Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 270 You actually signed up for a poetry competition?

"Brother Qiang, what is the most explosive poem right now?"

"No need to ask, it was -" Hu Ziqiang sat up from the bed, suppressed his playful smile, put on a deep pose, and said in a deliberately hoarse voice:

"Ah! The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light."

Well, "A Generation" really exploded. In just two sentences, Gu Cheng explained that poetry is the art of minimalism and blank space.

"Who are the most popular poets now? Gu Cheng, Bei Dao, Mang Ke, Shu Ting?"

"I'll go, you idiot knows it." Hu Ziqiang glared. The so-called "idiot" here means that he has never seen this kid paying attention to poetry.

"Tell me, what are their masterpieces?"

"Hey! What do you mean, this vulgar money-making machine is now beginning to yearn for the literary and artistic circles?"

"You are a vulgar money-making machine. Now you have Bao Huazi in your pocket. If you report to my satisfaction, I will return home."

"Damn it, you should have told me about such a big thing earlier!"

Brother Qiang immediately started reporting.

Li Jiankun was also cramming for the moment. He had many famous works in his mind that were good, but he was afraid of running into them.

For example, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." It is really shocking, but the real person has already announced it. If he raised his arms and sang in a poetry competition, the people below may not be the same. Looking at him with a look on his face.

Secondly, poetry has the characteristics of the times and even the characteristics of the group.

For example, Wang Guozhen's poetry was very popular in the 90s. In one year, it was called "Wang Guozhen's Year" by the literary and art circles, attracting countless young men and women to flock to it.

However, it is recognized in the industry that his poetry is very simple and straightforward.Some high-level intellectuals do not admit that his poems are poems at all.

It was expected that his poems would not be very popular in Peking University's poetry competition these days.

To put it bluntly, Li Jiankun wanted to understand the market conditions.

Wait for the market analysis to be complete, and then filter it in your mind and find what you need.

Brother Qiang babbled for a long time, pouring out all the poetry ink in his stomach to him.Damn the power that cannot be surrendered, the poverty that cannot be moved, and the real benefits that fall into your hands are the last word.

It should be said or not, economics makes people realistic.

"Jiankun, at this juncture, why are you still working on poetry? Have you prepared your graduation thesis?"

Beside the window sill, the big brother who was busy writing at his desk turned his head, his face full of concern and worry.

The current status of the three of them is that as long as they hand in their graduation thesis, review it by their tutor, and pass their defense, they can pack up and graduate at any time.

"I'm thinking about it." Li Jiankun said vaguely.

If he didn't capture Miss Shen, would he be able to graduate?Wouldn't that be a missed opportunity?

When talking about this topic, the three brothers unconsciously extended it to their future direction.

Needless to say, Gao Jinxi, from the moment he stepped into Yanyuan, his goal of achieving success in his studies and returning to benefit his hometown has never wavered and is as solid as a rock.

As for Li Jiankun, the two of them had already seen that he would not be able to enter the system, and it seemed that he was overdoing his job.

Cover your own waves.

Then there is only one Hu Ziqiang left among those who are struggling to graduate.

"I probably should stay in Beijing." Brother Qiang sighed.

Although his desire to be like Big Brother is admirable, he decided to stay in the center of the capital based on his own situation and considering that his hometown was poor in resources and mainly focused on agriculture. He felt that there was really no room to display his ambitions.

They are lucky. As graduate students, they at least have a choice.

Li Jiankun said: "Brother Qiang, you are actually a little worried. Although there are more opportunities here in the capital, many inherent forms are difficult to break."

"The one who knows me is Kunzi!"

After studying for two and a half years, the three of them have a clear consensus on at least one point: the planned economy has great disadvantages.

Yet it is deeply ingrained.

"Nanfang. Brother Qiang, Nanfang, you can think about it."

"Are they the places where special zones are planned to be established?"

"Yes. With your enthusiasm for serving the country, you will definitely achieve great things when you go there."

"Kunzi, I like what you say. OK, I will consider it carefully."

Li Jiankun also made very cautious suggestions when he wanted to send Brother Qiang to the Southern Special Administrative Region.Brother Qiang's character is not suitable for the inherent system in Beijing, but if he is given a living pool, he will definitely create quite a splash.

He is better able to adapt to the future world than most people.

In the evening, at the entrance of Xueyi cafeteria.

<divclass="contentadv">Li Jiankun and Shen Hongyi met as promised, and the latter handed over a thick stack of 16-karat paper, which was densely covered with Juanjuan's beautiful pens, and there were pictures in some places, such as the defecation of pig pens. design.

It can be seen that Miss Shen is serious and rigorous in her work.

Where can I choose?

Li Jiankun flipped through it casually and was very satisfied. He put 500 yuan wrapped in a white handkerchief into her hand.

Shen Hongyi looked around, not daring to open it. She could only feel the thickness, and her little heart was beating fast.

I have never handled so much money in my life!

"Okay, put it away. If you don't make money from a big dog, you won't make it in vain. What are you worrying about?"

"I didn't think anything of it when I just heard the number before, but now I have it in my hands... Senior Li, with such a reward, isn't this job too easy?"

You know, for 500 yuan, a worker with an intermediate professional title will have to work without food or water for a whole year.

"What do you care about him? People dare to give it to you, but you don't dare to ask for it? You think it's not difficult to get things just because we are college students in Yanyuan. For a rich man from the countryside who has not studied much, you let him go to school Where can I get this information?”

Li Jiankun was so relieved that Shen Hongyi thought a lot.

"Senior Li, let me treat you to dinner. Whatever you want to eat is up to you!"

"Okay."

This was Shen Hongyi's most domineering moment at Yanyuan Canteen. She ordered three large meat dishes: grilled elbow strips, dry-roasted pork, and braised shrimps, plus two kinds of seasonal vegetables.

Both of their national aluminum lunch boxes were filled to the brim.

Nowadays, there are so many students in the school that it is really hard to grab seats.I can only hold my lunch box and squat by the wall to eat.

Miss Shen has a typical pear-shaped figure. The top she wore today was relatively short, but the pants were very fat. After squatting like this, her side still showed a round and plump arc.

Li Jiankun was drooling while eating meat.

He had hugged those tight waists in his previous life, so he missed them.

He thought that after he officially confirmed his relationship with Miss Shen, he must transform her into the most beautiful clothes just like his second sister. That would be beautiful and delicious.

Although Miss Shen is not as plump as the second sister, she is beautiful in her own way, small and delicate.

"What, I signed up for a poetry competition."

"Ok?"

Shen Hongyi turned her little face sideways, her cheeks bulging like a prairie dog that had been interrupted from stealing food, and her almond-shaped eyes like black agate widened, thinking that she had heard something wrong.

"Senior Li, have you signed up for the poetry competition?"

"Ah."

"belch!"

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Hongyi? Are you okay?" Li Jiankun didn't care about anything else and hurriedly patted her on the back.

"No, no, no, I choked." Shen Hongyi smiled, her face slightly red.

She wanted to sign up for a while, but didn't dare.

This poetry competition is unusual. The background is that poetry is becoming more and more popular. There are more and more poetry clubs in Yanyuan, and there are more and more poetry club members.

The reason is that various poetry societies are not convinced by each other. The so-called literati are in contempt of each other. There are often quarrels in private. They all think that the works of their own poetry society are superior. Some poetry societies have published their works and openly provoked the May Fourth Society. This is even more so. Don't mention that you don't take Morning Society seriously.

The May [-]th Society and the Morning Society were also angry. After summing up, they came up with an idea: Okay, you are both so awesome, why not practice together.

Therefore, the smell of gunpowder is very strong. It is a real poetry competition, and those who dare to sign up are all masters of various poetry societies.

Shen Hongyi was a little confused. Senior Li, who didn't seem to have any works, was the first one to be nominated?

Even if he has the title of special advisor, the agency won't review it?

What if... I get embarrassed on stage?

Miss Shen didn't know that the Morning Club had indeed checked and Li Jiankun didn't want Bilian - and he didn't plan to do so anymore.

I threw out a song called "Life" written by Bei Dao in the late 80s.

There is only one word in the whole poem - net.

Too much blank space gives people unlimited imagination, and it just scares the backbone of the Morning Club.

Of course, he also patted his chest and promised that he had more poems.

Relying on his past contributions to the club, it is not easy to have an opportunity to participate.