Pretending to be a Little B
"Who's Hai Zi?"
He Jiong and Huang Lei looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
When the two of them were in their twenties, it was just in time for the revival of Chinese literary works.
At that time, the most admired person was not a singer or celebrity, but a poet with a melancholic temperament.
The two of them had studied poetry and other literary works until now.
But this poem was unheard of.
"Hai Zi? Is that your pen name?"
Hot Bar asked curiously.
She felt that Jiang Yifan had said that on purpose because he was keeping a low profile.
Jiang Yifan shook his head and said helplessly,"You've really misunderstood. This poem really isn't my work."”
The live broadcast room was already in an uproar.
"I just asked Du Niang, but this poem has never appeared before.”
"It doesn't mean that it's Jiang Yifan's work even if it didn't appear. He clearly denied it.”
"Chief Jiang is just keeping a low profile. Have any of you heard of the poet Hai Zi?”
" Ahhh, what a warm poem. Boss Jiang, can you read it again…"
"That's not reading, but chanting. It's uncultured.”
"Haha, this story teaches us the importance of culture. Even chopping firewood can produce a poem.”
" Chief Jiang chops firewood: Facing the sea, flowers bloom in spring; I'm chopping firewood. F * ck, it's so tiring…"
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"Haha, let's not delve into whether it's your work or not. However, Teacher He and I have a small request.”
"What request?"
Jiang Yifan frowned.
He was a person who hated trouble the most.
"That's right. Can you copy this poem down? I heard you recite it just now and felt that it wasn't satisfying enough.”
Huang Lei rubbed his hands and said in embarrassment.
This was not a big problem.
Jiang Yifan was afraid that if these two fellows asked him to 'compose' one or two more poems, he would be in trouble.
Although his head was filled with countless excellent poems, these poems were not his own after all.
Taking without saying a word is called a thief, taking without telling is called stealing!
He had never thought of becoming famous in this world, so why plagiarize other people's works?
"Alright…"
Jiang Yifan agreed.
"Brush and ink, please."
he said in a showy manner.
Seeing that there was something interesting to watch, the hot bar happily returned to the mushroom house and rummaged through the cabinets.
Not long after, she came out with a brush and a piece of white paper.
"Silly sister, why did you bring a brush?”
Huang Lei said helplessly.
Although calligraphy was one of the best cultural heritages in China, in the 21st world, the number of people who could write well with a brush could be counted on one hand.
There was no need to talk about any calligraphy attainments.
Hot Bar pouted.
"But I can't find any other pens?”
Nowadays, almost everyone had a mobile phone. There were indeed not many people who used paper and pen.
"Then I'll go to the old village chief's house to borrow a pen?”
Huang Lei said.
"No need…"
He Jiong waved his hand." My sister has a pen and paper.”
Zhang Zifeng was still a student. He brought his bag to the show, so he naturally had a pen and paper.
"It's okay. It's just that I don't have ink. Otherwise, I can use a brush.”
Jiang Yifan's expression was indifferent, but he was actually pretending.
"You know how to write with a brush? No, you know calligraphy?"
He Jiong sized up Jiang Yifan suspiciously.
"Hehe, I know a little, I know a little."
"Alright…"
He Jiong was overjoyed.
"I'll go look for Mo now." He hurriedly entered the mushroom house.
After a while, he came out with a bottle of ink.
"Fortunately, my sister has calligraphy homework. Otherwise, this thing would really be difficult to find…"
He Jiong was a little glad.
At this moment, Yang Chaoyue and Zhang Zifeng walked into the courtyard hand in hand.
"What are you guys doing?"
The two of them were a little curious and came over.
Huang Lei quickly raised his middle finger to his lips, signaling them to keep quiet.
Jiang Yifan opened the cap of the ink bottle and dipped his brush in ink.
His writing was like the help of God, vigorous and powerful.
"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.”
He wrote the first sentence.
He was still using traditional Chinese.
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Why was he in such a hurry? Because Little Slut Jun was a poor man, he could only rely on his daily life.
Therefore, he knelt down.
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