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

Chapter 49 Your talent will bloom sooner or later

Lu Tian shook his head, "Zhou Rong, that's not good. Actually, I don't care about this performance. I'm already at work, and it's not easy to be transferred. Just do my job well."

It's different for you. You haven't gone to work yet. No matter whether you leave Jichun to work or leave Jichun to go to the countryside in the future, performing well in this performance will be a plus.

You should also prepare carefully for your future.

By the way, Zhou Rong, if the poem you created is suitable for adaptation into lyrics, let me take a look and look for inspiration."

"Lu Tian, if I can't use my poems, I will just do whatever I want in front of you." Zhou Rong shook her head.

"Zhou Rong, I am from primary school and you are from high school. In front of you, I am just a master of the class.

Don’t forget, on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, your poem "Fireworks" was the poem that made me laugh."

"Beat? What do you mean?" Zhou Rong looked confused.

Thinking that he suddenly used words from decades later, Lu Tian quickly explained, "Diaoda means being much better than me."

"Oh, then I understand. It was just a coincidence that day. There is nothing worthy of praise. In fact, you don't look like a primary school culture. You are much better than me, a high school student who has been in high school for half a year."

Zhou Rong smiled slightly.

"No, you are really talented and knowledgeable, and I am just a little bit skilled.

Let’s do this, tomorrow you bring all the poems that you think can be turned into songs, and we will study them together.”

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhou Rong responded.

…

When I got home, it was almost six o'clock in the evening.

When Zheng Juan saw Lu Tian come in, she quickly got off the ground and said, "Brother Tian, the food is ready. I'll heat it up for you and you can eat it."

Looking at Zheng Juan in front of me, after a night of tenderness, her softness has become a bit more delicate and charming. She is as beautiful as she is beautiful.

Lu Tian's heart moved, he took her into his arms and said softly: "Juanzi, do you miss me?"

"Stop making trouble, it's not dark yet. If my mother comes over later, it will be terrible." As she said that, Zheng Juan gently broke away from Lu Tian's tightly hugged arms.

Zheng Juan was right. Although the two were married, they were not husband and wife after all. It would not be good for anyone to see them, even Aunt Zheng.

Thinking of this, Lu Tian reluctantly said: "Okay, I will listen to you."

After saying that, he took off his coat and hung it on the clothes hook nailed to the wall.

Not long after, Zheng Juan brought in a plate of scrambled eggs with green onions, a bowl of radish vermicelli, and Lu Tian's favorite wild vegetable dipping sauce from the outhouse.

Sitting opposite Lu Tian, Zheng Juan asked: "Brother Tian, do you want to have a drink?"

Lu Tian picked up his rice bowl, stared at Zheng Juan's face, and chuckled: "No, I'm afraid you won't let me hug you at night if you drink too much."

After listening to Lu Tian's words, Zheng Juan's cheeks turned slightly red, "You, can't you say something serious? If you do this, I won't live with you anymore."

Seeing the shy look on Zheng Juan's face, Lu Tian knew that some love words were just enough, but saying too many words would be obscene.

Thinking that Zhou Rong had said that she and Zheng Juan would go to Zhou's house to see off Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei this Sunday, she said:

"Okay, whatever you say is whatever it is. I'll tell you something serious this time."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Juan put down her bowl and chopsticks and asked.

Lu Tian also put down his bowls and chopsticks,

"That's right, Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei are going to Beidahuang next week. This Sunday, the Zhou family will see them off, so let's go too."

"Okay, then let's go together. Who told you, Zhou Bingkun?" Zheng Juan said softly.

"Oh, no, it's Zhou Rong. By the way, Zhou Rong went to work as a helper at the sanitation station and is now my apprentice." Lu Tian felt that the sooner Zheng Juan knew about this matter, the better. If he didn't say it, Zheng Juan would pass

If other people know it through their mouths, they will worry too much.

"Zhou Rong, have you become your apprentice?" Zheng Juan's heart tightened and her face changed slightly.

"Yes, the street sent some educated unemployed young people to various units. Zhou Rong came to my place and helped me write the blackboard newspaper."

Lu Tian could feel something strange about Zheng Juan, but he didn't explain too much.

After listening to Lu Tian's words, Zheng Juan did not ask any more questions, but simply said: "That's fine, we all know each other and it's easy to get along with the Zhou family."

I was serving the meal happily, but because of the mention of Zhou Rong, the atmosphere was a little strange.

Of course Zheng Juan knows what kind of girl Zhou Rong is.

Not only is the person good-looking, he is also well-educated and has a good background.

Although Lu Tian repeatedly emphasized that he had nothing to do with Zhou Rong, he only loved her in his heart.

But no one can say for sure about feelings.

As time goes by, it is not impossible to fall in love with someone else. Now that two people are working together, the possibility is much greater.

He and Lu Tian still have one year to register their marriage. No one can say what will happen in this year.

Of course Lu Tian could feel Zheng Juan's strangeness. Anyone would think about such things. If he didn't think about anything, he wouldn't be a lover.

However, Lu Tian knew better that many things would become more confusing the more they were explained, so it might be better to just pretend that nothing happened.

After dinner, the table was cleared.

It was completely dark. After washing up, Lu Tian impatiently hugged Zheng Juan onto the kang. Zheng Juan did not refuse and allowed Lu Tian to make mischief.

…

Sanitation station, land and sky workshop.

Zhou Rong copied the poem that she thought could be adapted into a song onto several pieces of stationery and handed it to Lu Tian.

Lu Tian took the letter and started reading it one by one.

I have read Zhou Rong’s poems,

Beautiful and graceful.

If it had been in the 1980s, it would have been spread by word of mouth.

But it doesn’t work now. No matter how you read it, it is too feminine, not masculine enough, and is out of touch with the main theme of the times.

After reading it, Lu Tian put the letter on the table and asked, "Zhou Rong, is that all?"

"Yes, that's all, do you think it's okay?"

Zhou Rong suddenly flashed her big eyes, eager for the answer.

Lu Tian was silent for a moment and said: "The poem is a good poem, and the lyrics are also good lyrics. Unfortunately, it is not suitable for this era. It is too advanced."

After listening to Lu Tian's words, Zhou Rong smiled slightly,

"Lu Tian, why are you saying exactly the same thing as what my brother said? He also said the same thing about me. However, I cannot write with the passion that I should have in these hot years, so my poems have never been published in journals."

"Don't worry, it will be fine in a dozen years." Lu Tian comforted him.

"Who can say clearly what it will be like in more than ten years. Lu Tian, if this doesn't work, there's nothing I can do." Zhou Rong sighed.

Seeing that Zhou Rong was a little discouraged, Lu Tian continued:

"Zhou Rong, your talent will bloom sooner or later, but not now. Well, I thought of a few lyrics and tried humming them. I think it's okay. You can listen to it."

"Okay, then you write down the lyrics first." Zhou Rong raised her head and her eyes lit up.

"Okay!" After saying that, Lu Tian picked up the pen.

A few minutes later, Lu Tian wrote it on the letter paper and handed it to Zhou Rong.

After Zhou Rong took it, she read it word by word:

"Mud covered the trouser legs, sweat soaked the back of the clothes

I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for

For whom, for the harvest of autumn, for the wild geese returning in spring

Full of passion, singing about youth without regrets

Looking across the horizon, looking forward to the return of our comrades with honors

Who are you and for whom?

My comrade, you will return with honor,

Who are you for whom?