Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 200 Cao’s thief Bao Guowei? "You are April in the world"

Bing Xin, formerly known as Xie Wanying.

I just finished my visit abroad last year and returned to China at the end of the year.

She has a simple face and cannot be regarded as a woman with the previous sign.

She has been highly praised in history, but there are also many flaws in such people.

The two most typical cases are "My Wife's Living Room" and "Simmons at War".

The former is jealousy, and the latter is "nobility".

In later generations, almost everyone knew about the grievances between Bing Xin and Lin Huiyin.

It is said that the article "My Wife's Living Room" was intended to satirize Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng at their home in Shanghai to receive people from the cultural circles and launch cultural salons.

The words are sarcastic both inside and outside the other person's admiration of foreign countries, self-esteem and pretentiousness.

Let’s not talk about who is right or wrong between the two.

Lin Huiyin lowered her head implicitly, obviously not daring to meet Bao Guowei's eyes, and she said in a low voice.

Bing Xin noticed everyone's gaze, and the secret joy on her face flashed across her face. Her facial bones were protruding, so her face looked very rough.

Before Lin Huiyin could react, Xie Wanying on the side curled her lips in an incomprehensible manner.

Of course, Lin Huiyin was not to be outdone and sent someone to deliver a jar of Shanxi mature vinegar to Bing Xin. The irony was very obvious.

Bing Xin, who was 30 years old at the time, also felt that he was quite handsome after meeting Bao Guowei.

"All the belongings will be transported away in a registered truck obtained through connections, while hundreds of people with truly important positions are not allowed to travel because of gas restrictions. She must be too valuable to our country!"

Seeing the eager expressions of the people around him, Bao Guowei couldn't help but be speechless.

A sly smile appeared on his face.

"The blue of the sky fell in love with the green of the earth, and the breeze between them sighed 'Hey!'"

After Bao Guowei turned his attention elsewhere, the expression on Bing Xin's face was obviously a little disappointed.

Bao Guowei also nodded and did not interact with her more.

Do these people really think they are masterpiece-making machines? You must know that poems should have corresponding moods to deal with. If I copied too many poems in one breath, it would obviously be too fake.

Therefore, Bao Guowei is still very convinced of Lin Huiyin's poetry level.

"She and her husband abandoned their comfortable living room life and first went to Kunming. Lin Huiyin was seen carrying bottles of oil and vinegar on the streets of Kunming. The United States hired the couple to give lectures, but they refused on the grounds that they should stay in the motherland for a while. Suffering. They are really so brave now, accepting the fate of suffering that God has sent to the motherland."

It is difficult to handle interpersonal relationships in a short period of time. Later, I was criticized and boycotted by celebrities such as Zhang Ailing and Brother Xun. This is also the reason why.

During the Anti-Japanese War, transportation resources were extremely tight, and people fleeing the war could not even buy a boat or bus ticket.

Compared with her in the textbook, Bao Guowei felt that the other party was an extremely fragile and sensitive person on the inside, but she still had to maintain a pure appearance.

"I'm also reading the book "Guns, Germs and Steel" and I understand a little bit."

Bing Xin is obviously more interested in the two poems "A Generation" and "Answer" than in her large works.

At this time, Xu Zhimo stood up and said: "Haha, Bingwen's talent is known to almost everyone!"

Lin Huiyin once commented on the other party in this way in writing.

Here is another thing.

She said implicitly: "Hello Bingwen, I am Bing Xin. I really like those two poems of yours."

The movement just flashed away, and then it was replaced by a kind smile.

He turned to look at the dazzling Lin Huiyin and said: "I heard that Miss Lin is not only accomplished in architecture, but also has good abilities in poetry and prose. I have long admired her as a talented woman. I wonder if I can let everyone see it."

Compared with Lin Huiyin's appearance, it is naturally much different.

He still hated complicated interpersonal relationships, especially the intrigues between many women, and wished he could stay far away.

"In this case, if Brother Bingwen doesn't leave a few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, how can you live up to everyone's expectations of you!"

Not to mention the various modern poems she subsequently published in the "Poetry Magazine" magazine.

Mr. Bing, on the other hand, carried his bulky Simmons mattress with him wherever he went. He bluntly said that it was difficult to sleep without it, which became an extremely heart-wrenching piece of news at the time.

Bao Guowei just recalled these deeds and had a basic evaluation of the two people.

Lin Huiyin himself was evaluated in this way by the writer Li Jianwu during the national crisis.

"That makes sense!" Upon hearing this, the literati nearby began to boo.

Perhaps feeling that this was not enough, Bing Xin added again.

In Bao Guowei's memory, when Tagore visited China six years ago, it was Lin Huiyin, Xu Zhimo, Liang Sicheng and others who received him.

This is the origin of "Simmons at War".

The struggle between the two people is not shown at all. At least during this period of time, the two people are still good sisters on the surface.

Finally, Tagore also wrote a poem for Lin Huiyin as a gift.

Everything that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Now that he has stolen the limelight, he still has to keep a low profile as much as possible.

"Hello."

"Mr. Bingwen is ridiculous. No matter how much Huiyin likes literature, it can't compare to your two masterpieces! Besides, I don't have any good works."

In fact, in the eyes of others, Bao Guowei's words are a bit strange.

It's like a king-level game player telling a diamond-level player, "Your operation is really good. Please teach me."

It even feels a bit pretentious.

Xu Zhimo immediately came out and said: "Hey, Bao Bingwen, you didn't want to write, so you pulled Miss Lin out to take the gun. Among this group of people, the only one who can match your poetic talent is Dai Wangshu." That guy is gone."

After saying that, everyone turned their attention to Dai Wangshu and found that the expression on this guy's face looking at Bao Guowei was like that of a fanatical supporter, with drool dripping from his mouth and the sound of "Ababa, Ababa, Ababa".

Shaking his head helplessly, Liang Sicheng said with a smile: "Bingwen, don't bully Huiyin. No matter what, her poetry talent is not comparable to yours."

"There are no masterpieces. Isn't your article "You Are April in the World" very expressive?"

Bao Guowei still felt strange. He only remembered that Lin Huiyin had an extremely famous poem, so he blurted it out.

As soon as he said it, he regretted it and was stuck there, not knowing how to continue.

Damn!

Bao Guowei roared in his heart, "You are April in the World" is a poem written by Lin Huiyin in 1934.

Now there are still four years until this poem appears!
Moreover, to a large extent, this poem was written for Lin Huiyin's son's birth.

She had just married Liang Sicheng at this time and had no plans to have children yet!

For a moment, Bao Guowei was silent, not knowing how to come back.

Everyone in the venue was very strange and somewhat confused.

Xu Zhimo pondered these words and couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

"April April. What a wonderful metaphor. Lovers, relatives, and important people are just like the warm sun and vibrant scenes in April. This name is so good. I’d love to know what’s next.”

Bao Guowei looked at the other party speechlessly. He didn't sigh when he should. If he said a word of emotion at this time, how would he end up?
Liang Sicheng was also a little surprised. He turned to look at Lin Huiyin and asked, "Huiyin, have you ever written this poem? It sounds really good." Some women in the venue booed and said, "Hey Huiyin, you did it?" I have written such a good poem, why should I hide it and not tell everyone?"

"Yes, yes, why is it that only Mr. Bao Bingwen knows?"

Lin Huiyin looked at Bao Guowei in astonishment, frowning tightly, as if confirming it in his mind.

After thinking again and again, Lin Huiyin solemnly shook his head and said.

"Perhaps Mr. Bao remembered it wrong? I have not written any similar poetry."

She may have thought it was impolite to speak like this, so she added.

"But the name of the poem sounds like it to me very much. It feels like it was written to my heart."

Bao Guowei couldn't help but hold his forehead. Of course you feel that it was written from the bottom of your heart, because you wrote it yourself.

Bao Guowei actually had no intention of copying too many works of people of this era.

After all, every work is the hard work of the creator. If the creator has not yet appeared, it is easy to say, but it is only a few years later to create other people's works in advance. It still feels a bit inappropriate.

But at this time, Jiang Baili laughed beside him and couldn't help but joked.

"Don't you see it? This is Bingwen's new poem. I just told you through Miss Lin's words."

"Oh~" Everyone nodded as if they suddenly understood.

Xu Zhimo shook his head repeatedly, almost scolding Bao Guowei for being a pretentious person. This was too much of a pretense.

But he still couldn't help but be jealous, why couldn't he be like this? If I could excel like this, would the results be different?

But Dai Wangshu was completely different. He didn't know when he took a notebook and a pen in his hand, as if he wanted to write down every sentence of Bao Guowei.

"Bingwen, just say it, I'll keep it in mind for you."

Bao Guowei let out a breath, and there were countless things in his heart, and he didn't know whether to spit it out or not.

It can only be said that these celebrities in the literary circles of the Republic of China basically have quite individual personalities.

Xu Zhimo's predecessor Lin Huiyin married his good brother, but he was still able to hold cultural gatherings without changing his expression and talk and laugh together.

Xu Zhimo has always maintained his fantasy about Lin Huiyin in his heart, but Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng can still be honest with him.

In Xu Zhimo's life, from Zhang Youyi to Lin Huiyin, and finally to Lu Xiaoman, no one was a legendary and beautiful woman.

If we look at the evaluation standards of future generations, this person can basically be regarded as a complete scumbag.

Seeing that Bao Guowei had not responded, the crowd included women such as Bing Xin, Su Xuelin, Pan Yuliang, etc., as well as men such as Jiang Baili, Dai Wangshu, and Xu Zhimo.

They all laughed and shouted, "Please give me a poem from Mr. Bao!"

"Please give me a poem from Mr. Bao!"

The uniform voice made Bao Guowei open his mouth. He didn't expect that things would develop to this extent. His face turned unexpectedly red. It was because these people had high status and their behavior was too respectful.

After thinking about it, I felt a little relieved. I was standing in the third-person perspective and saw the development of history and the status of these people in history, so I was so surprised by their appearance.

But they are completely different. In the eyes of people like Xu Zhimo, Bao Guowei is the truly legendary figure.

At the age of only seventeen, you have achieved such an achievement. What will happen in the future? It's really unimaginable.

Nodding, Bao Guowei could only follow the good example.

Since I have already said the name of this poem in advance, it has changed the original historical development.

If it is not spoken out, there is no guarantee that this poem will be buried in history.

Glancing at Lin Huiyin, there was also expectation in his eyes.

Bao Guowei nodded and said: "In that case, I will write a modern poem with the title "You Are the April Day in the World"!"

"Haha, Bingwen said it doesn't matter." Hearing that Bao Guowei wanted to make it fresh, Xu Zhimo felt that he had cheated him and seemed very happy.

And with the expectant eyes of everyone, Bao Guowei walked step by step into the flowers of late spring.

Under the warm sunshine, the air is filled with the elegant fragrance of pansies. Taking a gentle breath, you feel comfortable all over.

At this moment, although it is May, it is still April on the lunar calendar.

Therefore, this song "You are April in the World" is also appropriate.

Bao Guowei was pacing in the yard, holding a cup of warm tea in his hand, with the amber-colored tea liquid swaying in his hand.

Really like the poets of ancient times.

Xu Zhimo shook his head, smiled and said jokingly: "This Bao Bingwen is very talented, but he still has a young temper, and he needs to be more particular about his poetry."

Lin Huiyin said calmly: "Let's see Mr. Bingwen how to write this poem."

She felt very friendly as soon as she heard this poem, and naturally became more curious about its content.

At this time, Bao Guowei had already spoken the first paragraph.

His voice was ups and downs, without any impurities, as if blending into the garden in spring.

"

I say you are April in the world;

The sound of laughter lights up the wind on all sides;

The lightness dances and changes in the light of spring.

"

As soon as he said this sentence, there was a loud cheer from the venue.

"it is good!"

Everyone was still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, but they heard a very sharp cheer.

As if his sweet dream had been shattered, he looked angrily in the direction of the sound.

After realizing it was Dai Wangshu, he immediately looked away.

If it was this person, it would be no surprise.

Xu Zhimo pondered.
Liang Sicheng savored it carefully
Lin Huiyin frowned and pursed her lips, but it could be seen that she loved these words very much.

Bao Guowei spoke slowly and was interrupted again. Everyone was also confused.

Jiang Baili couldn't help but ask: "Brother Bingwen, you started with this paragraph. Is there anyone you want to tell?"

"Of course." Bao Guowei nodded and turned his attention to Lin Huiyin again.

"Actually, I got the inspiration for this poem after seeing Miss Lin Huiyin. Especially after reading her related deeds, these sentences came naturally."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the venue, and everyone's expressions were extremely strange.

After hearing this, Liang Sicheng couldn't hold himself any longer, and his head was full of question marks.

what happened?

You, Bao Guowei, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, also want to imitate Cao Cao?

Bao Guowei, are you a "Cao thief"? ! !
(End of this chapter)