I’m Going To Be a Loser

Chapter 87: Tireless Teaching

Chu Yun smiled and said, "What's the matter, why are you looking at me like that?"

Ding Hui stared at him for a while, then nodded and whispered: "I thought you were a dude, ignorant and ignorant, but I didn't expect you to have a brain, what you just said, I never thought that the previous The time-travel drama "Celebrating More Than Years" aired a while ago, I liked watching it, it was so good, but I never thought of the issue you mentioned."

When the beauty praised, Chu Yun suddenly became energetic and smiled: "By the way, when it comes to "Celebrating More Than Years", let me ask you, Fan Xian wrote Du Fu's "Ascension", and the TV series is a modern word, do you think it is appropriate, yes Is it? Fan Xian can write ancient characters? Even if he has a master of arts, at most he knows ancient characters, and he will never write. As soon as he writes, he immediately reveals his secrets."

Ding Hui nodded and smiled, "Yes, you are right."

Chu Yun smiled and said: "Also, have you studied history? What is the historical background of this TV series? You always know?" Ding Hui knew that he must have something to say, and hummed: "I don't know, it's the Tang Dynasty anyway. before."

Chu Yun smiled and said, "It was the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. Do you know what the social situation was at that time?"

Ding Hui snorted, "You say it."

Chu Yun smiled and said: "Okay, I said, I like to teach others tirelessly. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll teach you."

Ding Hui wanted to know what he had to say in her heart. This time, she stopped yelling at him and said in a low voice, "Come on, stop talking!"

Chu Yun said with a smile: "Okay, I'll just say it. In that historical era, the clan system was prevalent, the feudal hierarchy was strict, and the nobility was hereditary. At that time, the nobility was called the aristocratic family, and the common people were the common people, which is what we usually call the common people. The aristocratic family is inherently noble, while the common family is lowly, and there is a natural insurmountable gap between the two. The so-called high-grade has no poor family, and the low-grade has no aristocratic family, and the aristocratic family is the absolute ruler, high above, and it is the foundation of society’s rule.”

Ding Hui said: "Yes, you are right, so what?"

Dalong sighed and said, "Don't you understand? In this play, it is said that the male protagonist's mother is also a modern person who travels back to ancient times, and proposes that all people are created equal, and there is no distinction between high and low, which is good, yes, But she can only think about it, or try her best to realize this idea and maintain this value, but as a person of that era, whether it is Emperor Qing, minister, or any person in power, will not tolerate this sentence Speaking publicly, it will not be engraved on the so-called stone tablet at the gate of the forensic institute, because this will shake the ruling foundation of the feudal dynasty at that time, and it will cause social unrest, chaos in the world, and injustice for the common people. The feudal nobles would tolerate it, and how could they contradict themselves and dig their own graves?”

Ding Hui was speechless. After thinking about it carefully, it was really good. She knew that what Chu Yun said was reasonable, but she insisted on defending herself: "Even if you are right, so what? You are nitpicking and nitpicking."

Chu Yun sighed and murmured in a low voice: "The bottom of the valley is full of pine trees, and the seedlings on the Lili Mountain. With the stems of inch in diameter, they shade this one hundred feet. The world's top ranks are high, and the handsome and low-ranking officers. The terrain makes it natural, and the origin is not One dynasty. Jin Zhang borrowed his old business, Qi Ye Er Han Diao. Isn't Feng Gong great, and the white head has no tricks."

Ding Hui's heart moved, she nodded and said, "This is Zuo Si, a famous poet in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, "The History of Songs." Sandu Fu, Luoyang Zhigui, is talking about him."

Chu Yun smiled and said: "Yes, I didn't expect you to be a little girl with some knowledge. During the Wei, Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties, great poets and talents like Zuo Si were helpless and indignant in the face of the extremely unequal feudal hierarchy. Said, do ordinary people still have a way to live? Where did they come from that all people are created equal? ​​In that era, from the emperor to the nobles and officials, would anyone allow anyone to make a voice that everyone is equal? Is this sentence engraved on the stone tablet and made public?"

Ding Hui was already convinced and hummed, "You're right, but this is a novel and a TV series after all, so it's inevitably not in line with history. You say it doesn't make sense, is there anything else?"

Chu Yun nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, there are more."

Ding Hui's eyes flashed and she smiled and said, "Okay, then you can talk about it."

Chu Yun sighed and said, "It's too much to say, forget it, don't say it."

Ding Hui snorted: "Criticizing, nitpicking, and nitpicking in eggs, this will be too arrogant. I think you are only attacking one point, and you are not as good as the rest.

Chu Yunming knew that she was aggressive. After all, the young man was full of anger and couldn't help humming: "Okay, let's talk." After a pause, he continued, "The male protagonist killed Cheng Jushu in the street and saw Teng Zijing's son. , This is not right. In the play, it was said that Teng Zijing cheated to death. Wang Qinian secretly placed Teng Zijing's wife and children in the outskirts of the capital. Later, when Teng Zijing came back, Wang Qinian took Teng Zijing and the male protagonist and found Teng Zijing's wife. Son, the Teng Zijing family has been living there since then, isn't that right?"

Ding Hui was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, that's right, what do you mean..." Suddenly a thought moved, and she said anxiously, "I remembered, you mean..."

Chu Yun nodded and said, "That's right, it's not right here. The male protagonist avenged his friend Teng Zijing and killed Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, in the capital, at the gate of the Inspection Institute. So, please, Teng Zijing's Son, a small child, how did he enter the city from the suburbs, and how did he come to the street where the inspection institute is located by accident, how can this be explained?"

Ding Hui stared at Chu Yun, unable to speak for a long time, then said: "Fiction, TV, all coincidentally become a book, in your opinion, if you are a novel author or a TV drama director, how would you write it, and how would you write it? How to act?"

Chu Yun said lightly: "I just arranged for an ordinary child, no background, no origin, just a child on the street. At that time, Cheng Jushu was already seriously injured, and the child smiled at Cheng Jushu and slowly He stretched out his hand and handed him the half-eaten pancake, and Cheng Jushu could have kind thoughts and gratitude, and smiled back, and the male protagonist could do it for this little kid who didn't know him at all and had nothing to do with him. , I beg Cheng Jushu not to hurt him, and willing to let Cheng Jushu go for this child, but Cheng Jushu did not take the child as a hostage in the end, and when the male protagonist asked him why he did this, he said the sentence: I was born ugly , the face is disgusting, everyone is either disgusted or feared, but only the ordinary child without any origin smiled at him and gave him bread... If so, then think about it, is this the kind of plot Reasonable, but also more touching, more touching, and shocking?"