From teaching to superstar

Chapter 324 Populus euphratica of "Highly Talented"
Afterwards, the fans lined up spontaneously.

Because of Hu Yang's attitude towards everyone and his promise beyond expectations, they still listen to their idols very much.

In addition, many of these fans are adults, more rational than minors.

There is no special situation, nor is it like those fifteen or sixteen-year-old children who are so crazy about chasing stars.

Soon, Hu Yang bent over and signed on the salute table next to him.

"Chen Lan, the name sounds nice, I'm still a student." Hu Yang asked with a smile when he saw that the first place was a little girl.

"Brother Yang, I like you so much." When she heard Hu Yang talking to her, she was so happy that she couldn't control herself.

"I also like your lovely fans very much. It is the greatest luck in my life." Hu Yang wrote his blessings while talking to her.

Does not affect his writing at all.

After she asked for an exclusive autograph, she quickly stepped aside.

Hu Yang just found out that they had to pay a price in order to get the signature earlier.

That is, the first ten cannot require two signatures.

Populus euphratica knew about it, but they didn't stop it. It's better for fans to solve some things by themselves.

And they agree with this plan.

Since Populus euphratica writes faster, most of the time is spent on simple chatting.

But no one is urging and people will feel bored.

Even though they wanted to chat with Hu Yang for a while, they knew it was impossible.

Being able to chat with idols alone is already satisfying, what more is there to ask for?

To know the fans of other celebrities, only certain diehard fans can meet and say a few words with their idols.

Time passed slowly.

A middle-aged uncle came to the front with an excited expression.

"Brother Yang, your songs are really nice. I have your songs on my phone and in the car. When there will be a concert or record, I must notify you in advance." He asked excitedly.

Everyone else who was still around pricked up their ears.

"Haha, thank you for liking these songs. The concert and record are already on the agenda, and they will be announced after a while. Don't worry." Hu Yang said with a smile.

Although the exact date has not been obtained, it can be known that there will be one.

Of course they are happy.

I couldn't help but smile on my face.

"Okay, I will definitely go then." He said with certainty.

"Uncle, you are so old, do you have the nerve to compete with us for tickets?" said a few people behind him.

Haha!

Everyone is happy.

Hu Yang also couldn't help laughing.

Then seeing his name typed on the screen of his mobile phone, Hu Yang praised: "Wang Xinghan, a good name, with lofty aspirations and aspirations, the person who named you must be very educated."

Hearing Hu Yang's praise, Wang Xinghan couldn't help laughing and asked, "Brother Yang, what do you say?"

"The journey of the sun and the moon, if it comes out of it; the brilliance of the stars, if it comes out of it. Do you think this name is good?" Hu Yang said with a smile while signing his autograph.

Wang Xinghan was slightly taken aback, he never expected that Hu Yang would use two lines of poems to praise his name.

I thought it would be a little compliment at best.

You know, there is no Cao Mengde in this world who is known as "a capable minister in troubled times, a traitor in troubled times", so they have never heard of the poem "Guan Canghai".

But Wang Xinghan doesn't know the specific meaning of these two poems.

But the people who heard it later understood it.

Seeing the bewildered eyes of others, I couldn't help but say: "The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from here; the galaxy's brilliant stars seem to come from here too."

"Brother Yang, are there any other lines in front?" The man asked Hu Yang after the translation.

"Well, that's right, the front is: facing the Jieshi in the east, you can see the sea; the water is so smooth, the mountains and islands stand tall; the trees are dense, and the grass is luxuriant; the autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are surging; The stars are brilliant, if they come out of it."

Hu Yang read the whole poem.

"Brother Yang, I still have a signature, please write this poem on it, okay?" Wang Xinghan begged hurriedly.

This is naturally no problem, Hu Yang wrote this song "Guan Canghai" on another blank paper.

Then he left under the envious eyes of everyone.

The next fan couldn't help but tentatively asked: "Brother Yang, can you write me a poem too?"

Hu Yang said regretfully: "This requires inspiration, and I really want to write a poem for each of you."

The young man's eyes were a little dim, but he still cheered up and looked at Hu Yang with a smile.

"If you don't mind, how about I try it?" After all, Hu Yang is still a soft-hearted person, let alone the child in front of him should be a junior high school student. "

I thought it was impossible to get.

Never expected a turnaround.

He was so excited that he kept nodding his head and saying yes.

Leisurely desires to compose Tao Ling,
There is a bird that flies at night and is named Fox Training.

At that time, I also laughed at Zhang Lihua,
The moon is bright and the wind is clear in Wuliuzhuang.

After more than a minute of meditation, Hu Yang wrote this poem on paper.

Then hand it to the boy.

He read it twice and didn't quite understand what it meant.

But soon he discovered that the words after the poem were his own name: Linghu Huaqing!

"Thank you Brother Yang, thank you Brother Yang," he thanked repeatedly.

Satisfied, he stood aside with the Tibetan poem written by Populus euphratica.

Envious voices surrounded his ears.

The fans behind also want it, and Hu Yang euphemistically expressed that it needs inspiration.

However, some people still got signed poems sent by Hu Yang.

Either it is acrostic or it is apocrypha.

Originally, some people complained about getting it, but Hu Yang didn't write for himself.

After all, there is no widowhood and inequality.

But it was soon pointed out that the person who got the verse.

None of their names are very frequently used names.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case, and it was also confirmed by Hu Yang.

The trace of resentment in my heart disappeared.

You can't blame Populus euphratica, you can only blame yourself for being too popular and rotten
Well, most of the time all you need is a reason or an excuse.

Slowly, only the last little girl remained.

Hu Yang looked at the pretty little girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, and asked with a smile, "Where are your parents?"

"Brother Yang, that's my second aunt." She turned her head and pointed to a woman in business attire outside the crowd.

Hu Yang casually looked over, and the other party nodded to Hu Yang with a smile.

He also responded with a smile.

"Can you tell me your name?"

She told Hu Yang her name.

"Yurouwen (ti, the fourth tone), should it be your name given to you by your grandpa or grandma?" Hu Yang asked with a smile
She widened her eyes and asked with an incredulous expression: "Brother Yang, do you know my grandma? My name was given to me by my grandma."

"I don't know. I guessed it. Unexpectedly, I guessed it right."

Then he said: "Hands are like catkins, skin is like creamy fat, collar is like grub, teeth are like gourd rhinoceros, gnat's head is moth eyebrows, smile is charming, and eyes are beautiful."

"I hope you will think of this poem in the future."

Although Yu Rouwen thought that she might get a poem.

But when I got it, it felt a little unreal.

"Second Aunt, Brother Yang wrote me a poem." She excitedly turned her head and shouted to her Second Aunt.

The fans around who didn't get the verse also looked at her enviously.

When I saw the signature and verses on the paper, I was relieved.

Because of catkins, this name is really rare.

In this regard, he could only look at her with envy.

Seeing that the signature was finally signed, Hu Yang showed a relaxed smile.

He straightened his waist and made a crackling sound.

The left hand rubbed the back of the waist without any trace, it was bent for too long.

(End of this chapter)