Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 195 He Banbi

He Ping flipped through Liu Jun and his group's brochures. Most of them were poems, many of which were unfamiliar and probably written by the students themselves.

There are also a few poems that He Ping has an impression of, which must be masterpieces that can impress him, and they are probably reprinted without the permission of the original author.Maybe the original author would be very happy if he knew that his poems had been reprinted by the students of Peking University.

This is the current situation. There is no such thing as intellectual property rights and genuine awareness in China these days. Although He Ping complains in his heart, he also knows that Liu Jun and the others cannot be blamed for this.

Liu Jun in front of him is just a poor student who is pouring his blood into poetry creation. His starting point is not for profit, but just to spread his and his classmates' poems and let more people know.

"There's no need for the lyrics. Compared with your poems, it's really not elegant." He Ping declined.

"Teacher, please be sure to agree to our request. Your song is really in line with the artistic conception of our poems. If it can be published, it will definitely attract wide attention from poetry lovers and will continue to be sung forever. Please be sure to agree."

Liu Jun simply bowed to He Ping to show his sincerity.

He Ping sang in public today because he was forced to pretend to be a slap in the face. Unexpectedly, something like Liu Jun happened. Seeing him bowing at ninety degrees with full sincerity, it seemed a little unreasonable for him not to agree. noodle.

"It's not very useful for you to write words."

"Teacher, don't worry about this. My classmate has learned piano since he was a child and is proficient in music theory. When you sang just now, he memorized your lyrics. He just picked up the score, and he can pick it up later when he goes back."

Liu Jun explained to He Ping.

Fog grass!

Are all the students of Peking University so awesome?

He looked at the silent male classmate wearing glasses beside Liu Feng.Memorizing the lyrics is not a skill, it is quite catchy in itself, at best it can be regarded as a better memory, but if you can pick it up after listening to the song once, it is a bit of a bullshit.

This talent is a bit inferior to Beijing University!

"In this case, then all right, you can go on board."

Liu Jun and his male classmate wearing glasses were overjoyed when they heard this, and bowed twice to He Ping.

"Hey, there's no need to do this." Just as He Ping wanted to help, the two stood up and helped each other out.

You guys are a little perfunctory in bowing, He Ping complained in his heart.

"Thank you so much, teacher." Liu Jun said.

What can He Ping do? The teacher called out several times, long and short, and he smiled gently: "Okay, you're welcome. It's fate to meet you, and there will be a chance in the future..."

"Ah!" The male student wearing glasses who had been silent for a while suddenly exclaimed, and he looked at Zhang Yu in surprise.

He Ping saw that it was Zhang Yu who took off his sunglasses just now, and the two young people didn't pay attention when they were talking to him. .

"Zhang Yu!" The male student wearing glasses couldn't help but yelled out, with surprise and surprise in his voice.

A reflexive smile appeared on Zhang Yu's face. This afternoon, He Ping was in the limelight. Sure enough, as long as he took off his sunglasses, he would still be the prettiest star in Shanghai.

He Ping hurriedly grabbed the silly girl who was about to move, and said to the young man: "Don't make noise, don't make noise, it's troublesome if people hear it."

The male student wearing glasses made comparisons with his hands and said in a low voice, "I understand! I understand!"

Then he gave a mysterious smile, even Liu Jun did the same.The two looked at Zhang Yu with surprised and joyful eyes, and then they looked at He Ping again, their eyes shuttled back and forth between the two, with meaningful smiles on their faces.

A teacher is a teacher after all!

You know a hammer!
He Ping scolded in his heart, two raw melon eggs, at first glance, there are some unhealthy things in his mind.

"Okay, I agree with your matter, that's all for today, let's go first."

It was inevitable that Ye Chang had many dreams, so He Ping greeted the two of them and prepared to pull Zhang Yu away.

Seeing that He Ping was about to leave, Liu Jun asked, "Teacher, we don't know your name yet."

He Ping pulled Zhang Yu along and replied, "Just call me He Banbi!"

Liu Jun looked at the backs of He Ping and Zhang Yu as they walked farther and farther away, and muttered "He Banbi", "He Banbi".

"Is this a pseudonym? It doesn't sound like a real name."

"Who knows, anyway, the teacher said it's called He Banbi, so let's write it as He Banbi, and there will be no mistakes."

"That's right. Hey, don't you think Teacher He's name is particularly domineering? How about I also have a name like this, and call it Liu Yitong?"

"Liu Yitong? Not good? You might as well be called Liu Yishou."

"I'll go to you, you just keep a hand. It's the one who dominates the country. Isn't Mr. He half of the country? I'll come to dominate the country and rub his talent."

"You can do it, don't make trouble. The pseudonym Xi Chuan sounds very nice."

The two classmates looked at He Pingyuan's back and had a heated discussion.

"Hey, what do you think is the relationship between Mr. He and Zhang Yu?" The male student wearing glasses said with an ambiguous expression.

Liu Jun rolled his eyes at him, "Need to say, even a fool can see it."

"That's a movie star!" The male student wearing glasses exclaimed.

"You also know that she is a movie star. Probably only people like Mr. He can attract her favor." Liu Jun looked at the direction where no one had been seen and sighed.

"It is said that since ancient times, a talented man and a beautiful man are a perfect match, and we, ordinary people, will never forget it."

It was getting late, and night fell.

Today's poetry recitation is over, because of He Ping's spoiler, the students who did not recite poetry later are a little bit dispirited, and the students on the lawn scattered away.

Cheng Siwei didn't leave, he looked down at the dilapidated guitar on the lawn, like the pride in his heart.

The Red House Western Restaurant was founded on Xiafei Road in 1935. It was originally called Lowe Restaurant, and it was the first French-style western restaurant in Shanghai. In the 40s, the Red House Western Restaurant was re-opened on Alpey Road (now Shaanxi South Road). The name of the restaurant was Xile Restaurant. Because the facade was painted red, it was called the "Red House" by business people who often went to parties for dinner. It is one of the oldest French restaurants in Shanghai.

In Shanghai, when people talk about the earliest Western food, the first thing that comes to mind is the Red House Western Restaurant. "If you eat Western food, go to the Red House", which used to be a colloquial phrase in Shanghai.

The gate of Jiaotong University is on Huaihai Road, and three kilometers east of the gate is the Red House Western Restaurant.

He Ping and Zhang Yu fought hard, and arrived at the red house within a few minutes.

(End of this chapter)