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Chapter 41 What! The poetry master recited my poem?

"Of course not, but that was a long time ago. Mr. Hua Junwu wrote an article for Children's Literature at the time, and he drew the illustrations himself. His illustrations were paid more than the text."

That’s right. After all, he is Mr. Hua, one of the three great masters in the Chinese comics industry.

He wrote the scripts for "The Proud General" and "Golden Dream" produced by Shanghai Animation Film Studio.

In addition, Zhang Yimou was specially recruited into Beijing Film Academy as an exception, and Mr. Hua also played a major role in this.

Lu Xiaoyan asked curiously, "Why, do you want to draw the illustrations yourself?"

Wei Ming waved his hand: "I was thinking of a classmate of mine who draws better than me."

Wei Ming can actually draw, but as a third-level artist who only started late, it is more difficult for him to draw, while his classmate has been practicing since childhood.

Since he could bring his own illustrations, he made a note of it. Instead of letting outside painters get a bargain, it would be better to let his friends get it, and it would also be more to his liking.

After dinner, Wei Ming did not stay long and went back to Peking University carrying a big bag.

He entered from the west gate, and the security guard standing guard there greeted him warmly.

"Brother Ming, you are finally back!"

"Haha, come to the dormitory and play later."

He walked through the campus and came to the South Gate. Some people who passed by would turn around and look at him, not quite sure if he was the Wei Gate God who could compose a poem in seven steps.

His story had spread throughout the school. Even those who had no interest in modern poetry or literature had heard of it. There were even many people outside Peking University who were interested in him.

When we arrived at the South Gate, Mei Wenhua was on duty. He was wiping the windows with a wet cloth, and there was a group of people outside the gate.

He said to the Tsinghua girls outside, "Wei Ming hasn't come back yet, you guys should go back. Besides, the poems I write are not bad, not worse than Wei Ming's. You can discuss them after I finish my work."

Hearing this, several Tsinghua girls covered their mouths with their hands and laughed uncontrollably, then turned and left. Don’t think we don’t know you, melancholy handsome man.

Wei Ming didn't show up because he saw clearly that none of the girls were particularly pretty. As soon as they left, he slapped Lao Mei from behind.

"Plum culture!"

"Oh shit! You're back? When did you come back?"

Wei Ming: "I came back when I was 'no worse than Wei Ming'."

Mei Wenhua shamelessly said: "That's because you didn't hear what I said before. I said that cleaning windows is a science. I'm very good at it, no worse than Wei Ming."

The other two seniors at the gate held their stomachs and laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs.

"Then wipe it carefully." Wei Ming entered the gate, said hello and went to the basement.

Zhao Debiao was the only one in the dormitory now. Brother Feng had gone to see his sister-in-law again. He felt very lonely. At this time, he thought of Duan Yu, Duan Zhengchun, and Yun Zhonghe, so he extended his evil little hand downwards.

He was just getting into the swing when he heard the door being pushed open with great force. A loud "bang!" frightened him so much that he trembled with fear.

"Hey, Brother Ming, you're back?" Biaozi stretched out a hand to greet him.

Wei Ming was surprised: "It's only a few hours now, why are you lying down so early?"

"Oh, I'm on night shift." Biaozi lied with a red face.

"Oh, I see." Wei Ming shrugged his nose and put his luggage on the bed. "I'm going to go to the toilet. We can talk later."

"Oh, okay, okay." Zhao Debiao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got up to pack up.

Wei Ming felt that it was about time, so he strolled back and took out the gifts he had brought for his roommates.

"This is sulfur soap produced in the Magic City. Throw it into the basin."

"Okay, I'll go try it," Biaozi said, carrying the basin to the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later and said, "It works really well. It washes really well. How much is this, Brother Ming?"

"It's just a few cents. Don't talk to me about this. Do I need that now?"

"Brother Ming, this is you!" Biaozi gave a thumbs up.

At this time, Wei Ming was looking at the wall. There was a school magazine on the wall. One of the articles was "Beijing Guardian, Criminal Nemesis - Wei Ming" drafted by Uncle Ping An himself. Hey, it was really well written. Wei Ming felt embarrassed after reading it.

Biaozi said proudly: "This is my suggestion."

"Too exaggerated," Wei Ming criticized, "I'll expose it later and take it home to show my parents."

"No, I have more here," Zhao Debiao took out a thick stack of school magazines from that day, "You can give them to anyone when the time comes, we have plenty!" Wei Ming was completely convinced: "Where did you get these?"

"You don't know, since the Yuyuantan poetry recital that day, many college students in Beijing, especially female college students, have come to you to make friends. There are students from Tsinghua University, Normal University, Foreign Affairs College, and even the Conservatory of Music. But you were not there, so I thought of the photo of you when you joined the school magazine. If anyone comes, I will give a copy to them so that they don't make a wasted trip."

Now with this combination of poet + hero + handsome guy, I'm afraid the female college students will be addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves. Biaozi, you have done a lot of harm to others.

But what is the "Yuyuantan Poetry Reading" about?
“Hahaha, this, hahaha!” Biaozi almost fell over laughing. “It’s a pity that I wasn’t there at the time. I only heard it from other college students.”

"What's going on? Tell me what's going on."

Zhao Debiao calmed down and began to tell the story of that day.

"Mei Wenhua also attended the poetry recitation that day. He was going to recite your poem 'Ideal' in front of everyone, but he only recited four lines and then forgot the words."

"Oh, if you want to show off, you must be fully prepared." Do you know how many times I have recited this song "Ideal" in my previous life?

"That's right," Biaozi laughed. "Mei Wenhua even took out a cheat sheet from his pocket, and the people in the audience started to boo him to leave the stage. At that moment, it is said that a 1.9-meter-tall, handsome film school talent came on stage and recited the poem from the beginning. He recited the entire poem with great emotion and won applause from the audience. Your poem then spread throughout all the universities in Beijing."

Height of 1.9 meters? A talented student in the film school? And he loves to recite poetry?!
Wei Ming asked: "Do you know the name of this Beijing Film Academy talent?"

"I'm not sure, I think his name is Kai."

"Kay?"

"Yes," Zhao Debiao said, "It should be called Kai. Mei Wenhua came back and said that he heard someone calling that guy Brother Kai."

There is no doubt about it, he is really a master of reciting poetry!

This person truly loves poetry and is very close to Bei Dao, Mang Ke and other members of the Today School. Not only does he often participate in their poetry activities, he also wrote novels for Today under a pseudonym.

However, Wei Ming wanted to correct something. The guy was indeed tall, but at most 1.85 meters, definitely not 1.9 meters. He had seen the real person in his previous life. At that time, the poet was full of vigor and vitality, while he stood in the corner like a minion.

"That's not all. Later, Mei Wenhua went on stage to recite his poem 'The Sun is Shining', and was booed off the stage. His nickname of 'melancholy handsome man' spread." Zhao Debiao clapped his legs and laughed again.

"Zhao Debiao, you bastard, are you trying to frame me again?" The door was pushed open again, and Mei Wenhua pounced on Zhao Debiao viciously.

One minute later.

"Brother Biao, I was wrong. Brother Biao, I won't dare to do it again. Brother Biao, be gentle, ah..."

Although Biaozi's legs are a little weak now, he has ten years of experience after all, so he can still control Xiaomei with ease.

When Biaozi let Mei Wenhua go, Wei Ming also threw him a piece of sulfur soap, and everyone in the dormitory got one.

Mei Wenhua couldn't help being delighted, as he was a very clean person.

About half an hour later, Brother Feng also came back, and he seemed to be in a very good mood. Wei Ming felt that he seemed a little weak. Is there no one in his sister-in-law's dormitory today?

"Hey, Xiao Ming is back. You've worked hard," Brother Feng asked excitedly after the greetings. "By the way, where are the things?"

Wei Ming rummaged through his bag. In addition to the free sulfur soap, Wei Ming also brought a bottle of Friendship Cream for Brother Feng. He said that his wife's colleague used this, and it was said to be produced in Shanghai. After using it, her face became very smooth, so she asked Wei Ming to bring a bottle.

The smooth white porcelain bottle is matched with a fruit green iron lid. There is a small arched groove in the center of the bottle with a gold-plated trademark on it. Brother Feng couldn't put it down and played with it for a while before opening it and smelling it: "It smells really good!"

It's expensive, four dollars and fifty cents a bottle, which is considered a luxury these days.

Qiao Feng put it away solemnly, and then asked Wei Ming: "Are you going to work tomorrow? Do you want to take a break?"

"No, after all, I've already taken so many days off."

"Your work during those days was normal, so it doesn't count as leave," Qiao Feng took a sip of water, "but we have to support the National Games these days, so we are indeed short of manpower. So you should go to the patrol team tomorrow."

"Brother Feng, I want to join the patrol team, too!" Mei Wenhua said hurriedly. He has almost become a joke at the gate. Sometimes he even wants to stand guard with his face covered.

They both wanted to go, but Zhao Debiao refused to go: "Then I want to go too!"

"If you two hadn't told me earlier, there's no way to arrange it now. Let's talk about it later," Qiao Feng opened the drawer. "By the way, Xiao Ming has a letter for you."

"letter?"

"Yes, they were sent from my hometown. They were all from your father. One came the day you left, and another one yesterday."

Wei Ming took it quickly. He put the little reader's letter aside for a moment and looked at what his father had to say first...

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