An anchor in redemption

Chapter 229 [228] Those who want to train great poets, Meng Tianjiao! !
When the middle-aged man finished talking with Han Junwei, he was far away by the river on the side of Chenggoutan.

Meng Tianjiao, who was still fishing at this time, finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart because of the phone call from Han Junwei just now, and said to Han Qingjun; "Who was that person just now? He called you and said that you wrote What is poetry? Do you know how to write poetry??"

"Ah, oh, the person who called me just now is my cousin Han Junwei. He didn't say what poems I wrote. He said that my poems were liked by people from the Poetry Association. Someone wanted me to join the Poetry Association or something, so I refused." Han Qingjun, who was fishing with Nini in his arms, smiled back at Meng Tianjiao when he heard Meng Tianjiao's words.

"This guy still has the ability to enter the Poetry Association? Although the threshold for the Poetry Association has been very low in recent years, it hasn't reached the point where anyone can enter if they want. This guy must have something to hide from me..."

After muttering a few words in his heart, Meng Tianjiao looked directly at Han Qingjun and asked curiously; "If you can enter the Poetry Association, your poems must be very good. If you have any works, show them to me."

"Nini, read aloud to grandpa. Dad recently taught you a poem..." Hearing that Meng Tianjiao wanted to see his own work, Han Qingjun reached out and touched Nini's little head, and smiled and asked her to do it for her. .

Nini, who was originally sitting in Han Qingjun's arms, saw her opportunity to perform, and immediately began to recite Mi Nong with a cheerful face; Soil. Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work."

"This is the poem you wrote. It's not bad, it's very charming. It tells about the difficulty of farming, and it also teaches children to save food. This poem is indeed enough for you to enter the Poetry Association." Although Mengtian Jiao's behavior is very bad, but his knowledge is not built, which is not easy.

"Can this poem be bad? I carried it from the textbook on the other side of the earth."

After muttering a few words in his heart, Han Qingjun looked at Nini again, and said to her with a smile; "Is this the only song you remember, have you forgotten the song of Water Tune?"

"I haven't forgotten, I'll sing it to you..."

After cheerfully answering Han Qingjun's words, Nini stood up directly in Han Qingjun's arms, and then raised her little hands and shouted in a childlike voice just like when Han Qingjun held her; "When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the sky .I don’t know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve. I want to take the wind to go back, but I’m afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to make clear the shadows, it’s like being in the world.”

"This is also a poem you made, so you still want to be a ghost Internet celebrity, you hurry up and enter the Poetry Association, and then publish a few poems and essays, it is best to get a few poems for textbooks, when the time comes the great poet As soon as the name comes out, good guy, are you still afraid that you won’t be able to make money??” Although the water tune song that Nini yelled lacked some feeling, it didn’t prevent Meng Tianjiao from knowing that it was a very good song. Poetry, for this reason, he very much hoped that Han Qingjun would go to the Poetry Association, because he wanted to cultivate a great poet after he cultivated a national goddess.

At this time, Han Qingjun is being hacked by people all over the Internet, so he has no way to broadcast live recently.

Now as long as he starts the live broadcast, he will definitely be abused by others, so he was moved when he heard Meng Tianjiao's words.

The reason why he was moved was because, as a porter, he felt that he was obliged to bring the good things in his memory here and share them with the people here.

The second is because the poems here have been a bit slow in recent years, and there have been no good poems or poets for nearly ten years.

So if Han Qingjun is doing poetry and prose now, he is likely to become popular and make a lot of money. After all, rare goods are always rare.

After the heartbeat, Han Qingjun looked at Meng Tianjiao, and asked him seriously; "Dad, if you said that I would become a poet, wouldn't it be a bit too tender? Do you think I should grow a goatee?" Come pretend to be an old man??"

"You can keep a goatee, but as a poet, you will have to change your outfit in the future. You'd better buy a few tunic suits to wear. Don't wear your suits and jeans. It's too inappropriate. The poet is beyond the standard of normal people." Facing Han Qingjun's request for advice, Meng Tianjiao directly acted like someone who had experienced it, and began to teach him seriously.

Faced with Meng Tianjiao's teaching, Han Qingjun, who remembered something, suddenly looked at him with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Dad, those poets you mentioned should be those who need to go around for commercial performances, right?"

"Nonsense, how do you make money if you don't go to commercial performances? To be a poet, you must participate in some activities and earn those appearance fees." Meng Tianjiao, who didn't know that Han Qingjun had been restricted from going out, just looked Said there disapprovingly.

Faced with Meng Tianjiao's disapproving expression, Han Qingjun looked at him with embarrassment and said, "Well, I may not be able to be the kind of poet you mentioned, because I am restricted from traveling, and my scope of activities is limited to This county is limited to ours, and if I exceed it, I will be sent back..."

"Ah, why do you have such a restriction? Didn't you go out to play before? Why did you break out of this restriction now?" Hearing Han Qingjun's words, Meng Tianjiao was immediately stunned. A little skeptical, he asked Han Qingjun why he came.

Because I don't know why I can't go out.

So in the face of Meng Tianjiao's doubts, Han Qingjun could only wave his hands at him speechlessly to express that he didn't know; "I don't know, and the other party didn't tell me, but I guess it should be before I was 25 Something happened..."

"Okay, then you, then you can be a hidden poet, just in response to that sentence. Talented people are either in the mountains or wandering." Hearing that Han Qingjun could not go out, Meng Tianjiao sighed in disappointment After taking a breath, he could only accept Han Qingjun with self-comfort, and could only do the work of an invisible writer.

It just so happened that the time was almost up at this time, so facing Meng Tianjiao who was a little disappointed, Han Qingjun reminded him apologetically; "Dad, it's getting late, let's go home now, go home and kill these fish, we You can still have a fresh meal at noon today."

"Ah, yes, yes, let's go home and dispose of these fish. The fish I caught must be delicious. Hahaha, let's go, Nini, grandpa will take you home, and your father will just pick up the fish. Hahaha." Speaking of the fish he caught, Meng Tianjiao, who caught a lot of fish today, suddenly lost the feeling of disappointment just now, and he stood up cheerfully and led Nini to go first, and mixed the dried fish with All the fish were left to Han Qingjun.

Nini doesn't want to be hugged by Meng Tianjiao, but she doesn't mind him holding her.

So the little guy jumped up and down and was led back to the village by Meng Tianjiao, while happily singing the water tune song there; Nian, grandpa, can I sing well??"

"Okay, okay, my granddaughter must be able to sing well. She has the demeanor of grandpa back then. Nini, grandpa will tell you secretly. Grandpa used to be a cultural person, a college student." Maybe it's because of the intergenerational relatives, Meng Tianjiao's love for Nini at this time has surpassed the love for Meng Xiaolong. Looking at Nini, who is wearing a small pot lid hairstyle, bouncing around, very cute, Meng Tianjiao's heart is about to be cut melted.

And Han Qingjun who was following behind, after silently taking a look at Meng Tianjiao who occupied his daughter, he could only casually throw the fishing rod into the corner of the house where the rabbits were raised, and then carried two buckets filled with fish, Follow Meng Tianjiao and the others to go home.

(End of this chapter)