art master

Chapter 84
Yang Jingming paced in the study with his hands behind his back, taking a few steps to glance at the "Holy Huai School Magazine" on the desk.

The more he read it, the more he liked it. Mu Bai was on the front page of "Shenghuai School Journal" again, and it was Hao Wenzhong, the head of the Department of Ancient Literature of Shenghuai, who personally wrote the preface for Mu Bai!

The last "Quiet Night Thoughts" can't explain anything, after all, there are not a few poets who have a good idea to write a good poem.

But this time "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" is tantamount to Mu Bai's steady performance, which will definitely allow Mu Bai to gain a foothold in the poetry world.

Thinking of this, Yang Jingming couldn't help but sighed, talent is something that can't be accepted, Mu Bai didn't know much poetry since he was a child, and he didn't receive professional education in poetry creation, but he was able to write such a good poem.

If I knew this earlier, even if I let my sister-in-law complain, I would take Mu Bai as a disciple when I was young, and teach him to write poems.

No, no, Yang Jingming immediately thought, that would probably kill Mu Bai's nature, and it might be counterproductive.

Yang Jingming thought about the scene of Mu Bai coming to study as a teacher, and his daughter who was away all day, and he sighed: "It seems that the Yang family really has no way to continue the 'Bachelor's family'."

As for Yang Wenjun's younger brother, Yang Wenhao, Yang Jingming simply didn't even think about it. This brat's grades are not as good as his sister's.

……

Hongbunkan, Gyeonggi Province.

A student held the "Holy Wye School Magazine" and read aloud:

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here.

Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.

......"

After reading a poem, more than a dozen students are savoring the song "Happy Rain on a Spring Night".

For today's guest teacher, Dou Yu, these dozen or so people are students, but in the eyes of the outside world, they are the best among the new generation of poets in the state of Zhou.

Dou Yu sat on the podium and asked with a smile: "How do you like this poem?"

One of the students replied: "There is lyricism and scene description, which can be called a textbook treatment of poetry. The only regret is that the last two sentences did not go further, especially the ending was a little weak. Of course, it may also be because of the first two sentences. The sentence is so wonderful.”

"Yeah," Dou Yu nodded, "I had similar thoughts when I first saw this poem at Mr. Hao's place."

The student who answered the question just now asked with a smile: "Is this Mu Bai a closed disciple accepted by Mr. Hao?"

In the eyes of other students, gossip was faintly shining, and they also wanted to know, what kind of person is a poet who can write such a good poem?
Dou Yu smiled and said: "This Mu Bai is an all-rounder. He is better at writing songs and paintings than poetry. The more Mr. Hao treats him as a treasure, the more he can't bear to accept him as his disciple, which kills his other two paths." .”

"All-rounder!"

Everyone was a little surprised. To be called an all-rounder by the current scholar must be a sensational figure.

This Mu Bai's reputation is not obvious, is he keeping a low profile?Still not famous yet?
Some students wanted to ask again, when suddenly there was a rush of drums outside.

Dou Yu got up slowly, and looked at the rising sun in the sky from the window: "It's time to come! Go to the general's platform quickly! Jin should take action."

……

Mu Bai deliberately sat in the last row of the minibus, looking back from time to time.

The familiar car of the stalker was still following behind. When they reached the industrial area, the number of vehicles decreased, and the car followed far away in order not to expose itself.

Mu Bai discussed with Liu Zhe in a low voice, and got out of the car at a corner not far from the studio with an excuse.

He hid behind a broken wall and watched the stalker's car stop far away from the studio. The boy he met at noon that day got out of the car, ducked and ran to the outside of the warehouse wall, looking in with a telescope. look.

This is too blatant!Mu Baixin said, the warehouse windows are so high, what can this buddy see?
Quietly touching the side of the stalker's car, Mu Bai punctured the other's tire first, then kicked the car hard, and immediately hid in the ditch beside him.

The stalker heard the car's siren go off, hesitated for a moment, and took his time to put away the binoculars, and went back to the car to check the situation.

As he walked back, he wondered whether he should report the situation here.

Suddenly, the stalker saw a warm smiling face and the waving stick in the ditch by the roadside.

It was too late to say it, and the cane in Mu Bai's hand was about to hit the stalker's leg.

Although the stalker tried his best to dodge, the sneak attack was so unexpected that his right leg was still hit by the cane and he fell to the ground.

Before Mu Bai jumped out of the ditch in time, he took two steps forward and grabbed the arm closest to the ditch of the stalker.

The stalker had never seen such a savage person, so he remembered and shouted: "Wen Zhan! Wen Zhan!"

According to the general situation, when one party shouts "Wen Zhan", the other party will either fight or admit defeat.

The winning party will make some not very outrageous demands on the losing party. If the winning party's demands are excessive, or the losing party is unwilling to accept the winning party's demands, they can go to the government's arbitration institution for a ruling.

If it is difficult to distinguish between the winner and the loser, for example, one is good at piano and the other is good at dancing, and it is difficult for these two people to convince each other, then you can go to the national court to decide the winner.

In order to facilitate people's livelihood, there are referees in the sub-district office.

This is the manifestation of the "civil warfare system" among the people.

"Wen Zhan, bastard Wen Zhan!" Mu Bai pulled hard and said, "Finally caught you little bastard, I still have the mood to chant poems against you?"

Hearing this, the stalker cursed a few words like "beast" before being dragged into the ditch by Mu Bai and fell headlong.

The stalker suffers from pain and hates his teeth. The little cripple has caused too much trouble for himself recently. He was born out of courage. He swung his fist and hit Mu Bai's face, making Mu Bai's eyes water Venus.

However, the stalker had never fought with anyone since he was a child, so he was naturally not an opponent with "fighting experience" like Mu Bai, so he was soon tied up by Mu Bai with the wires left over from the renovation some time ago.

Mu Bai covered his sore eye sockets from the boy's beating, and called Ji Yuanjie to ask her to come out.

Ji Yuanjie saw Mu Bai's panda eyes from a distance, and she was about to ask how he was injured, then she saw a stalker who was tied to the ground like a tied pig: "Who tied him? "

She was a little strange, looking at this posture, Mu Bai and Xiao Wu should have just experienced a "literary war", but why one was injured and the other was tied up in their "literary war"?
"Don't say anything." Mu Bai covered his face and said, "Turn him to the police station and sentence him for two years, let's see if he dares to play stalking again!"

Ji Yuanjie couldn't laugh or cry: "Oh, you misunderstood!"

(End of this chapter)