Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 40: A Startle
Subtitle of this chapter: Can you eat white rice dumplings without dipping them in sugar?
"Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, bang bang bang..."
The majestic music suddenly sounded in Yuan Yan's ears, which sounded a bit like "Soviet March". This was the first time that the Master Ball system played music. Master Yuan smacked his lips and thought to himself, it's a pity that it can't be played out loud, otherwise I can become a man with my own BGM.
"The host has captured... well, impressed two masters of the Republic of China at once. Begin to unlock the literary categories. The system is updating..."
Yuan Yan suddenly closed his eyes, but he couldn't stop two drops of tears from flowing down his handsome face.
Finally…finally I can become a literary !
As early as more than 2,000 years ago, Qu Yuan, a literary master of the Warring States Period, complained in his Chuci: "Yangchun Baixue" is good, but the author is not well fed. "Xia Li Ba Ren" is low-brow, and he bought an iPhone 7 every month. Later, he committed suicide by jumping into the river. It may be that he was forced by life. Otherwise, why would later generations make rice dumplings for him to eat?
If I continue on this path of becoming an unpopular economics master, I will never be able to eat salted egg yolk pork dumplings again. I can only eat white rice dumplings, and I can't even dip them in sugar... What a torture this is for people in Wuxi.
"Life is precious, but love is more precious. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned!"
"What a good poem! Even I, a layman in literature, think it is a good poem. Brother Hongjian, did you write this?"
Yuan Yan immediately raised his wrist and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then turned around with a serious expression as if he was constipated, and said to He Lian who was full of admiration: "Brother Cui Lian, this poem "Freedom and Love" is of course not written by me. The author is the Hungarian poet Petofi. It's just that I learned Hungarian a few days ago and tried to translate it on a whim. I'm sorry to make you laugh."
While talking to He Lian, he glanced at Xu Zhimo from the corner of his eye, wondering in his heart, "Master He Lian is so excited about this poem, why don't you, a leader of the Crescent Moon School, bow your head and worship him?" But Xu Zhimo's next words made him feel like he was struck by lightning, and he didn't know where he was.
Xu Zhimo gave him a thumbs up and said, "Brother Hongjian, although I don't like this, your translation of this poem is really good! And the last two sentences you just said..."
"Wait, Qisen, wait a minute. You said you don't like writing poetry?!"
Yuan Yan was suddenly horrified. Is there really something wrong with the timeline I'm traveling through? !
Xu Zhimo spread his hands and said as a matter of course: "I am a common man and I don't have the talent of Brother Hongjian, so I have been unfamiliar with rhetoric since I was a child..."
"New and old poems have nothing to do with me.!”
Yuan Yan sucked in a breath of cold air. Could it be that the poet Xu in front of him was not the original one? ! Our Master couldn't help but have a wild imagination. Xu Zhimo went to England and found Marx and Engels's posthumous book "Five Star War World Secret" in the British Library. After completing his magical power, he returned to China and betrayed his class and raised the red flag... Bakan!
He thought again, if the world is broken like this, what's the point of having an S value? It makes no sense for him to not even say XX.
Xu Zhimo said, "However, after listening to Brother Hongjian's poem, and the line 'Because I love her, I let her go'... these eight words are so profound and memorable that they have aroused my interest in the poem."
"Ding ding ding, the host is pushing history in the right direction and adding a reward mechanism in the update. Please continue to wait..."
That's it! Yuan Yan suddenly realized that it seemed that Lao Xu became a poet after he met Xiao Lin. As expected, when people are in love, they always write poetry.
He said hurriedly, "I'm glad you're in the mood, I'm glad you're in the mood. Brother, you look so charming, and that means you're destined to be with poetry. I must get some good inspiration when I go to England... well, poetry."
Our Master Yuan sighed inwardly. He had originally wanted to give his friend Xu Zhimo a strong dose of medicine. He even instilled Nietzsche's quotations in his mind, in the original German version. "When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.", "How can the light of day understand the depth of the darkness of night?"... Well, these two sentences are high-class but not very suitable for the occasion. Of course, the sentence "Are you going to the women? Don't forget the whip!" is the best.
It seems that it is no longer possible now. In order to inspire Xu Zhimo's poetic nature, let's put down the whip.
At this moment, the three people in the room heard a "gurgling..." sound. It turned out to be the rumbling of Yuan Yanshu's stomach.
The wind blew his hair; the light cut his shadow; love disordered his heart; hunger stirred his intestines.
Master Yuan blushed and said, "Excuse me, brother, I was only thinking about the thesis..."
Master He Lian did not intend to laugh at all, but said with awe: "Brother Hongjian, your spirit of scholarship really makes me admire you. You are worthy of being a professional scholar who can write such a masterpiece."
Xu Zhimo also echoed, "I have known Brother Hongjian for many years, but I didn't know you were such a talented person. You are really blind."
"Today I am hosting the banquet, firstly to thank Brother Hongjian for saving my life, and secondly to repay the great poet Yuan for his two famous poems."
Yuan Yan suddenly said politely, "How can I be so embarrassed? I'm here to see you off, brother. How can I let you treat me?"
"Please don't be polite, Brother Hongjian!"
"Oh, my dear brother, what can I say?"
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"Would you like some oysters, guys? They're so fresh... You don't want any... Well, waiter, give me another dozen oysters."
"Brother Hongjian, I'm not stingy. You've already had a Caesar salad, a bowl of mushroom soup, a lamb chop, a fillet, a T-bone, three lobsters, a dozen oysters, and now you want another dozen... Don't get sick from eating so much."
"Excuse me, brother. I haven't had any proper food in several days. I'll be almost full after eating these..." Yuan Yan's face suddenly turned red, and she said awkwardly, a little embarrassed.
After having this broken system, our Master Yuan's appetite has increased.
In short, the dinner was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests. However, the atmosphere was somewhat sentimental when they said goodbye. Xu Zhimo would board a mail ship bound for England this Friday, and He Lian would return to California in a few days, leaving Yuan Yanshu alone in New York. The three of them would soon be separated from each other.
They agreed to keep in touch with each other in the future, and then shook hands and said goodbye reluctantly at the hotel entrance.
Yuan Yan suddenly looked at the background of the two people and was very moved. What a good friend, he came to my door to give me B coins and invited me to dinner... Brother Qisen, you wait. As long as I am still alive next year, I will definitely go to London and turn April into June! Brother, I can only help you here.
With a determined light in his eyes and a manly oath in his heart, Master Yuan strolled back home.
At this time, the Master Ball system was finally updated.
