Wei Yingzhi held a thermos bottle and a desk lamp that had been filled with water and knocked on the door gently.

The door opened immediately. When Jing Jian saw what was in Wei Yingzhi's hand, he was a little surprised and admired. He smiled and said "Thank you", and then welcomed her into the house.

"What else is missing? If I have it here, don't be polite." Wei Yingzhi smiled enthusiastically and started visiting. It surprised her a little. In such a short time, the room had been sorted out. The luggage had been put into different categories. Jing Jian was humming a little tune and tidying the bed. He got used to military life and internal hygiene became a habit.

"Lala..., the sound of prosperity has escaped into the monks and destroyed the world,

The dream is cold, I have been wandering all my life, and I have a few books on love debts.

If you default, life and death, etc.

Waiting for a while, and then another circle, the annual rings…”

In his previous life, Jing Jian liked Jay Chou's Chinese-style songs very much, so while tidying up the room, he accidentally hummed the song "Fireworks Easy to Cold". At the beginning, Wei Yingzhi had not paid attention to it, but in a short while, he was attracted by this tune that was very different from this era.

"You...? What kind of song is this?" Wei Yingzhi asked curiously.

"Hmm?" Jing Jian was awake instantly, and when he was not careful, he came to a transcendent era. "Haha, I am a little self-entertainment work, and I will not enter the elegant hall."

"Ah?" Wei Yingzhi covered her mouth cutely, showing a surprised expression. She had to admit that she was very charming, "You can still write songs?" The woman's curiosity was immediately full of value, "Is there any lyrics and songs? Can you enjoy it?"

At the beginning, she could be said to be attracted by the weird tunes, but after listening to a few sentences, Wei Yingzhi felt that the lyrics were very interesting. And it was actually written by Jing Jian? This aroused her curiosity even more.

Just at this moment, Jing Jian prepared a military blanket. Since Wei Yingzhi liked this song, Jing Jian didn't think much about it. He smiled at Wei Yingzhi and then found paper and pen.

After drawing five lines, Jing Jian began to skillfully fill in tadpoles. After the poor in his previous life, Jing Jian, like most wealthy people, began to spend money to pursue culture. However, in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, chess and painting really have no talent, and books are just careless, and pen handwriting is OK. The piano is still famous. After a high-paid teacher hired, both guitar and accordion are of course of amateur masters, so it is even more difficult to write a song.

But unexpectedly, before I could fill out a line, I heard Ai Ai’s question from the late childhood Ai Ai: “Are you… this a quintessential?”

"Yeah!" Jing Jian turned his head with a smile.

"But..." Wei Yingzhi's pretty face turned red with embarrassment, "But I don't understand..."

"Ahem!" Jing Jian held back his laughter, "I'm sorry, I'll write a simplified score...hahaha!"

"Don't laugh!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh...hahaha!"

Even now, how many people can know the quintessor? But Jing Jian just couldn't hold back his laughter...

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"A group of vulgar people are unbearable!" The young man wore a high hat with his trousers and danced on the double bed with his teeth and claws, regardless of the "crunch" sound of the pitiful bed. Four or five people were surrounded, facing such clown-like actions, but they all shot admiring eyes, as if this was the ward of the neurological hospital.

"Hungry, Lingling, I want to have a midnight snack." Suddenly, the young man shouted to a young woman beside him.

The young woman immediately showed a panic expression: "Xiao Shi, where is there anything at night?" Unlike in the 21st century, in the 1980s, there was no nightlife at all, and there were no restaurants at night, let alone night shifts.

But unexpectedly, the young man suddenly sat on the bed, kicked his legs and cried loudly: "I want to eat, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"

This made the young woman named Lingling very embarrassed. Although she had become accustomed to her after marriage, such a weird "childish fun" still makes people feel a little faint.

Fortunately, someone next to him rescued the scene: "Teacher Wang Shi is truly in character, and the poems he writes are as pure as a childlike heart and come straight into the heart. I'll trouble you to go to the kitchen of the guesthouse to look for them, don't be afraid of spending money." As soon as he finished speaking, the others rushed out of the room...

This Wang Shi, who is like a child, and his mental state is abnormal no matter how he looks at it, is a newcomer in the poetry world. He created Misty Poetry, which is popular all over the country like a tornado, and is enthusiastically sought after by all kinds of literary youths. This is an era of spiritual scarcity and an era of frequent strangeness.

And just today, Wang Shi, accompanied by his wife named Fang Ling, came here surrounded by several fans and was invited to communicate with celebrities in the local literary world. However, this exchange was not very successful. Many local literati who were "old, corrupt, conservative, backward" criticized him, especially pointing to Wang Shi's only proud Misty Poetry. So in a hurry, Wang Shi left angrily despite the invitation from the dinner.

The food was delivered soon. After seeing her husband crying, she gained the proud look of her beloved toys. Fang Ling smiled at the young man in embarrassment: "Thank you."

The young man was flattered: "Celebrity sister-in-law. My name is Ling Jianmin. I especially love Teacher Wang Shi's poems. I have imitated a few poems myself, and I hope that the teacher and sister-in-law can correct them more."

In fact, this is a hidden rule that is commonly seen in the cultural circles of ancient and modern times. People carry people in the sedan chair, Fang Ling is ready to agree. Unexpectedly, Wang Shi will never follow the ordinary path: "How can you obtain good poetry by being defiled by the filth of the world? The beauty of the spiritual home can only be discovered from a woman like water. My lifelong dream is to build a daughter country on earth."

When Ling Jianmin heard this, he almost blew up his blood. He tried his best to get into Wang Shi's fan circle. Did he fail? After hesitating for a moment in his eyes, he was ready to fight. In order to gain fame and develop in the poetry world, what could he do to hurt the woman he had hurt again?

"Teacher Wang Shi! I know a woman near here. She has a pure and beautiful temperament and also loves literature."

"Oh?" Wang Shi's eyes immediately glowed, "Where? Can you see it?"

"I'm in a nearby county town. I heard that she is now a Chinese teacher. If she leaves tomorrow morning, she will meet in the evening. Please rest assured, I will introduce you."

"It's settled." Wang Shi agreed immediately, "There is no need to introduce it. Come with excitement. If you have the chance to meet, we will come to the door directly."

"Teacher Wang Shi is really a famous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties."

"What is the point of the ancients? How many people can have spiritual sublimation from ancient times to the present?"

"Haha, it's exactly, indeed."
Chapter completed!