When I was five years old, I helped my mother do test papers live, and I became popular

"Hello, I'm an official employee of the Douhu platform. My surname is Dai. May I ask you, Lin Shiqing, Ms. Lin?"

A female voice came from the phone.

"I am." Lin Shiqing asked politely, "What can I do?"

"That's it, Ms. Lin, our platform is very optimistic about your live broadcast room, and I would like to ask if you have any intention to sign a contract. If you want to sign a contract, the treatment we give here is that of a first-line major anchor."

Ms. Dai explained carefully.

After a moment of silence, Lin Shiqing politely refused: "I'm sorry, Ms. Dai, I have no intention of signing a contract. Live broadcasting is my hobby, and I don't want to develop it into a job."

"Ms. Lin, I think you have misunderstood. We want to sign a contract with your son, not you."

Ms. Dai smiled and said.

The harm is not high, the insult is great.

After being stunned for a moment, Lin Shiqing asked persistently: "Miss Dai, look, am I more suitable to be an anchor than my son? My son is only five years old, how can he be an anchor?"

"You are also suitable, but your son is more suitable and has more potential!"

Ms. Dai said.

"Uh……"

Lin Shiqing leaned next to Ye Xiaotian and asked in a low voice: "Xiaotian, do you want to be an anchor?"

"so so!"

Ye Xiaotian said casually.

"What do you usually mean?"

Lin Shiqing thought for a moment, then continued to ask: "If the Douhu platform needs to sign a contract with us, Xiaotian, tell me, should we sign a contract with them?"

"If mom, you want to be an anchor, sign a contract with them!"

Ye Xiaotian said.

"how about you?"

Lin Shiqing asked.

Ye Xiaotian said: "My future lies in the sea of ​​stars, not as an internet anchor."

"Ambition, this point, you follow me!"

Touching Ye Xiaotian's head, Lin Shiqing praised.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Dai, neither our mother nor our son intend to sign a contract."

Lin Shiqing said regretfully.

"If you want to sign a contract, remember to find me."

Ms. Dai said politely.

……

Qingbei University.

Ye Jiaying, who had just returned from class, sat on a wooden chair, picked up a book, and read it with relish.

A 15-year-old girl with a delicate appearance walked in Lianbu and said, "Grandma, there is a message in your mailbox."

"Oh?"

After putting the book down, Ye Jiaying asked suspiciously, "What information?"

Since her eyesight declined 10 years ago, Ye Jiaying no longer played with her mobile phone or looked at the computer.

Naturally, there were no letters from anyone in the mailbox.

"About the remnant poem "Climbing the High"."

Zhang Tingting said: "Someone rewrote this poem and sent it over."

"Tingting, hurry up and read to grandma."

Ye Jiaying was a little excited.

When the poem "Climbing the High" was first dug out, there were a lot of writers who wrote it up, but none of them were satisfactory.

With so many people hitting the south wall, it is obvious that it is difficult to make up, so fewer and fewer people dare to make up.

Although Ye Jiaying doesn't believe that someone can complete this poem, it's okay to listen to it. If she gets inspiration from it, she can complete it!

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick."

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass stops when you're down and out."

Zhang Tingting read out one by one.

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

Ye Jiaying muttered to herself, her cloudy eyes brightened up, she seemed to be ten years younger.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Unable to help clapping her hands, Ye Jiaying stood up and walked back and forth excitedly.

"Is this poem really so good?"

Zhang Tingting asked with curious big eyes. In her opinion, these two lines of poems are the same, isn't it just that the tree falls and the river rolls in?
boom!
Ye Jiaying gave Zhang Tingting a big bang, and corrected: "The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. These are two lines of poetry, not a line of poetry. Usually, you should study Chinese hard, don't always study mathematics, and you must study hard." Both the rain and the dew."

Zhang Tingting stuck out her little tongue.

Picking up a cup of tea and taking a sip leisurely, Ye Jiaying said: "Looking up at the boundless and rustling leaves, looking down at the rushing and rolling river water. While writing the scenery, I deeply express myself feelings."

"'Boundless' and 'Endless' make the "Xiao Xiao" and "Rolling" more visual, not only reminding people of the sound of falling wood and the turbulent shape of the Yangtze River, but also conveying the feeling that time is fleeting and ambition is hard to pay sad."

"Through the gloomy and desolate couplets, it shows the superb writing power, and it does have the majestic momentum of 'Jiangsu Zouban' and 'Baichuan Dongzhu'. Looking at ancient and modern times, these two poems are really the pinnacle of the sentence. ah!"

"In the past 50 years, this is the most consistent supplementary writing that I have seen. It is seamlessly connected, and it is almost as if it was written by Du Fu."

Having said so much, Ye Jiaying remembered something and asked, "Who made up this?"

"The owner of the mailbox is a person named Lin Shiqing. I don't know any other information."

Zhang Tingting spread her hands and said.

"Lin Shiqing?"

After thinking for a while, Ye Jiaying was sure that she had never heard of this person.

However, the person who can write "Boundless fallen trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in", how could it be possible for someone from an unknown family? He must be a literary rookie who has just emerged.

"Tingting, go to Baidu, the name Lin Shiqing."

Ye Jiaying said.

"Find a dance teacher."

Zhang Tingting looked at the phone and said.

"That's not it."

Ye Jiaying shook her head and said, "It should be a writer or poet."

"grandmother."

Zhang Tingting suddenly said: "Let's go back to the email and ask, don't we know who this Lin Shiqing is?"

"I can not wait anymore."

Ye Jiaying said: "Write me her email account."

Coming to the living room, Ye Jiaying made a call and asked, "Is this Xiao Liu?"

"It's me, Professor Ye, what's the matter?"

Glancing at the paper, Ye Jiaying said: "I will give you an email account, and within an hour, I will ask for all the information and information of the owner of this email account."

"OK!"

After half an hour.

A piece of paper appeared in Ye Jiaying's hand, with Lin Shiqing's information on it.

"A senior graduate of Beichen University, majored in financial management?"

Ye Jiaying frowned, and muttered to herself, "It's still an anchor on the Douhu platform!"

"Douhu Live, I have this app on my phone."

Zhang Tingting raised her hand and said.

Putting the phone on the bracket, Zhang Tingting began to search for Lin Shiqing.

Ye Jiaying took out her presbyopic glasses, put them on, and stared at the phone screen.

in the live room.

A big immature face appeared.

"Why is it a brat?"

Zhang Tingting said in surprise.