Chapter 164 The scumbag
is actually here.
One poem exchanged for two bowls of noodles!
How generous.
"Fang Minghua?" Li Li asked in a low voice when she saw his expression was different.
"This is written by Zha Haisheng. You see, although his last signature was erased with a pen, you can still see the word Haizi clearly."
Li Li took it over and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, she could vaguely see the signature. .
“Comrade, the poet just sold you this poem for two bowls of noodles. Can I buy it for two bowls of noodles?” Fang Minghua said to the boss.
The boss was very happy after hearing this.
“Take it, you are the editor of the magazine and publish it, it is just a waste to leave it to me, I don’t want the money, lest I say that the people of our capital are stingy!”
But in the end, Fang Minghua insisted on paying for two more bowls of noodles, and after finishing the meal, he left the noodle shop with this poem.
"Fang Minghua, do you want to find Haizi now?" Li Li asked.
“Yes, go find him!”
The two of them turned back to the University of Political Science and Law and went straight to the faculty dormitory.
There seems to be someone inside this time.
Fang Minghua was just about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a girl's silver bell-like laughter coming from inside:
"Teacher, where did you say you wrote the poem for me?"
"Write it. Come on, listen.”
Then Haizi’s non-standard Mandarin voice came:
“Your Hand”
North
Take your hand
Hand
Take off your gloves
They are just two little lights
My shoulders
are two old houses
hold so much
even hold the night
your hands
On top of him
Illuminate them
……
…….
“Teacher, the writing is really good, is it for me? ?”
"Of course"
......
......
The two are in love.
It seems a little unlucky to come here?
Fang Minghua and Li Li looked at each other.
However, Fang Minghua still knocked on the door shamelessly. It was not easy to come.
The sound of a chair accidentally being knocked over came from inside. After a while, Haizi asked:
"Who is it?"
"Hello, I It’s Fang Minghua, the editor-in-chief of the poetry section of Yanhe magazine, who wants to talk to you about poetry.”
The door opened quickly, and it was a thin young man with a beard who opened the door
Haizi.
There is a girl standing inside.
Fang Minghua took out his work permit and handed it to the other party. Haizi looked at it and immediately became enthusiastic.
"Editor Fang, please come in."
Fang Minghua entered the house and saw for the first time the girl named "B" in Haizi's poems, Wang Bowan.
Round face, very cute.
Wang Bowan blushed a little and told Haizi that she was going back to the dormitory now. Then she greeted Fang Minghua and the others with a shy smile and hurriedly left the room.
Haizi seemed a little embarrassed and quickly explained that that was his student who was lecturing her poetry just now.
It’s hard to hide the obvious.
Fang Minghua naturally couldn't point it out, so he introduced Li Li: "She is a graduate student at Yan University and a member of the May Fourth Literary Society. We just found Xichuan."
After he finished speaking, he took out the book from his pocket. A piece of crumpled paper was handed to the other party, "Haizi, did you write this?"
Haizi was surprised when he saw it: "Why is it in your hand?"
"What a coincidence. , I also went to the noodle shop near the south gate of the University of Political Science and Law just now." Fang Minghua briefly explained what happened.
Haizi also laughed after hearing this, what a coincidence.
"Haizi, I plan to publish this poem in the next issue of Yanhe Magazine's poetry column." Fang Minghua stated his plan again. "Do you have any poems that have not been published?"
"There is one more."
Haizi took out another poem from the desk drawer.
Fang Minghua took it over and took a look:
Oh dear, it's "Asian Copper"!
Asian Copper, Asian Copper
My grandfather died here, my father died here, and I will die here too
You are the only place to bury people
>
Asian Copper, Asian Copper
After beating the drums, we call the heart dancing in the dark the moon
This moon is mainly made of you.
“I want this song too!” Fang Minghua took it into his arms without hesitation .
It was a good harvest today.
After the matter was done, Fang Minghua said goodbye and left. On the way back, Li Li, who had been silent just now, suddenly spoke.
"Fang Minghua, I just heard that girl called Teacher Haizi?"
"Yes, she should be Haizi's student."
"Teacher-student love?!"
" That’s right?”
“I have a roommate in the same dormitory who studied at Yan Normal University.” Li Li told the story.
“While we were chatting, she said that there was a male teacher at Yan Normal University who was engaged in the study of folk poetry. His surname was Shen. He was weak, pale, and shabbily dressed. However, he had won widespread respect and the favor of female students by collecting folk songs that he traveled across mountains and rivers. ”
“Later , the most beautiful girl in the class he taught married him after graduation, and now the couple is very loving and walks in the Jiuxiao Garden of Yan Normal University every morning and afternoon. "
"You said, Haizi and. Can her teacher-student relationship come true?" Li Li asked.
Into?
There are several girls behind me.
It seems that in Haizi's poems, the abbreviation is followed by "P", "A", "S", "H"... girl.
For this reason, Haizi also wrote a poem "Four Sisters". Generally speaking, it refers to the four women that Haizi cares about most in his life - Bo Wan, Annie, Shifen and Bai Peipei.
Actually, in a sense, Haizi is an out-and-out scumbag.
However, Fang Minghua did not say these words.
He thought for a while and said: "I don't know, but we don't need to care about this. We just need to like the poems he wrote, don't you think so?"
The girl nodded.
"But, Li Li, you'd better not find someone like Haizi." Fang Minghua said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"I know that the more talented a man is, the less likely he is to be single-minded in his relationship because there are too many temptations, right, Fang Minghua?"
Li Li looked at him after finishing speaking.
Why are you looking at me?
After leaving the University of Political Science and Law and the two separated, Fang Minghua took the car back to the General Political Courtyard.
When he got home, Song Tangtang and his grandfather also came back, and Fang Minghua told the girl what happened today.
Grandma, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper with her reading glasses on, heard that Fang Minghua had seen several student poets, and she immediately became interested.
"Minghua, can you show me some poems?"
"Grandma, look." Fang Minghua hurriedly handed her four poems.
She was a talented girl from Jinling Girls' School back then!
Grandma looked at it carefully for a while, raised her head and said: "Minghua, these poems are very good. They are different from Ai Qing's generation, and different from the hazy poems written by Bei Dao and Gu Cheng now. , especially this young man named Haizi, is a bit like Holderlin’s style.”
“You are talking about the famous German poet, the pioneer of classical romantic poetry, Friedrich Holderlin. ?" Fang Minghua asked.
“Yes, it’s him. Songs like "Ode to Freedom", "Ode to Humanity" and "Die for the Motherland" are all his masterpieces. From these two poems by Haizi, I can see the shadow of Holderlin. . ”
“Minghua, you have good taste and you seem to be a qualified editor.” Grandma finally said with a smile.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Song Tangtang sat aside and said nothing. Although she also liked literature and poetry very much, she also knew in her heart that compared with her grandma and her boyfriend, her literary accomplishments were still relatively inferior.
But it doesn’t matter.
Praising Minghua makes me feel happy.
“Grandma, I plan to do a column on college students’ poetry for several consecutive issues, focusing on publishing excellent poems written by a group of students. When I have time, I plan to visit other universities.”
Fang Minghua expressed his thoughts.
Since you have become the deputy editor and responsible for poetry, you must have some buzz, right?
After that, he said to Song Tangtang: "I will seize the time to revise my novel, then call President Huang and Editor Zhang to share my thoughts, and then go to Tsinghua University and Yantai Normal University. You can go there then. Not going?”
“I’ll go if I have nothing to do.” Song Tangtang said, “But today, my grandpa and I went to the School of Political Science to meet a friend of my brother’s who also likes literature. I want to meet you. "
"Who? What's your name?"
"His name is Wang Shuo."
(End of Chapter)