keep warm, thinking about a lot of things in his head.

The students gave each other a wink, then the hungry wolf pounced on the food, pressed Li Fan on the bed and began to ravage him.

"Give me back the friendship!"

"I want the flower girl!"

...

Li Fan received 5 tickets from Chen Yuan's studio. The tickets were attended by Chen Yuan's personal photography exhibition. In addition to keeping one, they were given to four people, Xiaoxiao, Yang Shuo, Peng Hui, and Song Zhongshu, a graduate student from the Beijing University Academy of Fine Arts.

Li Fan naturally didn't know this postgraduate student who was engaged in art. He was Xiaoxiao's distant relative.

Chen Yuan's personal photography exhibition was held at the Beijing 198 Art Center. On Saturday, because some of the specialties Li Fan bought were to be mailed back to Chuncheng, he took action alone this time.

When he came to the Art Center, the photography exhibition had not started yet, but because of Chen Yuan, he could naturally enter the door early.

Today, Teacher Chen is wearing a suit, full of energy and even a bit gentlemanly. When Li Fan saw it, he found that it was true that a man leaned on his clothes and horse leaned on his saddle!

"Xiaofan, just stroll around by yourself, I'm busy here."

"Okay, you're busy."

Li Fan walked alone in the gallery, and classic works were revealed in front of him. Teacher Chen's deep thoughts emerged in each photo frame.

Li Fan walked and looked and thought.

An old man with tears in his eyes, what does the tears reflect?

The timid eyes of a group of children in the mountainous areas, is it aspiration or ignorance?

...

Alas, if you look at this carefully later, there is a big thing to deal with. Where is my work?

After searching for it, I finally found it.

The photography of Li Fan, named "The Right Youth" by Teacher Chen, is prominently located on the left side of the exhibition hall. Li Fan stood there and looked at it carefully. Not to mention, it was pretty good!

But it was a little crooked. Seeing this, Li Fan reached out and straightened his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and muttered, "This is perfect!"

"Li Fan, you are so stinky!"

"How do you speak?"

Two people suddenly walked over from the empty exhibition hall, a mother and daughter.

Li Fan scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, "Hello Auntie!"

This was quite unexpected. Gu Yating and her mother actually appeared here.

"Xiaofan, let's see how Teacher Chen photographed you."

"What else can you do? You look like a god!" Gu Yating said.

"You kid."

Li Fan stood aside and was responsible for smiling silly, looking honest and honest.

"Not bad!" Song Xueru nodded as she looked at the photograph of "Youth". She was afraid that she would lose her words and would reveal that she did not understand art. Song Xueru turned to other things and asked about Li Fan's recent situation.

Li Fan's standing posture is standard, well-behaved, and very polite, which makes Gu Yating a headache.

Teacher Chen became famous by photographing Song Xueru. The two have a good relationship. This time, they came to Beijing to support their good friends and happened to see their baby daughter. Moreover, they didn’t come by themselves, so Gu Yating’s aunt and uncle also came.

As soon as my uncle and aunt came over, Li Fan said sweetly:

"Uncle is so young."

"Auntie, you are so beautiful!"
To be continued...