MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 19 【019】Still with the sky

  Chapter 19 [019] Still with the sky

  Contemporary practice calligraphy, most of them learn from Ouyan Liuzhao, at most add Wang Xizhi, Fu Quanyi was somewhat surprised when he heard this, nodded, and said: "Very good."

  Then got up, picked up the chalk, and wrote two powerful characters on the blackboard on the blank space that was juxtaposed with the title of Song Qi's "Bamboo" poem: "Ode to Bamboo".

The old man wrote in cursive, but probably only for the sake of writing quickly, he could not see the elegance and smoothness of cursive script at all, but could only see the strength of "the pen is penetrating to the bottom", which may have something to do with his old-fashioned personality relation.

  The chalk tapped on the blackboard from time to time, making a slight sound, and Fu Quanyi quickly finished writing the twenty words.

  The snow is pressing on the bamboo and the head is lowered, lowering the head to get mud.

  From a red sun, it is still at the same level as the sky.

  Han Yongtai read it silently twice, his expression gradually turned from surprise to gloomy, and he was a little unbelievable. He hoped that Fu Quanyi would say someone else's name next.

  How could such a poem be written by Zhang Yang?

   "Zhang Yang's "Ode to Bamboo" is very well written, everyone can read it first, and if you have anything to say, you can say it directly."

  Fu Quanyi's words once again shattered his expectations, pride, and little heart that had just been mended.

   After waiting for two minutes, seeing that no one spoke, the old man looked at Zhang Yang, "Zhang Yang, please tell me, how did you write it, just sit down, don't lean on a cane, someone passing by thinks I'm physically punishing students."

  Some people laughed uncontrollably, but few people thought it was funny, so there were very few responders.

  Zhang Yang had no choice but to sit down and answer: "Actually... I can't say it well. I just think it can be written like this. I just think about what to write first, and then how to express it. That's it."

   It's not that he can't come up with any creative inspiration, but that it is more in line with Su Hui's change in poetry writing before and after.

   But worried that the old man would be dissatisfied with the answer and would not return the phone later, he paused, and added: "I think it's better to express your feelings than to make sentences."

Fu Quanyi looked at him from a distance, his expression seemed a little surprised, but he seemed quite satisfied with the answer, nodded and said: "That's right, it's better to express your feelings than to use words and sentences. The reason why the poems have almost disappeared now is that a large part The reason lies in this point, too much focus on form, but forget what is the most important thing in poetry, not to fight against rhythm, emotion and artistic conception are the most important!"

After he finished boasting, he paused, and said again: "However, the spirit of "a red sun rises and is still with the sky" is of course very good, but it also depends on what you put it on. Life is not a fairy tale. , not everything goes well, let alone child's play, we must clearly distinguish the importance, what is the most important thing to do now. "

  Zhang Yang’s performance in poetry was mediocre in the past, but this time such a masterpiece suddenly appeared, and the old man obviously misunderstood his understanding of "sent out of feeling".

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment before he realized something. He glanced at Lin Yiran, and saw that although she was sitting upright looking at the podium without squinting, her jade-like cheeks showed a slight blush, obviously hearing the old man's voice. implication.

   Zhang Yang opened his mouth, then closed it again. This matter became darker and darker, and there was no way to explain it.

Fu Quanyi briefly talked about all the techniques and skills of this poem from the perspective of appreciation, and then saw that school was over in a few minutes, so he said: "Okay, this lesson is here, if you want to study by yourself, you can study by yourself, if you want to go to dinner Just eat."

  Then put the two stacks of paper manuscripts together, holding them in one hand and the teacup in the other, glanced at Zhang Yang, got up and walked out.

   Zhang Yang naturally understood, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Lin Yiran: "It's okay, it's okay, there are dramas, let's give in."

  Lin Yiran also noticed the old man's glance before he left, got up to get out of the way, and did not forget to tell him: "It's fine a few days later, if Teacher Fu doesn't give it, you don't have to pester him."

   "Don't worry, I will definitely get it back for you."

   Zhang Yang leaned on crutches, walked out of the classroom among the sparse crowd, and walked to the office next to the middle corridor.

  At this moment, the other classes hadn’t finished school yet, so the students of Class 2 went directly down the corridor on this side. There was no one in the corridor.

  He walked over with a cane, and when he approached, he saw the English teacher, the Chinese-British man leading a little boy with short pale blond hair out of the office.

When this teacher came to China to travel when he was young, he was unwilling to leave. Later, he married a Sichuan girl, and got a Chinese green card through marriage. Tang poetry, because his wife's name is Song Ci.

The tall and handsome Tang poetry teacher led his son out of the office, babbled, and didn't notice Zhang Yang. He led his son straight to the middle stairs next to the office. Zhang Yang heard him scolding in an authentic Sichuan accent. son:

   "Do you still look like an English person? Do you still seem like an English person? English is only over 30 points, what's the point of the test, if you go back to your mother, if you don't break your old shell, it's mine..."

   Zhang Yang's mouth twitched, and he quickly stood in front of the office door, looked inside, and saw that Fu Quanyi was the only one in the office, writing something at the desk, so he reached out and knocked on the door.

  Fu Quanyi looked up at him, then lowered his head again and continued writing.

   Zhang Yang could actually go in at this time, but he knew that the old man was difficult to serve and asked for others, so he had to put his posture on his feet naturally, so he stood at the door with a cane, motionless as if he was being punished.

"one two three four five six seven eight…"

   Zhang Yang silently counted for a few seconds, feeling a little silly again, but fortunately he was able to chat with Luoshen to relieve his boredom, and asked, "How long do you think the old man will let me in?"

   "What if he keeps ignoring you?" Luo Shen asked instead.

   "Then I'll just stand there and write an anonymous letter to report him for corporal punishment of students."

  Luo Shen was probably overwhelmed by his shamelessness. He was silent for a long time before quietly saying: "...you are really suitable for the entertainment industry."

   "Really? Actually, I have reflected on it for the past two days, and I also feel that I did choose the wrong profession before. I was born to rely on my face to make a living. I didn't expect you to think so. It's really a hero who sees the same thing."

  Luo Shen gave a faint "hmm", "Relying on shame to eat is also counting on face."

   Zhang Yang hadn't figured out how to fight back yet, Fu Quanyi raised his head again at this moment, looked at him, and asked knowingly: "What's the matter?"

Only then did Zhang Yang shrug his head, and limped in with a cane. The steps were obviously a little harder, as if standing for too long had aggravated the injury. He walked to the old man's desk and said in a muffled voice: "Come here You admit your mistake."

  Fu Quanyi said: "What's wrong? You shouldn't write love poems?"

   Zhang Yang almost couldn't resist swinging his crutches and hitting the old man's head. It is clearly a poem that conveys the spirit of revolutionary optimism. How could it become a love poem?

  He looked up at Old Man Fu with a puzzled expression, "Huh?"

  Fu Quanyi didn't know whether he had seen through his poor acting skills, or was too lazy to answer, and said lightly, "Then why are you here to admit your mistake?"

   Zhang Yang said: "What happened in the morning... I think you are still angry..."

Fu Quanyi said: "I'm quite angry. Our school rules are not strict, so we don't allow more violations. You are not allowed to play with your mobile phone during class. This is clearly stipulated. If you come to get your mobile phone, you don't have to open your mouth." , go to dinner, there are classes in the afternoon."

  Zhang Yang didn't think that this old man was more shameless than himself. He was the one who hinted that he was here to get the phone, but before he opened his mouth, he actually wanted to shut his mouth with a few words.

  He smiled shyly: "I'm here to admit your mistakes, and I assure you that I will study hard and never make such mistakes again."

   "Didn't you promise it in the morning?"

  Fu Quanyi looked at him, with a faint smile in his eyes, "And the performance is really good, don't worry, after the final exam, the phone will definitely be returned to you."

   Zhang Yang saw that he was so submissive, and the old man still refused to let go. He really wanted to give him a crutch, but he was under the eaves, so he could only continue: "That..."

  Fu Quanyi asked: "What?"

  Zhang Yang looked up at the teacher, hesitant to speak, and his expression became a little embarrassed. Seeing that the old man didn't intend to continue asking or give himself a step, he could only mutter: "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I lied to you this morning..."

"Um?"

   "I borrowed the phone from Lin Yiran..."

  After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, hesitated, looked embarrassed, and added in a low voice: "It was a birthday present from her parents. It's really hard to explain me like this..."

Fu Quanyi stared at him for two seconds, then lowered his head, opened the drawer, took out the very thin and exquisite white mobile phone, placed it carefully on the book, pushed the book over, and said, "Okay, take it back Well, I’m afraid that if I break it, I’ll have to pay for it. In the future, don’t play tricks, and treat people with sincerity is the foundation of your life.”

Only then did Zhang Yang realize that the old man didn't deliberately make things difficult, but that he was self-defeating. If he had just walked in and said that he wanted to return the phone, the old man would have given it back to him happily. a lesson.

  He was stunned for a moment, then bowed his body, picked up the phone with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Teacher Fu."

  Fu Quanyi gave a "hmm" and waved his hand, indicating that he can go.

   Zhang Yang turned and walked out of the office, then glanced back, saw that Fu Quanyi cleaned up the things on the table, stood up, and seemed to be leaving too.

  The old man is not tall, and his figure is thin. He looks somewhat small in the spacious and empty office.

When Zhang Yang saw the old man for the first time in the classroom two years ago, he was sitting below and the old man was standing on the podium. Probably because of this reason, Zhang Yang never really saw the old man himself clearly—it was just a man who was over fifty years old, Just a skinny old man about to retire.

  After Su Hui, from looking up to looking up, the old man showed a real figure who is not tall in the halo of being a teacher.

  Although Fu Quanyi is not rickety, he is only a little over 1.7 meters tall. The two stood facing each other, and he couldn't even block Zhang Yang's vision.

  So Zhang Yang must bow his head in front of the old man in the future.

  (end of this chapter)