Cultural Scholar: Famous in the World from the Universal History

"Director Yang, are you here for ...... this time?"

In the familiar quiet café, Qin Wen and Yang Ximei sat opposite each other.

Yang Ximei looked at the big boy-like figure in front of him and felt a little strange.

In just one year, his identity is different again.

In the past, his fame was limited to domestic and academic circles, but now he is really famous in the world.

Especially in Sakurajima and White Eagle State, there are many readers.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still a little less qualified, no one would have an opinion on calling a writer.

Yang Ximei took a sip of coffee and told the ins and outs of the matter.

"In other words, do you want me to write a letter to Fu and Du?" Qin Wen asked.

Fu Xiangzhi, Du Yuesheng, is the poet and poet saint of this world.

"That's right, so I want to ......"

Before Yang Xiximei's words were finished, Qin Wen interrupted her and said, "I know what you mean, but just write a letter." "

01 Yang Ximei suddenly became depressed when he heard this.

If the first episode of the revised program does not achieve significant results, the program team may have to go back to the old way in the end.

Then "Historical Witness" can only be hastily handled.

Seeing her like this, Qin Wen smiled and said, "I just said that I couldn't write letters, but I didn't say that I couldn't write poems." "

Yang Xi raised his head sharply, his eyes full of surprise.

Writing poetry?

This is certainly the best!

But it takes a lot of courage to write a poem for Voldu.

If it is written in general, then the broadcast can only get countless ridicule.

However, Qin Wen's words may be different...... As long as his poems can be on the same level as before.

Although it's hard.

It is very difficult, after all, even if it is a poet, not every poem can be a classic.

If that were the case, there would be no more poems that have been handed down.

"In that case, the force will be much greater......

Yang Ximei thought for a moment and reminded him.

It stands to reason that no matter whether Qin Wen's poems are written well or not, as long as he writes them, the program team will be able to complete the task.

Ratings are absolutely guaranteed.

Even if it's not well written, it's a hot topic.

But I don't know what kind of psychology it is, but Yang Ximei hopes that Qin Wen can think about it carefully.

It's best to do it with confidence.

If you don't have much confidence, then it's okay to write a letter.

Anyway, it is enough for the letter to be written with some real feelings, and no one asks how high the level must be.

Ancient and modern, through the ages, the letter is through heaven and man.

That's already very good.

Qin Wen smiled and asked, "Director Yang, did you bring a pen and paper?"

Yang Ximei was stunned for a moment and said, "I have it in my bag." "

She used to be a journalist and used to carrying pen and paper with her.

And this time I asked Qin Wen to write a letter.

Although he was not in a hurry at this time, it would be good if Qin Wen wanted to write it on the spot.

Taking the pen and paper from Yang Ximei's hand, Qin Wen thought for a moment.

Put pen to paper.

A few minutes later.

A long poem has already been written.

Qin Wen returned the pen and paper.

Yang Ximei glanced down.

It's poetry.

Not faith.

And it's a good poem.

But it's actually also a letter.

It's paradoxical to say.

But Yang Ximei felt that it was not contradictory.

Although it is not in the form of a letter, in this poem Qin Wen mentions Fu and Du.

It's as if they used to talk and swim together.

And the heroic atmosphere is in line with the wind of poetry and immortals. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"How is it, how is this poem?" Qin Wen asked.

Yang Ximei didn't know what to say, just nodded.

She was still thinking about the last time they had met.

Same place, same scene.

It was also she who came to ask for poetry, and Qin Wen gave her a wonderful answer. []

made her a little dazed for a while.

"Know—"

The summer sun is a little warmer, and the trees on the campus can hear the sound of chirping.

The sunlight shines through the glass of the café and falls on the poem, which is a bit dazzling for a while.

"Director Yang?"

"Director Yang!"

Yang Ximei raised his head a little confused and looked at Qin Wen in front of him.

"Is there anything else, if not, I'll leave first. Qin Wen asked.

Yang Ximei said dumbfoundedly: "It's nothing......"

"Okay, then I'll go first, there's a class in the afternoon. "

After speaking, Qin Wen left directly.

Yang Ximei touched the warmth of the cup, and touched his cheek a little strangely.

Well, the sun is getting a little hot.

......

After leaving from Jiangda, Yang Ximei directly caught a plane back to the capital.

"Director, what happened this time, did Teacher Qin Wen agree?"

In the conference room, seeing that Yang Ximei's mood seemed to be a little low, everyone present had a bad premonition.

Yang Ximei looked into their eyes and smiled: "I promised, and I also brought it back." "

As he spoke, he placed a piece of letterhead on the table.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The hardest part is over.

Since Mr. Qin Wen agreed to 633 to write a letter, I think the ratings are guaranteed.

It's a good start after the revision, and I think the next few issues will be much smoother.

"Can I see the contents of the letter?" asked one of them.

Yang Ximei shook his head and said, "This is poetry." "

The voice fell, and the conference room suddenly became lively.

"It's quiet, I'll show you. "

Yang Ximei took the projector and projected the contents of the letterhead on the large screen behind him.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

A minute or two later.

After reading the whole poem, the people looked at each other and fell silent.

"This, this poem, even if it is said that Qin Wenfu and Du are friends, I believe it. One broke the silence.

Some people opened their mouths, and others opened their mouths.

"He shouldn't be called Shizhe, contemporary poets can also be!"

"I feel sorry for him because he is not in the same era as Fu and Du. "

"Now he is lonely in this era......"

"It's a pity......"

“......"

Everyone present was talking about their inner thoughts, and they no longer thought about what programs and ratings.

Because these things even seem cheesy compared to this poem.