Entertainment: Becoming a superstar from the yearning

On Ye Chen's side, just after returning to the hotel, a phone call came.

He glanced at the unfamiliar number, and the caller ID was the landline number from the capital.

After I got connected, I asked before he had time to ask. The other party first introduced himself: "Ye Chen? I'm He Wenxiang, the one who commented on your Weibo earlier."

Ye Chen said happily: "President He, it's really thanks to you for helping me in a timely manner. Otherwise, I don't know what to do if they question me."

He had left his number in a private message with Chairman He Wenxiang, so he did not doubt the identity of the other party.

Besides, the phone number of the Writers Association can be verified by just checking it online, and there is no risk of being cheated.

"You, don't speak ill of me. If you dare to create a new genre, you must have confidence. If I help you speak out, it's just icing on the cake and speeding up the progress." He Wenxiang said.

"Anyway, I still want to thank President He for his help."

Ye Chen smiled, and asked again: "You keep calling?"

He Wenxiang replied: "Didn't I agree with you last time to invite you to join the Writers Association? Then I submitted the materials for review, and the review report came out today."

Although he is the president of the Writers Association, inviting newcomers in is to speed up the pace, and the results must be given after the review by the upper layers.

"Did I pass?" Ye Chen was a little excited.

He Wenxiang said: "Yesterday they said that they would have to wait for your novel to be finished before they were eligible to enter. I was afraid of hurting you, so I didn't call you, but just now, I received a new document and you passed.

"Thank you President He for your help." Ye Chen thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Those who have never been in this industry will not be too touched, but when he heard the news of passing, he felt very proud.

Don't think that He Wenxiang can do things conveniently, but he has the real material first, and his works can be recognized by others, otherwise why would they help you a stranger.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. After all, it has nothing to do with me."

He Wenxiang said: "In our line of business, in fact, it is very difficult to get in with novels alone. Even if you create a new genre, it is still just entertainment in the eyes of high-level officials, so my suggestion was rejected, and we have to wait for yours." It will be re-approved after the novel is finished."

Ye Chen wondered, "What's the matter with agreeing again today?"

"The reason lies in the two poems you published on Weibo this morning, which attracted the attention of a wide range of poetry lovers and jointly recommended you."

He Wenxiang didn't hold back, and explained with a smile: "Poetry is a literary work. After reconsideration, the higher-ups decided to change your result. When I got this good news, I immediately thought of it to make you happy too!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen didn't know what to say.

The video he posted on Weibo was originally intended to explain the origin of the poems to fans, but unexpectedly, it affected the ending of entering the Writers Association, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Unintentionally planting willows and willows into shade, unintentionally...Okay, okay!"

He Wenxiang repeated it several times, said hello twice, and hurriedly asked, "Did you write this poem recently?"

"It's the same as the previous two poems, it was written by the ancients." Ye Chen said.

He Wenxiang smiled and said: "Hey, you have a deep research on history. Li Bai and Wang Bo did appear in history, and your two poems are also in line with their experiences at that time. I want to hear how you can do it this time." Make up a story."

"Ahem, President He, this is an allusion, it's too ugly to make up a story."

Ye Chen was a little embarrassed, what he said was true, why did no one believe him!
at the same time.

In the office of the Beijing Writers Association.

He Wenxiang sneered, as if he didn't believe it.

He is the president of the Writers Association, and he has a certain understanding of history, but he has never heard of the two poems published by Ye Chen, and asked his friends around him, and they didn't know either.

A small number of people may also be in a blind spot of knowledge, but he has many friends, which does not affect him to find someone to verify.

So, he sent the poems to professional historians for help.

The answer given by others is: Based on the history they have mastered so far, these two poems have not appeared for the time being.

It is very euphemistic, but it clearly shows the fact that there is no history!

He Wenxiang raised the corner of his mouth, pressed the record button, and said, "Okay, if what you're talking about is an allusion, come on, make it up, and I'll listen."

"I said Mr. He, why don't you believe me!" Ye Chen rubbed his temples.

Fortunately, Li Bai and Wang Bo are masters of poetry, and anyone who can pass the Chinese can tell a thing or two, but he doesn't remember where this line of poetry came from.

After thinking for a while, he still had no impression at all, so he had to exchange two inspiration enhancements in the system, which respectively applied to ancient poetry and historical culture.

Afterwards, a myriad of information appeared in his mind.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, and said slowly: "In history, there are two poems involving 'unintentionally planting willows and willows forming shade'."

"The first one comes from the ancient precept "Zengguang Xianwen". The whole poem is "Planting flowers with intention but not blooming, but planting willows and willows unintentionally to make shade. There is nothing to do but the flowers fall, and the swallows return like deja vu."

"There is another poem that reads 'Willows and willows make shade without intention, Mo Dao has no intention but has heart, I put my heart on the bright moon, a spring night is worth a thousand gold' but this poem is a mishmash."

"The first two lines are diverted from other poems. The first line comes from Guan Hanqing's 'Deliberately plant flowers and don't bloom, wait for willows and willows to make shade', and the second line comes from Liu Yuxi's "The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is cloudless." But there is sunshine'."

"The last two sentences have not changed. They are from the myth of Fengshen Yanyi. Daji hates Bo Yixiao's "I put my heart on the bright moon, but who knows that the bright moon shines on the ditch" and Su Dongpo's "A spring night is worth a thousand gold. The fragrance is clear and the moon is cloudy."

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen said helplessly, "Old He, you should believe me when I say so much."

He Wenxiang shook his head, and said sincerely: "To be honest, I don't believe it, but I can check it out."

Ye Chen gave a "hmm" and said, "In addition to the myth of conferring gods, you should be able to find other historical figures involved, such as Su Dongpo, you must have heard of it."

"Hey, don't you say that I haven't discovered yet, isn't Su Dongpo a cook?"

He Wenxiang had indeed heard of Su Dongpo, but it was in terms of food.

In history, he invented the famous Dongpo pork in Jiangnan Province, but he never thought that besides traveling, this cook could also compose poetry!

"Su Dongpo has a lot of poems, I hated him especially when I was young." Ye Chen couldn't help complaining.

"When you were young?"

He Wenxiang grasped the key point and asked, "Have you heard these poems when you were young? Where did you hear them?"

Play with snakes!

Ye Chen broke into a cold sweat.

How can I explain this, I can’t say elementary school textbooks, there are no such things in elementary school textbooks in this world...

"this and that……"

He muttered for a long time, and stammered: "My grandfather likes to study history. When I was a child, he asked me to recite these poems after school, so that I could learn from the author."

"After school? Recite? Good, good!"

He Wenxiang patted the table and laughed loudly: "Ye Chen, you are very good. I understand what you mean. I will report to the higher-ups later and suggest that your poems be included in textbooks, so that elementary and middle school students across the country can be as good as you!"

"Ah, this!"

Ye Chen covered his forehead, looked up to the sky and sighed.

Brothers, I'm sorry!

If you want to blame, you can blame President He, his opinion has nothing to do with me!