China Entertainment 2004

Chapter 80 The Three-Line Romance Poem Contest
When Jiang Yu returned to the dormitory with her schoolbag on her back, Xiao Bing was lying dead on the bed.

"What's the matter, great poet?"

"When the books are in use, I hate less," Xiao Bing sighed, "Jiang Yu, why don't you think I didn't read more books back then."

Jiang Yu said: "You really want to study. I'm too embarrassed to point you out. You wanted to write a love poem for a girl, but you ended up holding back six words in three days."

"It's good to be able to hold it back," Xiao Bing got up from the bed and said, "I wrote two poems, but no matter how you look at it, something is wrong, Jiang Yu, can you help me with my staff?"

"Yeah," Jiang Yu snorted on the bed.

After he finished filming "Sweet Dreams", Lao Ma Benteng arranged an advertisement for "Kidney Treasure". He has been busy writing planning proposals for the past two days, which took a lot of brain cells.

Xiao Bing cleared his throat, and recited emotionally:
"like you
than like this fall

more"

"How about this one?" he asked.

Jiang Yu didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, "It's not good, there is another song?"

"Alright," Xiao Bing continued to recite:

"I love you
pity i'm not a poet

Couldn't say a better verse"

Jiang Yu finally opened his eyes and glanced at Xiao Bing.

Xiao Bing was taken aback, "Why, isn't it good?"

Jiang Yu said: "I also wrote a poem and read it to you."

"It's not a sentence

divided into three sections
It's called poetry"

I don't know when, young literary and artistic youths always fantasize that they are poets, write some nonsensical sentences, and then divide them into seven or eight paragraphs, and feel free to call them modern poetry.

In fact, it's boring and vulgar, with nothing new in it.

Xiao Bing said unconvinced: "You can write a poem. Although you are indeed a little more talented than me, it doesn't mean you can write poetry better than me."

"Are you sure I'm just a little more talented than you?"

"Uh," Xiao Bing struggled for a while, feeling that he still couldn't speak out against his conscience, so he could only say, "Although your acting skills are better than mine, you can also write songs, and you are more famous than me...well, you are much older. But it doesn’t mean you can write poetry, this is literature, do you understand?”

Jiang Yu nodded in satisfaction, "For your honesty, I will let you open your eyes today."

He took out a pen and paper, wrote a poem in three lines, and then threw it to Xiao Bing on the upper bunk.

Xiao Bing took it and read:
"I like you"

"The first line is false"

"The second line is also false"

What do you mean?
The first line is false, meaning "I like you" is false?

The second line is also false, that is to say "I like you is false" is false?

It took Xiao Bing a few seconds to understand the twists and turns here, and blurted out: "Then you can just write that I like you or not, why do you have to go around twice?"

Jiang Yu glanced at him, "This is called literature, understand?"

It's like Brother Xun wrote "There are two jujube trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree and the other is also a jujube tree", how can you look unique if you don't walk around you.

Xiao Bing bowed, "Well, it's really unique."

"Boss, please help me write another song," Xiao Bing said with a dog-legged expression.

"Now you know I'm called the boss? Why did you go so early?" Jiang Yu lay back on the bed again.

Xiao Bing quickly rolled down, rubbed his waist, beat his legs and took off his shoes.

Jiang Yu kicked him, "Go, get Dad a basin of water to wash his feet."

"Little Zunzhi," Xiao Bing rolled to fetch water.

Jiang Yu picked up the pen and paper, wrote another love poem, and then lay relaxed on the bed, thinking about opening the vest.

An actor who can write songs, or a singer who can act, is normal and does not attract attention.

If he still invests and makes movies, at most he is a bit talented, and everyone can accept it.

But if he can also write and write screenplays, this is a bit too versatile.

So Jiang Yu figured that he could take a pseudonym and open a trumpet account of a writer and screenwriter. First, he could deceive others, and second, he could make some arrangements in advance.

Of course, the friends around you must not be able to hide it, and there is no need to hide it, as long as you hide it from outsiders.

"The water is here, Boss, can you test the water temperature?" Xiao Bing really came in with a basin of foot washing water and put it in front of Jiang Yu's window.

Jiang Yu stretched his feet in, and the water temperature was just right, "Just for a love poem, what about you?"

"As for, too much, you are a full man who doesn't know a hungry man is hungry."

It turned out that the so-called three-line poem competition, in addition to selecting the best love poems, also served as a confession wall.

Contestants can write their own love poems on the card, attach the name of the person they like, and paste it on the display column, which is equivalent to a confession.

And the other party who received the confession can accept it, or pretend not to see it, so it won't be too embarrassing.

Needless to say, Xiao Bing had his eye on the girl named Ye Qing.

These days, he puts on the posture of a senior, showing all kinds of concern for others, and now seeing that his favorability is almost up, he is ready to take the initiative and win in one fell swoop.

Jiang Yu said: "He's only been in college for a few months, and you're already doing it. You're such a beast."

"Only a freshman girl is easy to deceive. When she has experience, it will be difficult to start."

"Are you really planning to trick someone into your hand?"

"I like her," Xiao Bing said as a matter of course.

"Is that what you call liking? You're a greedy person," Jiang Yu poked at him directly.

"Hey, Boss, no matter what you say, the footwashing water has finished typing for you, and this poem belongs to me," Xiao Bing happily climbed to the upper bunk with the poem in his arms.

Two days later, the three-line poetry competition on campus was in full swing.

Xiao Bing solemnly pasted the small cards on the display wall. The three-meter-long campus bulletin board has already been covered with colorful small cards, with all kinds of inexplicable sentences written on them, but it is full of young people. like.

The girls who came and went came and went in groups of three or four, tiptoeing to look over one by one. When they saw the names of their female companions, they laughed together, and when they saw their own names, they smiled shyly and felt joyful.

No matter whether you accept it or reject it in the end, being liked is always something to be happy about.

Liu Sisi strolled on the campus of the Film Academy, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a brown windbreaker, and black boots on her feet, she actually looked a bit tall and tall.

After all, it is a woman who has lost her first kiss, and she is completely different from those little girls who have never been seen before.

After returning from Hengdian, she has completely become a fat house. Every day, Liu's father and Liu mother take turns to dislike her. One dislikes her for not sleeping at night and getting up in the morning, and the other dislikes her for doing nothing and her acting skills are not good.

Liu Sisi's family knows her own affairs, and she is really not very good at acting.

After all, she is not from a major, nor is she that kind of talented person.

When she was in Hengdian before, Lin Yichen also complained about this, so Jiang Yu gave her a suggestion, she can come to the Film Academy to try the refresher class.

It is a one-year course, and you can go to it for the money, and you can learn a lot of professional knowledge about acting.

Liu Sisi remembered it in her heart.

Come here today to learn more about it.

Huh?Why are there so many people over there?

Liu Sisi was walking, and suddenly found a group of girls surrounded by a wall, who seemed very happy, so she walked over and followed the girls, staring at a pair of nearsighted eyes.

Most of the above are some straightforward or implicit expressions of love. For elementary school students, they may be a little childish, but for Liu Sisi and this group of college girls, they are just right.

Liu Sisi looked around, but didn't find any outstanding poems.

The only interesting song is the song "I like you, the first line is fake, and the second line is also fake". After I understood it, I smiled and understood the author's stalk.

"Look, this poem is pretty good," a girl suddenly called out, "I just don't know who it's for."

"The author is anonymous, this should not be his real name."

"It must be a pseudonym. This poem is so well written. Does our school still have such talented boys?"

"I remembered. I saw Anonymous in many magazines. This author has written many articles."

"That's right, I've read a lot of anonymous articles, and I've even heard his songs."

"Anonymous is really talented. This year's three-line poem competition, this poem should be the champion."

"..."

Several girls chattered and discussed.

Liu Sisi walked over curiously, found the small card, but was taken aback when she saw the familiar handwriting.

"The crab is shelling me, the notebook is writing me,
All over the sky, I fall on the maple leaves and snowflakes,

And you are thinking of me"

Liu Sisi's literary accomplishment is not high, and it was only after reading it several times that she gradually understood the feelings the author wanted to express.

It was probably a love destined to be fruitless...

Unlike other cards, the author of this poem did not leave information such as class, name, etc., but only signed a name: Anonymous.

This is an inexplicable pseudonym, but Liu Sisi looked at the familiar handwriting, and immediately recalled the figure of that person in his mind.

When she was in Hengdian, she deliberately asked for Jiang Yu's script, which was written in a lot of his handwriting, and Liu Sisi couldn't be more familiar with his handwriting.

It turned out to be that annoying guy.

He can also write poetry, will he also like someone?
For some reason, Liu Sisi felt a little lost.

(End of this chapter)