Reborn Cultural Empire

In the second day's class, Yang Yi was still writing, revising and revising on a pile of manuscript paper. After seeing it, several teachers just frowned and shook their heads and didn't care. There are many small messages with a dark side circulating below.

"Have you heard! That man knows that he has no chance in the high school entrance examination, and he seems to be planning to make a jump again. He wants to write a letter to the board of education!"

"Isn't it just a whole Jia Mazi? I really thought I was a Red Guard! Pointing at the position and doing special moves, I was thinking too much!"

……

He didn't bother to pay attention to these childish words at all, so he went straight to find Su Wan after school.

"Want to learn painting? Come with me." He sincerely extended an invitation to Su Wan, but unexpectedly the girl didn't look at her at all, and was about to leave after packing her schoolbag. Feeling very embarrassed, Yang Yi shook his head helplessly: "Even if I treat you Your help is unintentional, but after all, it helps you and you will not be exempted from punishment, right? You can’t just say thank you verbally! Also, if I were you, after someone told me that I could make my mother’s life easier, instead of going to When picking up vegetable leaves, I will definitely listen to him."

She frowned slightly, but she didn't feel the embarrassment and embarrassment that Yang Yi expected after being exposed and picked up the trash. Su Wan had no intention of leaving, but her tone was as blunt as ever: "Where are you going?"

Although they are more sensitive, they are able to calmly face the fact that the situation is exposed. This made Yang and the other girls look a little higher, so they apologized a little: "Whatever you want, the school's small garden."

After coming to the quiet garden at noon, Yang Yi organized his words carefully: "I know, you like painting very much, especially Chinese painting, don't you?"

The girl's grades are the same as Yang Yi's, at the average level of the public, so she is naturally not sought after in No. [-] Middle School, but just like Yang Yi's love of writing, Su Wan has a talent that is different from ordinary people in painting.

Su Wan looked at Yang Yi blankly, as a tacit consent.

"Then what do you think of comics?" Seeing Su Wan still shaking her head expressionlessly, Yang Yi thought for a while, took out a pen and paper, and wanted to give an example.

Then, when the reborn person pushed the profile picture of Sailor Moon that he had worked so hard to draw to Su Wan, the girl just glanced at it, and then asked in an almost undulating voice: "Manga? Dragon Ball?"

you are vicious!Yang Yi blushed, and did not explain what he was painting, but asked instead: "Probably that type, are you interested in this kind of Japanese manga style painting?"

Su Wan didn't make a sound this time, but for the first time there was a slightly more vivid expression on her face - contempt, extremely disdainful contempt.

Seeing Su Wan's expression, Yang Yi curled his lips: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Su Wan frowned and didn't answer, and turned to leave, but Yang Yi could see the disappointment hidden deep in the girl's eyes.

"I don't deny that traditional Chinese paintings have more artistic value than these cartoons. I also agree that it is beautiful to have ideals and pursuits, but this is all based on the premise that you can live well!" Yang Yi sighed deeply, thinking of himself The days of struggling in the previous life: "If you can't get enough to eat, you pursue those illusory things. Is your mind full of...water? Just rely on your third-rate grades to continue to struggle in third-rate high school, and occasionally you can secretly take out a paintbrush Painting, until the last day, I was so busy picking up vegetable leaves in the vegetable market that I didn’t even have time to paint?”

He actually meant to say "shit".

There were clouds passing by above her head, and when the bright sunlight pierced through the clouds, the light and shadow on Su Wan's face changed, flickering on and off, just like her current mood, but her expression remained unchanged.

"Okay, it's fine if you don't like cartoons, but what about cha paintings? Ancient cha paintings?" Yang Yi sighed, feeling that his tone just now was a little heavy: "You don't even like cha paintings?"

He really wanted to help Su Wan, but if the girl rejected even this, then he wouldn't have any better ideas for a while.

"Not quite..." Su Wan finished speaking halfway, but it was enough for Yang Yi to breathe a sigh of relief, so he took out the manuscript he had written in the past few days from his schoolbag and handed it to Su Wan.

This is?Su Wan took the thin piece of paper suspiciously, and changed the fate of the two of them in the future...

- We start with a file

Name: Zhao Kuangyin

Alias ​​(small name): Zhao Jiuzhong, Xianghaier

Sex: Male

Nationality: Han

blood type:? ? ?

Hobbies: female

Education: According to the current saying, they are the children of cadres in the military region

Occupation: Emperor

Family Origin: (at least four generations) is an official

Favorite color: yellow (no choice)

Motto: opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared;

All the stories start on March 21, [-]. Zhao Hongyin, an officer who served in the armies of Later Tang, Later Jin, and Later Han, gave birth to a baby boy by his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Du. Later the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin.

Every time an emperor is born, especially the founding emperors of various dynasties, there will always be some strange phenomena.

For example, it is windy and rainy, the room is full of red light, and the dragon and snake are born. In short, it has the same meaning-this baby is different from other children, and will be rich in the future (that is, being an emperor is indeed rich ).Zhao Kuangyin was no exception. When he was born, he was surrounded by red light and filled the room with a strange fragrance (this is the origin of Zhao Kuangyin's nickname Xiangbai'er).And the golden color all over the body, it slowly faded after three days (in fact, I doubt that this is acute jaundice of infants, who has this disease and can survive without treatment, which shows that he is indeed destined to be an emperor)——

……

The trees by the lake are constantly chirping, hot wind blows from time to time, the lotus leaves in the small pond sway gently, and red dragonflies startle up and land suddenly.

The picture was extremely quiet, and Su Wan was completely immersed in the historical story Yang Yi described to him, while the instigator was stretching boredly.

Looking at the girl's reaction, Yang Yi felt that he had taken the first step towards success.

Su Wan read slowly and carefully, and when she finally looked up, Yang Yi read at least two meanings from her eyes.

One: Show me this, what do you want to express?

Two: Is there any more?

"I'm writing a book, a historical science book, and what you read is the beginning." Yang Yi chose his words carefully, not wanting Su Wan to think it was a charity: "My book can definitely be published, but for the sake of To enrich the content of the book, I need to add some tea paintings, are you interested? I can give you a share of the royalties... You will never refuse a small request from your benefactor?"

Su Wan was stunned for a moment. She saw a candid and serious temperament in the eyes of her classmate who had never met her before. Obviously, this invitation was not a consolation on the spur of the moment. The boy's clear eyes made Ben feel that Yang Yi's proposal The very unreliable girl hesitated.

"The things you wrote..." The girl who was not good at words didn't know how to speak. If she had the right to question Yang Yi's usual performance, it would be too whimsical for a junior high school student to write a book and publish it.

But in front of her was a piece of paper full of unbearable words, and it was actually placed in front of her. Su Wan didn't dare to say whether the words were good or bad, but there was no doubt that she was deeply attracted.

"I really want to find a cha painter, but those who do this full-time are too expensive for me to hire!" Yang Yi's move is suspected of helping Su Wan find a reason, but he also really wants to enrich the content of the book .

"How to draw?" Su Wan returned to her usual expressionless face.

Seeing that Su Wan reluctantly accepted his proposal, Yang Yi cleverly got to the point: "This book is planned to be around a million words, and there are more than 100 places that need to be drawn..."

In his previous life, as a special contributor to the history edition of a well-known online community, Yang Yi was particularly interested in the history of the Tang, Song and Ming dynasties, and the most familiar of them was the Song Dynasty, which was the most controversial in history. The works can be regarded as successful: "For these tea paintings, I need two completely different styles."

very different?Su Wan shook her head suspiciously.

Yang Yi grinned, turned over the paper full of words, and wrote a paragraph: "Look at this first."

Su Wan took the paper and read silently from the bottom of her heart: "Knowing that you can't succeed, knowing that you will die, you still act generously. Generally speaking, this kind of behavior has many names, such as stupidity, overestimation, moths to the flame, etc. In the eyes of Westerners, this is an unbelievable behavior that violates logic. In ancient Chinese philosophy, this behavior has an appropriate name: knowing that it cannot be done. I firmly believe that this is exactly the It is the soul of our great nation."

"The country has been supporting scholars for 50 and [-] years, and it is today!"

"He used his life to tell us that conscience and ideals will never disappear, they will not die because of wealth, and they will not die because of power."

Su Wan was still chewing these few paragraphs slowly, and Yang Yi's voice sounded in her ear again: "This is a paragraph that will appear in the book in the future. When you describe them with your brush, you must be unremarkable. No demeanor, no softness, no elegance. Few strokes, bold and upright, really mellow and upright. It’s great to be able to do all of these!”

Su Wan's language foundation is far inferior to Yang Yi's. After she finally understood the meaning of Yang Yi's words, she couldn't help but re-examine this boy who surprised everyone. If she wants her to look at others like this on weekdays, then But it's impossible - even if many people don't care about Su Wan's opinion at all.

Few strokes, bold and aboveboard, really mellow and upright!Su Wan frowned and repeated, knowing that although Yang Yi's words were astonishing, she might not be able to describe them with a brush.

"Then it's another style." Yang Yi turned over the paper and clicked on the section on baby jaundice: "When you draw these paragraphs that I spoof, try to use a more q, entertaining, and exaggerated style of painting."

Su Wan didn't understand what "q a little bit" meant, but she still understood the exaggeration behind it. After all, it was something in the style of comics.

Since it is a book written by someone else, then do it!However, this Yang Yi who suddenly changed into a different person, is he so confident that his words can be transformed into a book exuding the fragrance of ink?

Su Wan didn't know where Yang Yi's confidence came from. Although she vaguely felt that the boy was very different from before, she still had doubts about his words.

It's just that she is always taciturn, and it's really not Su Wan's style to suddenly get to the bottom of it, so the girl who wears a rustic image and loses her identity nods: "When will it start?"

"The sooner the better, I want to publish the first volume as soon as possible, so that I can pay the sponsorship fee of the high school! I am not sure that I will pass the high school entrance examination!" Yang Yi scratched his head and smiled: "Tomorrow I will draw the content of the first volume. Want some for you?"

After nodding her head to indicate that she knew, Su Wan turned around and left without delay.

The girl gradually drifted away, and after she couldn't see the short fluffy hair and the oil stains on her pants, the back suddenly had a somewhat delicate and clear taste.