Love Variety: The literary identity was exposed, Bai Lu was numb

Inside the School of Literature of Peking University.

Professor Han Guang looked at the messy table in front of him and the scattered paper balls underneath.

If it wasn't for writing poetry, would he be like this?

But this time, Jiang Zhongding, one of the leaders of the School of Literature, has given him such a big problem.

He has no way to get rid of it.

But what Professor Han Guang didn't know was that many writers and scholars organized by the School of Literature are racking their brains to think of poems related to today's Double Ninth Festival.

There is no doubt that at least no one can think of it now.

Professor Han Guang sighed lightly, looked at the requirements on the computer, and shook his head helplessly: "Why don't you just forget it, this is really too difficult to write?"

"This time it is many times more difficult than before, it's best to write it in ancient poetry? How can I, the leader of modern poetry, write this?"

"This can completely become a problem for the School of Literature!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he took out his mobile phone to call Jiang Zhongding.

As soon as he turned on his phone, he saw the caller ID of Sister Bingbing.

"Xiao Bing?" Professor Han Guang murmured.

Sister Bingbing's father knew him, and the two were also very good friends.

When he saw the caller ID, he thought something had happened to Sister Bingbing, and he called back immediately.

That's why Sister Bingbing was surprised just now.

…

Sister Bingbing on the other side also pressed the answer button after receiving the call.

A strong voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Bing?"

"Uncle Han." Sister Bingbing said happily.

"What's wrong? Xiao Bing? You called me, is there anything important?"

Sister Bingbing looked at Lu Yan's calligraphy again, okay,

She gave up.

I really don't understand, she still can't see the profoundness of it!

"I really have something to trouble you here, do you have time?" Sister Bingbing said with a smile.

"Of course there is... But wait for me for a moment. I have something to tell your Uncle Jiang."

When Sister Bingbing heard Uncle Jiang, she immediately thought of Jiang Zhongding, one of the leaders of the Wentuan Academy? !

Sister Bingbing's father is also a leader of the Wentuan Academy. These people would go to Sister Bingbing's house for a small gathering every Chinese New Year.

This also led to Sister Bingbing being very familiar with the people in the Wentuan Academy, and she also met many literati and writers.

"Ah? Is there anything important?"

"Isn't today the Double Ninth Festival? The Wentuan Academy asked me to write an ancient poem about the Double Ninth Festival, and it must have a good idea and artistic conception."

"Facts have proved that with this requirement, I can't even write modern poems, let alone ancient poems?"

"I'd better tell him first, at least I can't count on him." Professor Han Guang smiled bitterly and said helplessly.

Hearing this, Sister Bingbing understood this truth very well.

The Wentuan Academy has to write poems for festivals every year, and there is still a lot of work to do during normal times.

It is indeed very busy. Even if Professor Han Guang is the leader of modern poetry, he dare not say that he can write whenever he wants.

I received the message this morning, and two hours have passed.

Nothing has been written.

But at this time, Sister Bingbing looked at Lu Yan. He is so good, will he be able to solve this problem?

Seeing that Sister Bingbing has been looking at him, Lu Yan also wrapped his clothes.

Do you have other ideas about yourself?

No, no!

You are a witness of love!

Can you still grab the guest?

Before Sister Bingbing could speak, Professor Han Guang hung up the phone.

He called Jiang Zhongding directly.

Professor Han Guang rubbed his eyebrows. After the call was connected, he said very straightforwardly: "Old Jiang, you should find someone else. I really can't write this. It's too difficult."

Jiang Zhongding didn't say much after hearing this: "Okay!"

Very simple!

After all, if you don't write, he will definitely find someone else.

It must be done tonight!

He also knew that this was difficult, and now that it was time, he could only bite the bullet.

There was little hope for the School of Economics and Management, but he still wanted to keep looking.

…

Looking at Sister Bingbing's anxious look, Lu Yan continued, "Did you invite the helper who called just now?"

Sister Bingbing nodded heavily, "It was Professor Han Guang, he'll be back in a while. He'll call back."

"By the way, Lu Yan, have you ever written a poem about the Double Ninth Festival?"

After hearing this, Liu Yifei's expression instantly tensed up.

It's over, is this for me?

Still want to cut in?

You can't play like this, right?

I've been waiting for so long!

Liu Yifei looked at Lu Yan nervously, afraid that he would agree.

Lu Yan shook his head, "I haven't written it, what's wrong?"

Sister Bingbing looked sad.After a moment of silence, he said expressionlessly: "It's okay..."

"Although I haven't written it, it doesn't mean I can't do it?"

Lu Yan showed a bright smile and looked at Sister Bingbing.

Festival poems?

Although I can't write them, my memory is so strong.

What poems can't I remember?

Isn't this a simple matter?

"Really?"

"Really!"

There was something else in Sister Bingbing's eyes when she looked at Lu Yan.

Not long after, Professor Han Guang called again.