Low Key Star

  Chapter 209【209】The only thing I don’t like

   "Then do you have any good ancient prose recommendations?"

"The ancient prose in textbooks is the first choice, and the ancient prose that can be selected into textbooks are all classics, followed by anthologies of famous works by famous writers, such as "Guwen Guanzhi", or articles written by someone you like, such as Su Shi , Han Yu and the like..."

Lin Canghai and Su Hui had an appointment tonight, so they came back relatively late. As soon as they opened the door, they heard loud voices in the living room. They were all a little surprised.

   Then he went into the living room and saw Lin Yiran and Aunt Kong sitting on the sofa watching TV, and the guy who was worried about "taking advantage of it" was sitting in the TV honestly, Lin Canghai breathed a sigh of relief.

  Lin Canghai took off his coat, walked over, and said with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

   "Dad, Mom, are you back?"

  Lin still looked back at his parents, and then turned his head again quickly, "Zhang Yang's "Poetry" interview was recorded a month ago, and it was just broadcast today."

  Su Hui smiled and said: "Isn't it an interview with "Poetry", why are you talking about ancient Chinese?"

   "He said that modern Chinese is too deeply influenced by the translation style, and it is recommended to read more ancient Chinese."

  Lin Canghai was a little surprised, sat down on the sofa, and said with a smile, "It's interesting, this really looks like Zhang Muzhi."

  Lin was still dissatisfied and said: "Zhang Muzhi and Zhang Yang are the same person. His surname is Zhang and his name is Yang, and his name is Muzhi. By the way, Dad, why don't you give me a name?"

  Lin Canghai smiled and said, "Lin Yi's character is still the same."

  Lin still pouted to show his dissatisfaction, and turned his head to watch the interview intently.

On the TV, the topic of ancient prose was over, and the host turned to ask about the Chinese style lyrics: "You have written several Chinese style songs, which can be said to be popular in the streets and alleys. Does this have anything to do with your liking for ancient poetry and prose? ? Is there any influence in this regard?"

   "Of course there are."

  Zhang Yang thought for a while, then continued with a smile, "Writing Chinese style is actually the result of many factors, but liking must be the first priority. It is actually difficult to write about this kind of thing if you don't like it."

   "What are the factors, can you tell us?"

"There are a lot of them. For example, I like traditional Chinese things, including ancient poetry, prose, traditional musical instruments, etc., and there are actually relatively few people listening to folk music now. I just want to say that folk music is actually very good, such as qin, zither, pipa, and flute. , Erhu, etc. are all very nice, and you can also write nice music with them, and I think we should write some music with our own national characteristics.”

These are the answers that Zhang Yang has already considered before, but after thinking about it, this program will be broadcast in the future, and he added: "Of course there is one more important thing, that is, Yiyi likes Chinese style very much, does she like it?" , I happened to like it too, so I tried to write it, and it turned out to be pretty good.”

In fact, there have always been rumors on the Internet that "Lin still likes Chinese style, so Zhang Yang wrote Chinese style", but after all, it was just a rumor. Fang Huanyu also saw these remarks when he was doing some preparation work, but he naturally didn't like it. So I asked directly, but I didn't expect that Zhang Yang would not shy away from mentioning Lin Yiran on his own initiative, which made him very surprised.

Lin Yiran also didn't expect it, and felt shy and happy at the same time. He turned his head and glanced at his parents and Aunt Kong. Seeing that they were all staring at him, he quickly retracted his gaze, with a serious expression of "I didn't hear anything". continue watching TV.

   "Wow, it's really because Lin still likes it?"

  Xu Nuo was a little surprised. Although she was only a fan of Buddhism, she heard people say such remarks, and felt that it might be true. After all, she wrote so many songs for Lin Yiran, so it was no surprise.

  However, it was a little unexpected for Zhang Yang to say it directly in such an interview, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is in line with his usual style.

  Father Xu suddenly asked, "Has the TV series over there already started?"

  The interview here has been started for more than ten minutes. No matter how long the advertisement over there is, it must have ended long ago. Even with the TV station's current habit of "inserting TV dramas in advertisements", a new round of advertisements may have already been broadcast.

Xu Nuo actually realized that the TV series over there might start, but her parents watched it seriously, and she didn't mention it, so she naturally wouldn't mention it. Seeing that her father remembered it now, she couldn't help but panic, and was about to speak, so she I heard my mother say: "It should start...Forget it, just watch this."

Xu Nuo was pleasantly surprised, and glanced at his father again, seeing that he was watching the interview seriously, not paying attention to his observation at all, the corner of his mouth twitched, feeling both happy and proud, thinking to himself what was interesting about the interview just now, Does it look good now?

"Indeed, I personally have listened to all your songs, including the album, which I also bought. There are many songs related to Ms. Lin. In addition to her, there are also songs written for grandpa and mother, such as "Qingmingyu" "Up" and "Listen to Mom" ​​are both very nice and popular."

Fang Huanyu's preparations are very thorough, and perhaps he is a real fan himself, and his words and demeanor are quite sincere when he speaks, "However, in my personal opinion, from "Qingming Yushang" to "Thousands of Miles Away" and "Dongfeng Po", no matter the song It is still a word, in fact, there has been a considerable change in style.”

Zhang Yang smiled and said: "Yes, because I don't know which one you like more, and the Chinese style words are too ancient and easy to become piled up, and people can't understand them well, too white and easy to lose the ancient rhyme, So it is still relatively difficult to grasp, so I want to try more.”

   "Then which one do you personally prefer?"

   "Actually, I like both, but I still hope to find a better balance."

   "Now that you have debuted as a singer and achieved good results, will you continue to write poetry in the future?"

   "Of course, there is no conflict between music and poetry, but as I said just now, the main thing is interest. Write when you feel something. When you have nothing to write, you can't write if you want to."

  Zhang Yang smiled and continued: "This is not the same as music, because a new album is released every year. If there is no album for a long time, the fans will definitely not want it."

   "We got some of your new works from Mr. Gu Yutang."

When the host said these words, many people in front of the TV were stunned. They didn't expect to see Zhang Yang's "new work" in this interview. Fang Huanyu then took out a few pieces of manuscript paper from the cardboard next to him. One is shown in the camera.

  A very clear close-up was given at the end of the program, and the dialogue between Fang Huanyu and Zhang Yang continued: "Our editor-in-chief borrowed this from Mr. Gu Yutang, saying it was the original manuscript written by you."

   "There are two words and two poems here, namely "Butterfly Love Flower", "Long Lovesickness" and "Qi Huai", "Mawei". Let me read it to you..."

   "Slender Yanji is fifteen years old, she is used to dragging her long skirts, and does not take slender steps. Everyone looks at her beautifully, and the color of the world is like dust... Wow, this sentence is well written!"

  Xu Nuo was a little dizzy, sighed, and tried hard to memorize all these poems, but he didn't have a photographic memory, so he couldn't help being a little flustered for a while.

  Father Xu asked, "Did he write all this himself?"

   Xu Nuo didn't have time to answer, Xu's mother said: "Didn't the host say it, he wrote it at Gu Yutang's place... this Gu Yutang, is that Gu Yutang?"

   "Everyone looks at Yan Rantong, the color of the world is like dust... This must be written for Lin Yiran!"

  Zhang Wei saw these two sentences at once, turned around and complained to his parents, "What do you think my brother writes all day long?"

  Zhang Shouyi frowned and said, "That's not right, if it was written to Lin Yiran, why did you write "The Fifteenth Year of the Fairy Yanji" at the beginning? "

On the TV screen, the next song "Long Lovesickness" has already begun to be shown. Fang Huanyu read it again, but Zhang Wei didn't feel much, but the latter song "Qi Huai", when he heard "It seems that this star is not last night, for whom?" Fenglu Li Zhongxiao", snorted, and said: "Who else can I do it for? Lin Yiran, Lin Yiran knows Lin Yiran all day long... So it's not good to say that puppy love is not good, Mom, are you right?"

  Fang Qianxue couldn't laugh or cry, and said helplessly: "When you fall in love in the future, you also write."

  Zhang Wei pouted and said, "I don't know how to write."

  ——

  Lin was still at home, and Lin Canghai also read the two lines of "Sweetness in Everyone", nodded and said, "These two lines are really well written."

  Su Hui said: "I think it's better to be "poor and always be mistaken by the waist". "

  Lin Canghai seldom argues with his wife, and naturally he is even less likely to argue with his wife for the sake of publicity. After thinking about it, he said, "Indeed, this sentence has a deeper meaning."

   Then staring at Su Hui, he added: "But the writing of "Sweetness in the People" is also good. "

  Su Hui naturally understood what he was referring to, and gave him an annoyed look, but remembering the past when he was young, he couldn't help smiling.

Lin still didn't expect to eat his parents' dog food after watching his boyfriend's interview. He pouted and secretly made up his mind that he must return all the dog food he ate these years so that his parents could feel it too. Feel the feeling of being forcibly stuffed with dog food.

   After reading all four poems, Fang Huanyu asked, "Can you tell me about the background of writing these four poems? Let's start with the first poem "Butterfly Love Flower"."

  This paragraph actually cuts out part of the communication, to confirm whether we can talk, so after this sentence, the screen returns from the poem to the interview scene.

  Zhang Yang smiled and said: "This is actually a word I wanted to match in a novel, but I couldn't write it out, so I only wrote half of it, got stuck there, and it took a long time to finish it."

  Fang Huanyu wondered, "Is this the novel you wrote yourself?"

   Zhang Yang nodded and said with a smile, "I'm writing now."

   This is his answer after deliberation. When it is exposed later, there is nothing wrong with this answer.

  Fang Huanyu smiled and said, "Then you can look forward to it."

  Paused, then said: "Back to the poetry, where is it stuck?"

   "The two sentences of "Sweet in the crowd" were just added some time ago. "

   "These two sentences are very well written. I personally like these two sentences very much. Can I ask again, how did these two sentences suddenly come to mind?"

"Uh…"

Zhang Yang was somewhat embarrassed to talk about private matters in public, but he still tried to remain calm and said, "It was the military training some time ago. Our class disbanded relatively late. Lin Yiran was waiting for me under the tree outside the playground. When I walked over When I saw her standing there, I immediately thought of these two sentences and added them."

Lin still didn't expect that he had just made a wish, and Zhang Yang immediately realized it for himself. Seeing his parents and Aunt Kong looking over, sweet joy, a little pride, and instinctive shyness were all intertwined. I couldn't hold back the smile from the corner of my mouth, so I had no choice but to stop looking at my parents and Aunt Kong, and stare at the TV intently, greedily savoring the sweetness of this moment.

At the same time, I feel sorry for Aunt Kong. Aunt Kong was already married, but she always quarreled and divorced under a lot of pressure. She doesn't plan to get married again. That is to say, she can only eat dog food in the future, and can't play dogs. Liang...how pitiful.

  Zhang Wei also felt that she was very pitiful, especially after thinking about it for a long time, it’s fine that none of those fools who wrote love letters could write such love words, but she couldn’t even think of a boy she likes.

   "When I find a boyfriend in the future, I will show affection and spread dog food like this all day long!"

This is what she heard from Zhang Yang. At this time, she swore secretly, and subconsciously used it. She thought it was quite graphic. The only pity is that Lin still accompanied Smelly Zhang Yang, even if she gave him dog food, I can't get mad at him either.

  Thinking like this, she took out her mobile phone again and sent a message to Tang Yanqi: "Wow, my brother actually wrote four poems for Lin Yiran. I don't know all of them. It's just too perverted!"

  Tang Yanqi: "'Mawei' and 'Long Lovesickness' are not."

  Zhang Wei: "Almost, I understand it. He only has Lin Yiran in his eyes, and he didn't write poems for my parents or me."

  Tang Yanqi: "[Pissing lips]"

Zhang Wei: "I really like the phrase "Farewell to husband and wife in Shihao Village, there are more tears than those in the Palace of Eternal Life". Song of Everlasting Sorrow sympathizes with both of them! "

  Tang Yanqi: "I still prefer the phrase "When everyone looks at each other, the color of the world is like dust." "

  Zhang Wei: "I don't like it, I feel like it's just written to make Lin still happy."

  Tang Yanqi held the mobile phone, watched Zhang Yang who was still talking about poetry with the host on the TV, and forgot to reply for a while.

It has been more than a year since the encounter in the library in the early summer morning last year. She is about to turn sixteen and still has not shed her childishness, but at this moment when she is sitting on the sofa and staring at the TV, the faint eyes are already very girlish. Grown up taste.

   "This is the only thing I don't like about this poem."

  She bit her lip lightly, thinking secretly.

  I only dare to think secretly.

  (end of this chapter)