"The Unprovoked Fifty Strings of Jinse... was written by Chen Ya?"

Liu Ruying murmured, the shock in her heart lingering like the last sound of a long-ringing bell.

Jinse, this poem she had heard of when she was in high school was actually written by Chen Ya?

It was actually that Chen Ya - the Chen Ya who had an unruly look on his face, poured wine on Sister Hua from head to toe, and tried to cover his lips with his mouth in the fitting room (and succeeded)?

Lu Qianzi held up the magazine and spread it out to show everyone:

"This Bai Yujing is Chen Ya, right? At Yashe, the professors all admitted personally that Bai Yujing is Chen Ya. He published papers under this pen name. So, did he also use this pen name to publish articles in the school magazine?

"

Wu Zun raised his hands behind his head with a look of disbelief on his face: "Such a graceful poem was actually written by a man, or by that Chen Ya... I can't accept it..."

"Do you still think Bai Yujing is a woman?"

"Yes, when I was in high school, our Chinese teacher told us about this poem, saying that the author's writing style was delicate and graceful, but her identity was a mystery. I always thought she was a female poet..."

Talented women who can write poems are always lovable and can arouse people's unlimited imagination. Especially when the talented woman has not yet shown her face.

No matter what, Wu Zun could not reconcile his youthful fantasy about the author of the poem with the image of Chen Ya who was kept by a rich woman.

Xia Yingji suddenly said: "Your teacher also said it? Our teacher also said it, saying that it expresses the author's ambitions that are difficult to achieve, ambitions that are difficult to achieve, and frustrations... It turns out that it is Chen Ya who is complaining!"

"What ambitions are so hard to achieve? Nonsense!" Wu Zun immediately refuted, "Our teacher also talked about this poem. This poem is obviously a love poem! It describes love!"

Xia Yingji was about to retort when Si Chaoliang pushed up his glasses and said: "What a coincidence, we also learned this poem in high school. According to our teacher, this poem should be a mourning poem.

.”

"Poem of mourning? Who is mourning?" Lu Qianzi raised her eyebrows.

"Dead wife..."

"Where did Chen Ya get his dead wife?" Lu Qianzi's words made Si Chaoliang shut up.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, this is a poem that expresses ambitions," Xia Yingji said, "Look, every string and every column of nostalgia for the past is lamenting that one has wasted his years. The foundation of Chinese reading and comprehension, these people

don't know?"

Wu Zun made a pause gesture and said: "Now it seems that when everyone was in high school, the teacher taught this poem. It's so good. Let's let Liu school beauty talk about it and see what her opinion is?"

Everyone looked at Liu Ruying, her slender onion-like fingers gently touched her chin, and the light in her beautiful eyes seemed to have thought of something, and curiosity flowed out of her eyes.

"What our teacher said is that this is a poem about things," Liu Ruying said. "The middle four lines of this poem happen to be consistent with the four tones of Su, resentment, and purity, so it is

A poem about poetry."

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

It seems that all Chinese teachers have their own ideas.

The most shocking thing is that when five people read a poem, all five people had different interpretations.

"But that's not the point," Liu Ruying said. "Isn't the point that Chen Ya wrote a poem casually and published it in the school magazine, and then it became popular?"

For a moment, there was silence in the classroom.

"Also," Liu Ruying added, "this poem was published in the school magazine five years ago. We were in high school two or three years ago. In other words, this poem became a hit two or three years ago.

, almost students all over the country know this poem, and has Chen Ya mentioned this even once?"

She looked at Lu Qianzi, who shook her head.

Forget it, he doesn't look like he can write poetry at all.

"I understand what you mean," Wu Zun said. "If my poems were so popular, I would definitely talk about them every day. When I go to the cafeteria to have a meal, I would tell the food auntie, eh, how did you know about me?

Are the poems you write popular across the country?"

Liu Ruying nodded and said, "That's what I meant. In fact, when I communicated with Chen Ya, I found that he seemed to lack some common sense."

After a pause, probably to let others understand better, she further explained:

"Just like this, writing a shocking poem would definitely be used as a good talking point by others, and they would be talked about everywhere, but Chen Ya has never been like this. Whether he controls Jiang Lizhi Company or not

, or whether he can write poetry, he never tells anyone, even family or friends."

Lu Qianzi murmured: "Yes..."

This is also one of the reasons why she feels that Chen Ya does not regard her as a family member.

"Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger," Wu Zun said. "Pretend to be a grandson first and then a master. Then I will reveal my identity and shoot you to death. Maybe rich people like this."

Liu Ruying shook his head: "I don't think so. His attitude seemed to be, 'What? Jinse? It's just a poem written casually.' If others said that, it would definitely be a pretense, but he

That's it, it's true, it's like there are so many shocking things about him that he doesn't even bother to talk about them."

Lu Qianzi shook her head. She didn't know why she shook her head. She put down the magazine in her hand and turned another page forward.

It only took two seconds for her eyes to go from distracted to focused. Then, her eyes widened again, and she quickly opened the book, one page, two pages, and finally turned the entire magazine over frantically, directly to the table of contents.

Liu Ruying said: "What's wrong?"

After Lu Qianzi was absent-minded for a while, she spread out the catalog for Liu Ruying to read in a hollow voice.

Liu Ruying looked over and saw that in the simple catalog of "Wei Ming" magazine, it was arranged like this -

Table of contents:

Preface - Ishikawa Tong

poetry

"Moonlight Night on the Spring River" - Bai Yujing

"About to Enter the Wine"——Bai Yujing

"The Road to Shu is Difficult"——Bai Yujing

"Meng Yin Tianmu Yin Leaves Farewell"——Bai Yujing

"Ascending"——Bai Yujing

"Jin Se"——Bai Yujing

arts

"Hometown"——Bai Yujing

"The King of Chess" - Bai Yujing

"Transformation Plan"——Bai Yujing

"Chao Wen Dao"——Bai Yujing

scattered

"Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" - Bai Yujing

"Autumn in the Old Capital"——Bai Yujing

"Me and the Temple of Earth"——Bai Yujing

…

The entire catalog, in the author's column, the three characters Bai Yujing appear from top to bottom, as if in a military parade, full of strange neatness, as if their existence is inevitable.

This Bai Yujing calmly and naturally occupies all the pages of "Weiming" magazine, including poetry, prose, and essays. All categories and every section have Bai Yujing's flag planted.

"What is this? If I remember correctly, Weiming should be the school magazine of Peking University, not someone's personal column, right?" Lu Qianzi said with a grin.

She was still lamenting the coincidence just now, and when she flipped through it, she came across a work by Bai Yujing.

Unexpectedly, the entire magazine was entirely written by Bai Yujing.

Wu Zun snatched the magazine from her hand, put it on the table, stared at it, and scanned down the catalog, his hands shaking more and more as he looked at it.

""Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" became a hit on the Internet, "The Difficult Road to Shu" passed the college entrance examination, and "Climbing High" became a new Chinese extracurricular reading..."

The wizard's eyes wanted to poke holes in the small magazine.

Nearly half of the articles in this magazine had appeared before his eyes at some point in time.

But it wasn't until today that he realized that the authors of these articles were all the same person.

Moreover, it was all condensed into this small magazine in his hand.

"How is this possible?" Wu Zun looked at the magazine in his hand, and the more he read, the more unbelievable he became, "So...were these all written by the same person? Are you sure this magazine was not spliced ​​together?"

Xia Yingji's expression was serious, she held down the magazine and read it for a while, then said:

"I'm sure it's not spliced ​​together, and I know why you just discovered now that these things were written by the same person. One is because the styles of these articles are so different, and the other is because... they were fired separately."

"Yes, "Jin Se" only became popular three years ago. "Deng Gao" seems to be the college entrance examination paper I took five years ago. I also did the reading test," Lu Qianzi said, "and the following short stories are all popular intermittently.

, I didn’t even know these articles existed before the fire.”

Si Chaoliang said: "I know that "The Wine Will Be Entering", "The Road to Shu is Difficult" and "Meng Yin Tianmu Yin Leaving Farewell" were written by the same person. At that time, it was a big hit in the Chinese folk circle, and many people confused it.

But I didn’t know that “Jin Se” and “Ascend the High” were also written by him.”

"Yes, yes, I remembered it," Lu Qianzi patted her head, "These three poems are really popular. Many junior high school students like to write one or two sentences and put them in the space. At first, I thought they were the kind of Jianghu
To be continued...