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Professor Li carefully turned the sheet of Xuan paper over so that Qian Yongchang could see it.

Qian Yongchang leaned closer and saw the characters—densely packed, many of which he didn't recognize. But he recognized the name. In the lower right corner of the Xuan paper were two characters: Chen Mo.

"Chen Mo?"

Qian Yongchang repeated the name, his brow furrowing slightly.

Chen Mo, Chen Mo... This name sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it.

He has to meet too many people every day.

There are too many things to deal with.

A name drifts into your ears and out of your mind; it can't stay.

A young man holding a phone nearby couldn't stand it anymore.

There was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Mr. Qian, that's Chen Mo, the one who got a perfect score on the college entrance exam! The one on Douyin with the 'You can do it with your hands' video! The one that's trending at number one! You don't know him?"

Qian Yongchang's eyes widened suddenly.

A perfect score on the college entrance exam.

Tik Tok.

It's the number one trending topic.

He remembered.

Chen Mo.

The person the entire internet is looking for, the person who has never shown their face.

I've been to his scenic area, and I've been to his pavilion.

I wrote an article that made Professor Li burst into tears in public.

Professor Li,

His voice trembled slightly, and he swallowed hard, as if to confirm that he wasn't dreaming.

"Is that Chen Mo who got a perfect score on the college entrance exam online?"

"It's him."

Professor Li's voice carried a sense of solemnity.

"He came to your scenic area and wrote this poem. This poem is called 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River.' Mr. Qian, I have studied classical Chinese literature all my life and I have never seen a piece of writing like this before."

"From today onward, this poem will spread throughout the country and the world. And its birthplace is right here in your scenic area."

Qian Yongchang's brain felt like it had been hit by something, buzzing loudly.

He stared at the paper, mouth agape, at the words he didn't recognize.

Looking at that name—Chen Mo.

A perfect score on the college entrance exam.

It has 80 million views on Douyin.

It's the number one trending topic on Weibo.

Now, he is in his own scenic area.

I wrote an article that made Professor Li burst into tears in public.

"Professor Li,"

His voice trembled slightly.

"Is this poem... really that good?"

Professor Li looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then answered.

"Unprecedented."

He lowered his head and looked at the sheet of Xuan paper again.

Those words he didn't recognize suddenly became different in his eyes.

They are no longer a bunch of incomprehensible ancient texts, but a key.

One move could pull his scenic area out of the mire of losses.

The key that has entered the national and even global spotlight.

He raised his head and looked at the Luo River outside the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The water shimmered, lotus flowers were in full bloom, and tourists were strolling on the wooden boardwalk in the distance.

Everything looks the same as yesterday.

Same as the day before yesterday.

Just like the past year.

But everything is different now.

Because of this body of water, starting today, there is a poem that belongs to it.

A poem that brought tears to the eyes of an old professor in public.

A poem written by a top scorer in the college entrance examination.

A poem destined to be passed down through generations.

Qian Yongchang took a deep breath.

He turned around.

Facing the crowd that was still watching.

His voice was so loud that it could be heard across the entire lakeshore.

"Dear tourists and fellow villagers! I, Qian Yongchang, the owner of Luoshui Scenic Area, have something to announce today!"

The crowd fell silent; everyone was watching him.

Starting today, the Luoshui Scenic Area is permanently free to enter! There will be no entrance fee whatsoever!

The crowd erupted.

Some people cheered.

Some people applauded.

Some people asked in disbelief, "Is it true?"

Qian Yongchang ignored those voices.

He turned around, looked at the sheet of Xuan paper in Professor Li's hand, at the still-wet ink on the characters, and at the name—Chen Mo.

He thought to himself:

This body of water deserves to be known by more people. That boy was right.

And what he can do, the wonderful chapter you won't want to miss: Chapter 43 What is vision? Let more people see the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River! Full version available, click here. It's about letting more people come to see this water, to read this ode, and to remember this day.

He looked up at the end of the wooden boardwalk. The boy in the white T-shirt had already walked far away, leaving only a small, almost disappearing white dot. Beside him walked a girl in a floral dress, the two of them walking side by side, step by step, into the depths of the lotus flowers, into the sunlight, into the memories of this city.

Qian Yongchang stared in that direction for a very long time.

Then he laughed.

Her eyes were red from laughing.

It exudes the fragrance of ink and light.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves.

The two walked side by side on the road back to the city.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

Su Wanci walked to his right.

Looking down at the tips of his shoes, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

She stole a glance at Chen Mo, then quickly looked away, like a kitten that had stolen some dried fish, feeling both guilty and satisfied.

"You just... really scared me to death."

She finally spoke, her voice still carrying a hint of nervousness.

"That old professor was so fierce, I thought you were going to get a really bad scolding."

Chen Mo had his hands in his pockets and was looking straight ahead.

"Let him curse all he wants, I'll write what I want. He can't hit me anyway."

"I can't outrun him either. He's on crutches, and I'm on two legs. It wouldn't be honorable for me to beat him."

Chen Mo said in a very serious tone.

Su Wanci laughed out loud at his joke, covering her mouth and her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"When did you learn to be so cheeky?"

"It's not just banter, it's tactical analysis."

Chen Mo's expression remained serious.

"The best strategy when facing an opponent who is using crutches is to stand still and let him chase you. If he can't catch up, he will naturally give up."

Su Wanci laughed so hard she bent over.

She laughed for a while before straightening up.

She wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

"You're really...you're driving me crazy! I was so worried, and you were thinking about how to outrun the old professor."

"What are you worried about?"

Chen Mo glanced at her.

"I'm worried you'll embarrass yourself."

Su Wanci said.

"That old professor is obviously not someone to mess with. He speaks so aggressively, and there are so many people watching, and there are cameras filming. If you can't write it down, or if you don't write it well, how embarrassing would that be?"

"So you just stood there clutching the hem of your skirt?"

Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci was stunned for a moment.

"You saw it?"

"You always clutch the hem of your skirt when you're nervous; you've been like this since you were little."

Chen Mo's tone was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"I made those when I was giving a speech in elementary school, I made those when I didn't study for exams in middle school, and in high school—"

"Alright, alright!"

Su Wanci blushed and interrupted him.

"Why are you memorizing all this?"

"When you have nothing to do, remember to have some fun."

Su Wanci glared at him, but there was no harm in her glare.

It looks more like she's being coquettish.

She turned back, continued walking forward, and after a few steps, spoke again.

"But the old professor's behavior later on was really hilarious."

She couldn't help but laugh as she spoke.

"He was so fierce at first, like you owed him money, but then what happened? He even dropped his cane, cried like that, and bowed and apologized—do you think he was scared by you?"

"He might have scared himself."

Chen Mo said.

"I was terrified when I realized I had insulted someone I shouldn't have."

"You're not humble at all."

"Humility can't put food on the table."

Su Wanci was taken aback again, then shook her head with a smile.

"The way you talk now is completely different from before. Before, you would just mumble 'uh-huh' and 'yeah,' answering only one out of every three questions, like a silent blabbermouth. How come you're so talkative now?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Maybe it's because he's been cooped up at home with no one to talk to, so he has a lot to say."

"So I'm your dumping ground?"

"If you insist on saying it that way—"

"Chen Mo!"

Su Wanci raised her hand as if to hit him, but her hand fell in mid-air and she only lightly patted his arm.

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