Love Zong: The identity of the literary world was exposed, and people were numb when exposed.

Inside the Faculty of Liberal Arts, Peking University.

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

If it weren't for the sake of writing poetry, would he be like this?

But this time, Jiang Zhongding, one of the leaders of the organization of the Wentuan Academy, found such a big problem for himself.

I haven't been able to get rid of it yet.

But what Professor Han Guang didn't know was that many writers and scholars organized by the Wentuan Academy are racking their brains to think about the poems related to today's Chung Yeung Festival.

Undoubtedly, at least not yet, no one can think of it.

Professor Han Guang sighed lightly, looked at the requirements on the computer, and shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, this is really too difficult to write, right?"

"How many times more difficult is this time than before, and it is better to write it in ancient poetry?" I'm a leader of modern poetry, how do you write this?

"This can be a problem for the Wentuan Academy!"

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

As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw Sister Bingbing's caller ID.

"Xiaoice?" Professor Han Guang muttered.

Sister Bingbing's father knows him, and the two are also very good friends.

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

That's why Sister Bingbing was surprised just now.

...

After Sister Bingbing on the other side received the call, she also pressed the answer button.

A strong voice immediately came from the other side of the phone: "Xiaoice? "

Uncle Han." Sister Bingbing said happily.

"What's wrong? Xiaoice? You call me, is there anything important?

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

she gave up.

I really can't understand it, she still can't see the profundity of this!

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

"Of course there is... However, wait for me for a while, and I'll tell your Uncle Jiang about something. 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 literary academy, and these people will 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 of the literary troupe, and she also knew a lot of literati and writers.

"Huh? Did something matter matter?

"Isn't it Chung Yeung Festival today? The Literary Academy asked me to write an ancient poem about the Chung Yeung Festival, and it also had a good idea and artistic conception.

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

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

Hearing this, Sister Bingbing understood this truth very well in her heart.

Every year, the Buntuan Academy composes poems for festivals, and there is a lot of work in normal times.

is indeed very busy, even if Professor Han Guang is the leader of modern poetry, he doesn't dare to say that he will write what he says?

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

I didn't write anything

, but at this time, Sister Bingbing looked at Lu Yan, he is so powerful, will he be able to solve this problem?

Lu Yan saw that Sister Bingbing had been looking at her, and she was also wrapped in clothes.

Have other thoughts about yourself?

No, no, no!

You're a witness to love!

Can you still grab guests?

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

Call Jiang Zhongding directly.

Professor Han Guang rubbed his eyebrows, and after the phone was connected, he said very appropriately: "Old Jiang, you better find someone else, I really can't write this, it's too difficult."

When Jiang Zhongding heard this, he didn't say anything: "Okay! "

It's easy!

After all, if you don't write, he'll definitely have to find someone else.

It has to be done tonight!

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

There is not much hope for the manager, but he still wants to find it.

...

Lu Yan looked at Sister Bingbing's anxious appearance and continued: "That phone call just now, was it the foreign aid you invited?"

Sister Bingbing nodded heavily: "It's Professor Han Guang, it'll be fine in a while." He'll call back.

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

After Liu Yifei heard this, her expression instantly tensed.

It's over, this is coming at me?

Do you still want to cut off your beard?

You don't have anything like that, do you?

I've been waiting for so long!

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

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

Sister Bingbing looked lonely for a moment, and said expressionlessly: "It's okay..."

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

Festive poems?

Although I can't, I have such a strong memory.

What poems do you not remember?

Isn't that simple?

"Really?"

"Really!"

Sister Bingbing looked at Lu Yan with a hint of something else.

It didn't take long for Professor Han Guang's phone call to come again.