Chapter 29: I am too lazy to write new poems, but the wine is still warm

Chapter 29: I am too lazy to write new poems, but the wine is still warm

Chapter 29: I am too lazy to write new poems, but the wine is still warm

"What does 'swallows don't return in spring' mean?" Wang Zixu said, "This is a fragment of a sentence. It doesn't make sense to put it here."

On the other end of the phone, Chief Liu's voice seemed to be sweating as he said, "Wait a minute, let me take a look..."

Wang Zixu asked, "Chief Liu, who wrote the article you are reading?"

"It was written by the leader." Chief Liu whispered, "He specifically told Director Mei that many people from the literary and artistic circles outside of the area who came to attend the conference should show the cultural heritage of Xihe. He wrote four sentences on the paper himself, and I read them verbatim."

Wang Zixu asked, "Have you read a lot of poetry, Leader?"

Chen Bin said, "Needless to say? The leader is a graduate of the Chinese Department and is very eloquent. We all know this in the whole city. Do you know how people in the system evaluate him? A 'Confucian official'."

Wang Zixu thought for a moment and said, "These four sections are respectively about spring, summer, autumn and winter. The leader should have used four lines of poetry to describe spring, summer, autumn and winter respectively, but he probably wrote in a hurry and only wrote half a line, leaving the rest for us to fill in."

After hearing this, Chen Bin immediately put his hands on his head. He was about to explode again. Just now someone came to fill him up, and now another one came to fill him up.

Section Chief Liu paused for a moment and said, "Yes, you are right. Hurry up, do you have a computer? Check it out quickly. I will take a photo of the four lines of poetry and send it to you."

Chen Bin roared, "Only three minutes left, brother! You have to check it now! After I finish this, I have to drive at 100 yards to deliver the manuscript! Do you have a printer? Why don't you print it out after you finish writing it!"

Section Chief Liu said, "You know that our on-site meeting will be held in Qingliang Mountain Villa. This place is in the suburbs, and the nearest printer is 5 kilometers away."

Wang Zixu said: "Stop arguing!"

The two fell silent.

"The swallows have not returned yet, spring is late, the apricot blossoms are cold on the shore in the mist and rain. This is Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion". Come on, next line."

Chen Bin asked in a trembling voice: "Brother, are you sure?"

"Sure, hurry up."

Section Chief Liu immediately said, "The next sentence is, green trees bring shade to the summer."

"The green trees are thick and the summer is long, the reflections of the pavilions are reflected in the pond. It is Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion." " said Wang Zixu.

Chen Bin grabbed his hair with both hands and yelled "Fuck it" in his heart. He really wanted to ask Wang Zixu how he remembered it so clearly, whether it was true or made up, but he was afraid to interrupt his train of thought.

Section Chief Liu continued: "The next sentence is red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn."

Wang Zixu was about to knock, but suddenly frowned: "No."

Section Chief Liu asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Zixu frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right. Red leaves and yellow flowers are in full bloom in autumn, you must remember the white fish and purple crabs. It was written by Su Shi."

Chen Bin stared at him from the side: "Brother, don't scare me!"

Wang Zixu was not trying to scare him. The main point is that this sentence "Red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn" is different from the other two sentences.

The phrase "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn" has been used more than once in the past dynasties. For example, he could remember "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn are in chaos", "red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn" and "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn are old again".

However, except for Su Shi's poem, the other poems are all lyrics, which are inconsistent with the previous ones in style.

If the leader is really a "Confucian official" who graduated from the Chinese Department, then he must be very particular about this aspect and would not write both poetry and lyrics, making the style very confusing.

So he suddenly said, "That's right, that's right."

Section Chief Liu said: "The last sentence is, lying down and watching the plum blossoms in winter."

Wang Zixu frowned again: "No."

Chen Bin shouted: "What's wrong again?!"

With the pulling and shoving just now, he felt like he was on a roller coaster and his heart couldn't take it anymore.

Wang Zixu said: "There is no such poem."

"Why is there no such poem?"

“There is no such poem in history.”

Section Chief Liu asked: "Are you sure it's 'no'?"

Wang Zixu said: "Sure."

Section Chief Liu said, "Check."

Chen Bin sat down breathlessly and searched on a nearby computer. After a while, he said, "Indeed, there is none."

Some people lie down to look at the West Lake, some lie down to listen to the wind and rain, and some lie down to look at the mountains, water and clouds, but no one lies down to look at the plum blossoms.

The three of them fell silent at the same time.

Finally, it was Chen Bin who regained his sanity first: "It's too late, let's just leave it at that."

Section Chief Liu said, "The first three paragraphs all have caps, but the last one doesn't. If we read it out, wouldn't it make us look ridiculous in the literary and art circles? People will think we can't even find four lines of poetry!"

Chen Bin said: "Then just delete the first three."

Section Chief Liu hesitated.

After a while, he said, "No, you can't not wear the hat. The leader has made a clear request. If you take off all the hats while quoting poems, it won't be smooth to read and it will sound too obvious. If the leader is unhappy, can you take the responsibility?"

Chen Bin gritted his teeth and said, "It would be great if Lady Ning was still here. She would definitely know how to do it. We can just ask her to help."

Section Chief Liu said, "Is Ning Cainu here? Do you have her phone number?"

"It's too late even if I do." Chen Bin looked at his watch, "One minute left."

"We have to write this sentence ourselves," Wang Zixu said. Chen Bin turned to look at him: "What?"

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter, these four lines of poetry, each of which has a season in the fifth word, are very neat. I guess the leader couldn't think of a poem with this structure to describe the winter scene, so I wrote one myself, but because I was too busy, I only wrote half of it."

Chen Bin said: "What should we do then?"

Wang Zixu said: "Then we have to write it ourselves."

Chen Bin said, "Is this the time to joke?"

Wang Zixu said: "I'm not kidding. I've already written it."

After that, he typed on the keyboard:

Lying down and watching the white plum blossoms in the winter moon, I seem to see the village in front of me covered with evening snow.

"Lying down to watch the plum blossoms in the white winter moon, I wonder if the village in front of me is covered with snow at dusk?" Chen Bin read out this poem, "Whose poem is this?"

"My poem," Wang Zixu said, "I just thought of it."

Chen Bin was stunned for a while, then said: "That's it. Print it!"

Wang Zixu printed two copies, Chen Bin quickly bound them, and then rushed out the door like a 100-meter racer.

When he rushed to the door, he stopped, looked back at Wang Zixu, and said:
"Thanks, brother. I'm grateful to you today."

After saying that, he went out without looking back.

Wang Zixu glanced at the clock on the wall. The time was just right.

On the phone, Section Chief Liu said in a tired voice: "Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Zixu said, "It's okay."

Section Chief Liu said: "Actually, if you write a poem and put it up, it's quite risky. If the people below hear it, it's still a bit dangerous."

Wang Zixu said: "I am just a civil servant, and I am not seeking promotion. What am I afraid of? Can you fire me?"

Section Chief Liu chuckled and said, "You can't say that."

Wang Zixu asked: "Can I light a cigarette?"

Section Chief Liu said, "Sure. The ashtray is on Director Mei's desk."

Wang Zixu lit a Da Feng Shou cigarette. On the other end of the phone, he heard the sound of a lighter and he also lit a cigarette.

The two of them smoked for a while and enjoyed a quiet moment.

Section Chief Liu asked: "Did you really write that poem yourself?"

Wang Zixu said, "I just broke it casually."

Section Chief Liu said, "It's actually quite well written. It sounds plausible."

Wang Zixu lay down on the chair: "Time is not enough."

Section Chief Liu said: "Seven steps to compose a poem, that's what they mean by you."

Wang Zixu said: "You flatter me. I can't compare with Cao Zhi."

Section Chief Liu said, "Director Mei and I have to stay here and watch the leader speak. Once he finishes his speech and there are no more problems, we will come back. You can sit in the office for a while. It shouldn't be so chaotic anymore."

Wang Zixu said: "Don't say that. It makes me a little scared."

Section Chief Liu laughed and hung up the phone immediately.

The office fell silent again.

Silence means loneliness. But Wang Zixu was not very lonely at this moment.

Although his body was tired, his mind was full and excited.

Romain Rolland said that the soul of a great man is like the top of a mountain, where there are strong winds and clouds all year round, but breathing is extremely smooth.

His mood at this moment was similar to this sentence.

He leaned back in the chair, his body and mind slowly relaxed, and he actually fell asleep.

Wang Zixu was awakened by a burst of noise. When he woke up, Mei Rucheng, Section Chief Liu, Ning Chunyan, Shen Qingfeng, Chen Bin, and several people he knew and didn't know, a large group of people, were all in the office.

He stood up quickly. Mei Rucheng looked like he had just come back from a journey, and strode in, slamming the stack of manuscripts in his hand on the desk.

Wang Zixu took a closer look and thought, haha, isn't this the script that he had typed out before and asked Chen Bin to bring to the meeting?
He looked around and found that everyone had different expressions. Mei Rucheng had a strange look in his eyes, Section Chief Liu was dejected, and Chen Bin acted as if nothing had happened.

Especially Ning Chunyan, with her hands behind her back, her slender and well-proportioned legs exposed from under her long skirt, her pair of almond-shaped eyes staring at him fiercely, and there seemed to be a hint of hatred in her eyes. He didn't know how he had offended her.

He really wanted to ask them, "Will the presentation be successful?" "Will the manuscript be delivered?" "Will the leader read the manuscript?"

But he didn't dare to speak. He was a little confused.

"Who wrote this manuscript?" Mei Rucheng asked, placing his hand on the manuscript.

The prince said weakly: "I, I..."

"Yeah." Mei Rucheng nodded calmly, "Who asked you to guess what the leader was thinking? Who told you to guess what the leader was thinking like that?"

Mei Rucheng's voice was intimidating without him even being angry, and Wang Zixu suddenly felt cold all over.

(End of this chapter)