Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

Lin Siyan wore a cream-colored turtleneck sweater with fluffy and soft yarn.

He wore a navy blue polyester jacket over his clothes, and a bright red scarf was loosely wrapped around his neck.

To be honest, Lu Zifeng was really struck by how amazing it was.

"May I ask who you are?" Lin Siyan asked, standing three meters away from Lu Zifeng.

"Hello, Comrade Lin Siyan, I am Lu Zifeng. My pen name is 'Kite'. A few days ago, I sent you a short poem praising the border guards, and you used it." Lu Zifeng stood ramrod straight, giving the impression that he had served in the military.

"Oh, it's you!" Lin Siyan's attitude quickly softened.

Lu Zifeng pretended to be hesitant and took out a piece of homework paper from his pocket, saying, "I have written another poem here. Please correct me, Comrade Siyan."

"Really? Let me see."

The literary craze of that era was still fervent, and Lin Siyan herself was a literary youth.

The attitude towards Lu Zifeng, who already had a "proposed" performance record, was acceptable.

Unfolding the workbook, Lin Siyan went from skimming to carefully reading, her gentle expression gradually disappearing and replaced by a serious one.

That year, you were as young as I was.

So young, like a naive, youthful song.

But in order to create that new world of dreams

You turn around and hurriedly walk into the wind and rain.

I see millions of lovely you.

Without looking back, they rushed into the depths of the smoke and fire.

How many youthful figures disappeared into the night?

In exchange for the dawn

……

I look up at the starry sky you once saw

The earth beneath our feet has changed time and space.

The crimson you left swaying in the wind

In my heart.

"Is this a modern poem commemorating revolutionary martyrs?" Lin Siyan carefully folded the exercise paper, her gaze towards Lu Zifeng becoming complicated.

There was admiration, appreciation, and also incomprehension.

More importantly, this little poem touched her heart.

Thinking of her grandfather, who had fought in the War of Resistance against Japan and the Korean War, lying in his hospital bed, she almost burst into tears.

There's no way around it; these are lyrics written by the national team from later generations.

"Have you... served in the military?" Lin Siyan asked.

"No. I respect soldiers and I deeply admire the revolutionary martyrs who sacrificed themselves for the motherland. They fought the battles of three generations to achieve the peace we enjoy today."

Lin Siyan nodded slightly: "Your poems are different from others. Many young people today consider 'not understanding' a kind of aesthetic experience, but your poems, while beautifully written, have a clear direction. I admire your work, but whether it will be used in the end depends on the editor's opinion."

This is a concluding statement, signifying the end of this conversation.

However, Lu Zifeng's true purpose has not yet been revealed.

"Comrade Siyan, would it be convenient for me to treat you to a simple meal?" Lu Zifeng said.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do."

"Um, there are some background things about the creation process that I'd like to talk to you about."

"you say."

"The reason I wrote this short poem to commemorate revolutionary martyrs is because I despise the actions of some current business leaders. If the martyrs knew that the new world they sacrificed their blood for was being eaten away by these parasites, how could they rest easy?"

Lin Siyan was about to leave, but upon hearing Lu Zifeng's words, she slowly withdrew her foot that had just moved away.

"There are many such things happening now, and I hate it too, but I can't control it."

"Isn't your newspaper responsible for condemning this kind of phenomenon?"

Do you have any evidence?

"Yes." Lu Zifeng patted the canvas bag slung at his waist.

Lin Siyan paused for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, I really have something to do right now. How about this, I'll introduce you to a colleague from the journalism department tomorrow, and you can talk to him."

"OK."

Lu Zifeng knew that the newspaper was very rigorous in this regard.

If the evidence is insufficient or even false, legal action will be taken, and it could even become a serious political incident.

They are cautious, which is fine.

Lin Siyan wasn't making excuses; she really did have something to do.

Her father was away on a business trip these past few days, and her mother got off work later than her, so the responsibility of delivering meals to her grandfather who was hospitalized fell on her shoulders.

The chicken soup was simmered at noon.

Lin Siyan gently blew on the spoon before bringing it to Lin Zheng's lips.

"Grandpa, how old were you when you joined the army?"

"Nineteen years old." Lin Zheng blurted out without thinking.

Lin Siyan smiled gently: "That year, you were as young as I was."

"Yes." Lin Zheng slowly turned his head, staring at the ceiling, lost in memories.

He seemed to see millions of people like him rushing into the depths of the smoke and fire.

"So young, like a naive song."

Lin Zheng turned around: "Are you reciting poetry?"

Lin Zheng doesn't understand modern poetry and has absolutely no interest in those vague and ambiguous words.

But he knew that speaking in a disjointed manner, breaking a sentence into two parts, was probably what was called modern poetry.

Lin Siyan took out the notebook paper from her pocket: "This is a manuscript submitted by a young poet."

Lin Zheng took the paper and read it carefully.

Then, I watched it again.

Finally, he placed the notebook on his chest and murmured, "So, someone still remembers."

Lin Siyan fed a small piece of chicken to Lin Zheng and said, "The whole nation remembers. He just wrote it down in more elegant language."

He said he couldn't stand the corruption of some business leaders and wanted to use this poem to awaken people with conscience. The new world that our martyrs bought with their blood will not be eaten up by those parasites.

"Heh," Lin Zheng chuckled helplessly.

He also disapproved of it, but those who know, know.

"He also wanted to use the power of our newspaper to denounce those corrupt officials."

"Condemn? Does he have any real evidence?" Lin Zheng asked dismissively.

"He said yes, and as he said that, he patted the canvas bag he was carrying."

Lin Zheng frowned slightly, then suddenly looked at Lin Siyan: "Girl, you've fallen for his trick."

Lin Siyan was stunned.

"He's probably not just some artsy young man."

"What do you mean, Grandpa?"

With Lin Siyan's help, Lin Zheng sat up straighter:

"Think about it, if he has evidence, why doesn't he report it directly to the relevant departments? He must think that the evidence is not sufficient and will not be taken seriously by the relevant departments, or he is worried that someone will cover for him. So he uses some superficial evidence to guide reporters, using reporters to investigate and verify more information, and making the matter bigger. After the incident has become a hot topic, the relevant departments will have no choice but to take it seriously."

Lin Siyan still didn't quite understand: "But his poems also have to be reviewed by the editor-in-chief. If it's good, it's good; if it's not, it's not. Why would I fall for his tricks?"

Lin Zheng picked up the page of the composition paper again and gently shook his head: "Without this poem, could you have seen him?"

Lin Siyan's hand suddenly froze.

Right, if a stranger said these things to her, she wouldn't pay any attention to them, much less introduce them to any colleagues from the journalism department.

This person is so cunning, he doesn't seem like an artsy youth at all.

"Should I introduce him to my colleagues from the journalism department?"