Chapter 101 Ancient People and Modern People
Everyone then returned home.
Open the door, go in, and clean up after yourself.
Wen Rensheng went to the study alone. The first thing he did was to look for those mysterious books in which he had annotated poems in his memory.
After some searching, I found that the problem was not serious and I only wrote a few poems.
So he felt relieved and went back to take a bath and rest.
Halfway through his sleep, the door seemed to ring, and then he vaguely heard a voice, nonsense words like "fish" and "water"...
It must have been hallucination.
He thought hazily and continued to dream.
Early the next morning, Sunday.
The sky was clear, the clouds were white, the birds were chirping, and there was a gentle breeze.
After Wenren got up, he felt exhausted all over. For some reason, he didn’t expect that parties would also consume a lot of energy.
However, exercise must continue as usual, especially the training of Hawkeye, which cannot be stopped every day.
According to the opinions of those senior experts, training eagle eyes and developing the habit of stargazing in the morning is a simple and convenient method.
First, practice to the extreme with the naked eye. Being able to see the stars in broad daylight means that you have achieved full skill proficiency. The rest is to look for opportunities for sublimation.
Of course, getting up early to look at the stars does not mean watching the sunrise. Looking at the sun can hurt your eyes.
After cleaning up as usual, he came to the front yard and looked up at the sky.
Originally the best place was the balcony, but someone occupied it and it was inconvenient to go there.
Not long after, a long female voice came from the balcony.
“There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun.”
Zhao Han was standing on the balcony reciting, shaking his head, as if he was comprehending something.
Just the next sentence left Wen Rensheng speechless.
"The Kun is so big that it can't be stewed in one pot..." accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva.
"Transformed into a bird...Transformed into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng is so big that it requires two barbecue grills..."
Wen Rensheng silently used the power of the alien species, Plug your ears and continue to train your eyes.
After a while, he seemed to wake up, and then he lowered his head and turned on his phone... to check Zhao Han's circle of friends.
As expected, she posted "Xiaoyaoyou" in her circle of friends, and many people have already commented on it.
Most of the people were amazed, among them there was a Divine Commentary that she had just recited...
The commentator's nickname of the Divine Commentary - "holding a hot pot and looking at the stars".
Well, birds of a feather flock together.
When the time reached 7 o'clock, Wu Shanshan called him to eat.
In the restaurant, everyone gathered around the round table, preparing to have breakfast.
Wen Rensheng looked around and found that someone was missing. Wu Liansong, who had been staying at his house, was not here today. He had obviously come back together yesterday.
"Old Wu, aren't you here?" he asked.
"Leaved in the middle of the night." Wu Shanshan said without looking up.
"Oh," Wen Rensheng nodded first, then was surprised, "Why do you know so well?"
"He sent me a message and said he was going on a long business trip." Wu Shanshan said matter-of-factly.
“That’s it.” Wen Rensheng thought thoughtfully, Lao Zhao moved quickly enough.
Just this time, how is the other party going to plan?
The opponent is a mysterious master. The gap in strength cannot be made up by strategy.
"Eat, eat." Wen Rende gave Wen Rensheng some food, which earned Ouyang Ling a very pleased look.
Wen Rensheng no longer thinks wildly, things will eventually become clear.
He ate a piece of fried lotus root slices. They were crispy and flavorful, just like life. The more he chewed, the more he could feel the taste. After dinner, Wen Rensheng went to the study to read.
Within half an hour, the door was pushed open.
"Why is it you?" Wen Rensheng did not open his eyes or get up from the sofa, but his tone was a little surprised.
"Why can't it be me?" Wen Rende walked in generously and sat directly opposite him.
"What's the matter?"
"Which one? Son, do you have any other poems? I understand you very well. After all, compared to your alien cultivation, poems, songs and poems are all Xiaodao. Although you are extremely talented, you have never been interested in it," Wen Rende said confidently, "But this is too wasteful. You can actually leave it to me to develop it."
Wen Rende. Sheng did not refuse directly, but asked instead: "Let you carry it forward? You don't even know how to express yourself in parallel and rhyme, so how can you carry it forward?"
"Do you think it's enough to copy two songs and get superficial praise from laymen? As long as you meet an expert in this field, your secret will be revealed immediately. No matter how high you stood before, how hard you fell will be."
"Look what you said, I can learn it. The ancients could learn it, but there is no reason why people today can't learn it." Wen Rende said plausibly.
“Why didn’t you learn before and only copied other people’s work?” Wen Rensheng continued to ask.
“I wasn’t in the mood before, too lazy to learn...” Wen Rende said angrily, “Besides, I feel like I’m dreaming every day, and I can’t remember what I learned.”
“I understand. But even if you can regain the alien species, it is useless to learn this. The so-called various realms and various understandings of human beings have long been clearly written in various modern scientific theories. The key is whether you can realize it. , can it be used in practice? Looking at the vernacular, modern poetry is so simple." Wen Rensheng shook his head.
"Why is it useless? Many old guys just do this." Wen Rende said casually.
Wen Rensheng opened his eyes and looked at Wen Rende. He suddenly asked:
“Is this what you predicted?”
“What prediction? ?" Wen Rende looked confused, then said plausibly
"What I said is just the truth. Those masters, even the masters, were at least a hundred years ago. How could they like simple and easy-to-understand modern poetry? ?”
"They are talking about style and accumulation, the kind of artistic conception that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. They like things that coincide with the mysterious charm..."
Wen Rensheng was thoughtful, and then stretched out his hand.
Wen Rende was surprised: "What do you want?"
"Bring me a pen and paper."
"Okay, I know son, you are still facing daddy ," Wen Rende said excitedly, and hurriedly went to the desk to get pen and paper, "It's really not in vain..."
"What happened to you back then?" Wen Rensheng's heart moved.
“I mean, it was not in vain that your mother and I insisted on giving birth to you. You don’t know that many people advised me not to have a child so early and to concentrate on becoming an expert first... "Wen Rende handed him the rice paper and pen and rambled.
“Oh, you go back first, I’ll finish it for you.” Wen Rensheng took the pen and paper and waved.
"Okay, I'll go back and start right now. Let's start with the basics of ancient poetry. The contrast between oblique and oblique words will definitely not be a problem for me." Wen Rende said with great interest.
“I hope so.” Wen Rensheng shook his head slightly.
So Wen Rende turned around and left the study.
After he left, Wen Rensheng put the pen and paper on the coffee table next to the sofa and took out his mobile phone first.
Not long after, he began to write down the poems and songs in his memory on rice paper with beautiful and neat regular script, which no longer exist in this world after checking for plagiarism.
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Tianxing Club.
R&D Center Manager's Office.
A young woman with long black hair, a light body, a lonely face, and an otherworldly young woman is chanting softly:
"If you take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, you can control the debate between the six qi. , How can he be treated badly by someone who has traveled endlessly? Therefore, it is said: The perfect person has no self, the god has no merit, the saint has no name..."
After thinking about it for a while, the woman murmured to herself:
"So when you were still a worm, did you have the ambition of Kunpeng? You are indeed the man I chose."
"But are you warning me? Even if you can swim infinitely, you still have to be restricted by this world and tell me not to do whatever I want?"
After a while, her emanations began to move without the wind. Braid into two braids.
"Wait, let me recite it again, no, three times."
The half-braided braid shook for a while, and finally stopped.
"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The back of the Peng, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is... ”
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