Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

Lu Tianyu made a surprising statement, which greatly disappointed Zhou Rong.

I thought I would get praise from him, but I didn't expect it to be a merciless rejection.

His face suddenly darkened, "Lu Tian, ​​Feng Huacheng is a well-known poet in China. His readers are all over the country. He is a model for the new generation of literary youth. What qualifications do you have to say that his poetry is not good?"

Hearing Zhou Rong's question, Lu Tian recalled what Zhou's father said to Zhou Rong's daughter after Feng Huacheng's affair in his previous life: "You don't know how much your mother has paid for this person. Your grandma has been unconscious for so many years.

On this person."

It can be seen that the Zhou family's dissatisfaction is inseparable from Feng Huacheng. If Zhou Rong had not gone to Guizhou and not come together with Feng Huacheng, the Zhou family would not have been so dissatisfied.

Once you are reborn, you cannot let tragedy happen again.

And changing these fundamentals is to completely break the perfect idol Feng Huacheng in Zhou Rong's heart. Since Zhou Rong asked about herself, she should have a good talk with her.

Thinking of this, Lu Tian said:

"Zhou Rong, you asked me what I thought of this poem, and I didn't take the initiative to ask. If you don't like to hear it, I will take back what I just said.

This poem is so well written, it is a thousand or ten thousand times better than Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Dongpo, so that’s enough.”

"You..." Lu Tian's words made Zhou Rong speechless for a moment. She didn't know how to respond and faltered.

Seeing this, Zhou Bingyi hurriedly said:

"Zhou Rong, this is your fault.

You ask me first how I like this poem, and I say it is good. What do you say? You say I am perfunctory.

Then I asked Lu Tian. Lu Tian bluntly said that it was not good, and you said that he was not qualified.

What on earth are you thinking about?"

"I...I, I just think that Feng Huacheng is a famous poet in China, and we can't belittle other people's works for no reason."

Of course Zhou Rong couldn't say that she had been exchanging letters with Feng Huacheng for a year, and she secretly promised to love the house as much as she loved the house. Naturally, she didn't want to hear anything that disparaged his works.

"Sister, I don't think that poem is very good either. I went round and round and couldn't hear what the content was. But you recited it well and it was really emotional, as if you had written this poem."

Zhou Bingkun said with a grin.

"Bingkun, you don't need to please me, I don't have the ability to write such a good poem.

Lu Tian, ​​since you think this poem is not good, then you can tell me why this poem is not good, and I will be convinced. Otherwise, it will be a disgrace to others."

Hearing the thorn in Zhou Rong's words, Lu Tian thought to himself, "Don't think I can't write poetry, but I am definitely good at writing negative reviews. You have found the right person this time."

Then he said: "Zhou Rong, the theme of this poem is "Ode to Chrysanthemums". Logically speaking, it should praise chrysanthemums.

But the article is wrong, and it is impossible to read that it says chrysanthemum. There is no difference if it is replaced by plum blossom, osmanthus, or rose.

Moreover, the whole poem is full of accumulation of words, over-exaggeration, flashy and empty.”

As soon as Lu Tian finished speaking, Zhou Bingkun echoed: "Yes, yes, you are absolutely right, that's how I feel."

"You are everywhere, shut up."

Originally, Lu Tian's sharp comments made Zhou Rong a little upset, and when she heard Zhou Bingkun echoing from the side, Zhou Rong finally couldn't restrain the anger in her heart and angrily scolded her younger brother.

"Sister, what's wrong with you today? Normally, except for the fact that Mom would be unhappy if you and Cai Xiaoguang were to date each other, you are gentle and quiet. Isn't it just because of a poem that you lost such a temper?"

"Zhou Rong, are you feeling unwell today? If you are not feeling well, drink more hot water." Hao Dongmei, who was sitting opposite, thought that Zhou Rong was having her menstrual period and was so upset, so she asked with concern.

Zhou Rong suddenly found that she had become the target of a group of attacks.

Thinking about it, I am indeed a little out of sorts, and I can’t blame others.

However, Feng Huacheng's works must not be slandered like this.

Thinking of this, he tried to calm down his somewhat excited emotions and whispered softly:

"Lu Tian, ​​you have your own thoughts on this poem, that's great.

Since you said that this poem is wrong and cannot read the charm of chrysanthemums, I would like to have a look at your writing style and see what kind of image the chrysanthemums in your writing look like.

How about it? Can you do it?"

Zhou Rong's words made Lu Tian's heart tighten, "Grandma is such a bear, Zhou Rong wants to test herself."

However, Zhou Rong really hit on Lu Tian's weakness. He really couldn't write poems and had never even heard of a few.

After all, the cultural environment now after rebirth is very different from the cultural environment more than fifty years later before rebirth.

At present, poets have the highest status among literary authors and the largest readership.

More than fifty years later, the poet was even ridiculed as a "wet person" and became the target of ridicule.

Now, if you write a love poem to your loved one, you will feel that you are talented;

And fifty years later, writing a love poem to woo someone will make people feel like they have water in their heads.

Therefore, Lu Tian knew nothing about poetry, especially modern poetry. It was impossible to fool Zhou Rong with ancient poems. If he knew the ancient poems, Zhou Rong would definitely have read them, so he could not fool her.

But if you give in, you will be ridiculed by Zhou Rong, and you may even become a clown under Feng Huacheng's tall image because of this incident. Zhou Rong's admiration for Feng Huacheng may be a little more.

In this case, instead of lowering Feng Huacheng's status in Zhou Rong's heart, it may have made him more determined to be with Feng Huacheng.

How to do this?

Seeing that Lu Tian remained silent, Zhou Rong's smile returned to her face, like a proud peacock, she raised her head,

“Putting water chestnuts in a cloth bag—it’s your mouth but your origins.

I can only say bad things about others, but I can’t do it when it’s my turn. Let me just say, Feng Huacheng’s poetry cannot be slandered by ordinary people.”

Zhou Rong's words made Lu Tian's heart move.

It wasn't because there was a hint of contempt in her words, it was because she mentioned "poetry".

I am not good at poetry and have never memorized it.

But the song is different.

Before his rebirth, Lu Tian was a Maiba. He couldn't remember the poems, but he remembered the lyrics very clearly.

A bold idea came to his mind,

If the lyrics of people like Fang Wenshan and Lin Xi were used as poems, they would definitely not be worse than Feng Huacheng's.

Thinking of this, Lu Tian raised his head and said, "Zhou Rong, give me that pen and a piece of letter paper."

"do what?"

"Didn't you ask me if I could write a poem with chrysanthemums as the theme?

I can!"

"Can you?" Zhou Rong looked at Lu Tian doubtfully.

"Yes, I can!" Lu Tian said firmly.

"Okay, I'll get it for you now, you wait." Zhou Rong got off the ground and went to the back room to get some paper and pen.

Seeing this, Zheng Juan pulled Lu Tian's arm and said softly: "Brother Tian, ​​are you okay? If not, don't try to force yourself on you."

Lu Tian shook Zheng Juan's hand and said, "Juanzi, don't worry."

At this time, Zhou Rong walked out of the back room with a pen and a pile of letter paper, handed it to Lu Tian and said, "Here you go."

"Okay, I'll write now." After saying that, Lu Tian took the pen and paper and sat down at the kang table.