Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

Thinking of this, Zhou Rong couldn't help but carefully look at Lu Tian in front of her. The situation that day came to her mind again.

In Zhou Rong's eyes, it was just a few gangsters fighting that day. So after Lu Tian came to her rescue, she left without even saying thank you.

To this end, she also wrote a diary specifically describing the fight.

After all, what I saw with my own eyes, coupled with Zhou Rong's wonderful pen, the description is particularly vivid and wonderful. After reading it to several pen pals, they all praised it.

Unexpectedly, the person who rescued me that day was actually Lu Tian in front of me. Looking back now, it was indeed my fault that day. I should have said thank you to others. I was really ignorant of the world.

However, after so long, Zhou Rong felt that it was too late to say thank you again, and it was a bit of hindsight.

It may be better to keep this gratitude in my heart.

Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting next to Zhou Rong, saw his sister staring at Lu Tian. He took a sip of wine and said, "Sister, do you think Brother Lu is a garbage collector, so you think he can't write such a poem?"

Zhou Bingkun's words made Zhou Rong calm down and put away her eyes, "No, there is no distinction between high and low in work. I just think Lu Tian's poems are very special, unlike those written by people of our time."

Zhou Rong quickly changed the topic.

After hearing what Zhou Rong said, Hao Dongmei, who was sitting next to her, put down her bowls and chopsticks, nodded and said:

"Yeah, the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" just now is obviously Chinese style, but it reads the artistic conception of modern poetry. It's incredible.

Lu Tian, ​​can you tell us where your creative inspiration comes from and let us learn from it too?"

"Yes, Lu Tian, ​​I want to hear it too." Zhou Bingyi put down the wine cup and said.

Like his sister Zhou Rong, Zhou Bingyi is also a poetry enthusiast and a well-known poet in school. It is this talent that makes Hao Dongmei, the daughter of a senior official, fall in love with him.

In this special era, Lu Tian's song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" had such a soul impact that not only Zhou Rong, but also Hao Dongmei and Zhou Bingyi couldn't help themselves.

Lu Tian didn't know how to respond when he heard the Zhou family's words.

You can’t say you copied someone else’s lyrics, right?

But there must be an explanation, otherwise people will question how you created your work, and you may even be suspected of plagiarism.

Thinking of this, Lu Tiandao said: "Actually, writing poetry requires talent. When inspiration comes, your thoughts will flow like a fountain, and you can't stop it."

Lu Tian's answer was equivalent to no answer, but he couldn't fault it. Writing does require talent, especially poetry, and it also requires inspiration.

"Lu Tian, ​​you are right. Writing poetry does require talent.

However, there is a saying that literature comes from life but is higher than life.

Even if you have talent, you still need the accumulation of life and experience. I think there will always be a foundation that inspires your creative inspiration, right?" Hao Dongmei asked next.

It seems that I have to say something thoughtful. Otherwise, the Zhou family will not be convinced.

So, Lu Tiandao:

"Oh, that's right.

Usually, I love reading. If I read a lot, I will master the basic skills of choosing words and making sentences. With talent and inspiration, good works will come easily."

Lu Tian knew that he was a member of a young literary family and would not give up until he made it clear, so he had no choice but to lie in confusion.

Hearing Lu Tian mention reading, Zhou Rong thought of something and asked: "Lu Tian, ​​just now you told me that you have read "The Lord of Mysteries", and what else... What about the waker..."

""Da Feng Watcher"." Lu Tian reminded.

"That's right, "The Watcher of Da Feng". Not to mention having read these two books, I have never heard of them. Can you tell me what is written in the books?"

Zhou Rong suddenly flashed her beautiful eyes, waiting for Lu Tian's answer.

Lu Tian was a little tired of dealing with the probing questions from several people. If he kept asking like this, he would show his timidity.

However, it’s okay not to say it, so we can only continue to talk nonsense.

"Ah, these two are foreign popular novels. They have not been spread to China, so of course you have not read them. They are books with millions of words, and you can't explain a sentence or two clearly."

"Brother Lu." Zhou Bingkun listened with rapt attention and put down the wine cup, "The guy who wrote the watchman can also write millions of words? What kind of watchman is he?"

"That's the case with Bingkun. The protagonist was a watchman at first, but then he wasn't."

A lie requires more lies to cover up. Lu Tian finally realized the truth of this sentence.

But once the words have been spoken, there is no choice but to continue.

"No wonder, I just thought how could a watchman write millions of words." Zhou Bingkun said to himself.

…

At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door from the outer room.

Zhou Bingkun, who was sitting against the door of the inner room, quickly got up, left the inner room, and went to the outer room to open the door.

Opening the door to the outhouse, standing at the door was Guangzi Pian's neighbor, who was also his grandchild, Qian Chao.

"Qichao, what's going on is so hot, banging on the door. I just have a guest at my house, why don't you have a drink too." With that said, Zhou Bingkun let Sun Qichao into the house.

"Bingkun, it's urgent. Something big happened to Chunyan's family. Her sister asked me to find a few people to come and support her family." Sun Qianchao took off his black-haired cotton hat and gasped.

"What's the matter? My brother is also at home. Come into the room and tell me." After saying that, Zhou Bingyi led Sun Qichao into the back room.

Li Suhua heard what Zhou Bingkun and Sun Qianchao were talking about in the outer room just now. When he saw Sun Qianchao entering the room, he asked with concern: "Qianchao, what happened to Lao Qiao's family?"

"Auntie, that's it.

Just now, Chunyan's father had a few quarrels with the two men who were collecting garbage from his Gable Wall house. The two men who were collecting garbage were not good quarrels either. They slapped Chunyan's father several times and slapped him a few times.

gun.

After the beating, he was still ruthless.

How could Chunyan's family be so angry? They called a few neighbors and gathered the two people around to discuss the matter. These two people didn't know what kind of magical power they had, so without much effort, more than a dozen people from other places came from other places.

He said that he wanted to bring peace to Lao Qiao's family.

Sister Chunyan was afraid of suffering a loss, so she asked me to call more people to help." Sun Qianchao was out of breath and told the whole story.

"Then why don't you call me Uncle Gong? He is the policeman in charge of the production. Isn't it right to go to him if something goes wrong?" Sun Bingyi asked.

"Brother, if outsiders don't know, we don't know either. Little Uncle Gong can't protect himself, so how can he care about these things?

Bingkun, we are all Chunyan's children. If others don't step up, it will be unjustifiable if we don't step forward." Sun Qianchao pulled Zhou Bingkun and said.

Before Zhou Bingkun could speak, Lu Tian stood up and asked Sun Qunchao: "Of the two garbage collectors, one is tall and the other is a little lame."

"Yes, that's right, these two people. One has a long face and the other is lame." Sun caught up and said.

After listening to Sun Qianchao's words, Lu Tian knew clearly that the two people must be Luo Shibin and Shui Ziliu.