Chapter 41: What! The Little Recitation Expert Recited My Poem?

"How could there not be? But that was a long time ago. Mr. Hua Junwu wrote articles for *Children's Literature* at that time, and he drew the illustrations himself. His illustration fee was higher than the text manuscript fee."

That's true. After all, this was Mr. Hua, one of the three elders of the Chinese comic world.

The scripts for *The Proud General* and *Golden Dream* of the Modu Animation Film Studio were created by him.

In addition, Mr. Hua also played a big role in Zhang Yimou being exceptionally admitted to the Beijing Film Academy.

Lu Xiaoyan asked curiously: "Why, do you want to draw the illustrations yourself?"

Wei Ming waved his hand: "I thought of a classmate of mine; he draws better than me."

Wei Ming could actually draw too, but his third-level artist status was a half-way house, and it would be more laborious to draw. His classmate, however, had childhood training.

Since he could bring his own illustrations, he noted this matter down. Instead of benefiting outside artists, it was better to benefit his own friends, and it could also be more to his liking.

After eating, Wei Ming didn't stay long. He carried a large bag of things and returned to Peking University.

He entered from the west gate, where the guard on duty greeted him enthusiastically.

"Brother Ming, you finally returned!"

"Haha, come to the dormitory to play later."

He shuttled through the school and arrived at the south gate. Some people who brushed past him would turn their heads to look at him, not quite sure if he was that Wei Gate God who could write poetry in seven steps.

This matter of his had already spread throughout the school. Even those who were not interested in modern poetry or literature had heard of it. Even outside Peking University, there were many people interested in him.

Arriving at the south gate, Mei Wenhua was on duty, wiping the window with a damp cloth, and there was a group of people outside the gate.

He said to several Tsinghua girls outside: "Wei Ming hasn't returned yet. You guys go back. In addition, the poems I write are also not bad, not worse than Wei Ming's. After I finish my work, everyone can discuss and discuss."

Hearing this, several Tsinghua girls covered their mouths and laughed, then turned and left. Don't think we don't know you, melancholy beautiful man.

Wei Ming saw that there were no particularly pretty girls among these, so he didn't appear. Once people left, he slapped Old Mei on the back from behind.

"Mei Wenhua!"

"Oh, damn! You're back? When did you return?"

Wei Ming: "I returned when you said 'not worse than Wei Ming'."

Mei Wenhua said shamelessly: "That's because you didn't hear the front. I said wiping glass is a science, and I am very good at it, not worse than Wei Ming."

The other two seniors at the gate held their stomachs and laughed until they couldn't straighten their backs.

"Then you wipe well." Wei Ming entered the gatehouse, greeted them, and came to the basement.

There was only Zhao Debiao in the dormitory now. Brother Feng went to find his sister-in-law again. He felt particularly lonely. At this time, he thought of Duan Yu, Duan Zhengchun, and Yun Zhonghe, so he extended his evil little hand downward.

He was just getting into it when he heard the door pushed open vigorously. A "Biao-smash!" scared him into a shiver and another shiver.

"Oh, Brother Ming, you're back?" Seeing Biaozi stretched out a hand to greet him.

Wei Ming was strange: "What time is it? Why did you lie down so early?"

"Oh, I'm on night shift." Seeing Biaozi blushed and told a lie.

"Oh, I see," Wei Ming shrugged his nose, then put his luggage on the bed, "I'm going to squat in the pit; we'll talk later."

"Eh, good, good, good." Zhao Debiao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got up to tidy up.

Wei Ming felt the time was about right, so he strolled back, then took out the gifts he brought for his roommates.

"This is sulfur soap produced in Modu. I threw it in the basin."

"Eh, good, I'll go try it," saying that, Seeing Biaozi carried the basin to the water room. A few minutes later, he returned, "Good to use, especially good to use, washed especially clean. Brother Ming, how much is this?"

"Not a few jiao, don't talk to me about this. Do I lack that now?"

"Brother Ming, you are this!" Seeing Biaozi gave a thumbs up.

At this time, Wei Ming was looking at the wall. A school newspaper was posted on the wall, and one of the articles was *Peking University Guardian, Criminal Buster—Wei Ming*, drafted by Uncle Anping himself. Hey, don't say, it was really well written, making Wei Ming feel embarrassed.

Seeing Biaozi said proudly: "This was my suggestion."

"Too exaggerated," Wei Ming criticized, "I'll tear it down later and take it home for my parents to see."

"Don't, I have more here," Zhao Debiao took out a thick stack from somewhere, all of which were school newspapers from that day, "You can give them to anyone later. We have plenty here!" Wei Ming was completely convinced: "Where did you get all these?"

"You don't know, ever since that poetry recitation meeting at Yuyuantan, many college students from all over Beijing, especially female college students, have come to find you to make friends. Good guy, from Tsinghua, Normal University, Foreign Studies, and the Music Academy. But you weren't there, so I thought this school newspaper had your photo when you joined the job. If someone came, I would give them a copy, so they wouldn't have made the trip in vain."

With this, poet + hero + handsome guy, the female college students were afraid they would be addicted and unable to extricate themselves. Seeing Biaozi, you are harming people.

However, what was the "Yuyuantan Poetry Recitation Meeting" about?

"Hahaha, this, hahaha!" Seeing Biaozi laughed until he almost fell over, "It's a pity I wasn't at the scene. I heard it from other college students."

"What exactly happened? Tell me too."

Zhao Debiao calmed down and began to tell the story of that day.

"Mei Wenhua also participated in this recitation meeting that day. He prepared to recite your *Ideal* in public, but he only recited four lines and then forgot the words."

"Oh my, if you want to show off, you have to make full preparations." Do you know how many times I recited this *Ideal* in my past life?

"That's just it," Seeing Biaozi laughed, "Mei Wenhua even pulled a cheat sheet out of his pocket, and the people below started heckling him to get off the stage. Just then, it's said that a 1.9-meter-tall, handsome film academy talent went up, started reciting the poem from the very beginning, and it was the full text, with great emotion, earning applause from the whole venue. Your poem then spread to every university in Jingcheng."

One meter nine tall? Film academy talent? And he loves reciting poetry?!

Wei Ming asked: "Do you know what this film academy talent is called?"

!

"Not very clear, seems to be called Kai."

"Kai?"

"Yes," Zhao Debiao, "Should be called something Kai. Mei Wenhua came back and said he heard someone call that guy Brother Kai."

No mistake, it really is the little recitation expert!

This person really loved poetry and was very close to Bei Dao, Mang Ke, and others of the *Today* school. He not only often participated in their poetry activities but also used a pseudonym to write novels for *Today*.

However, Wei Ming wanted to correct one thing: that guy was indeed tall, but at most one meter eighty-five; he absolutely wasn't one meter nine. In his past life, he had seen the real person. At that time, the poet was in high spirits, while he himself stood in the corner like a nobody.

"This isn't over. Later, Mei Wenhua went on stage again to recite his *Sunshine*, and then he was booed off the stage. His nickname of melancholy beautiful man spread." Zhao Debiao slapped his thigh and laughed again.

"Zhao Debiao, your grandpa, you are arranging me again, right!" The door was pushed open again, and Mei Wenhua viciously pounced on Zhao Debiao.

One minute later.

"Brother Biao, I was wrong, Brother Biao, I won't dare again, Brother Biao, be gentle, ah..."

Although Seeing Biaozi's legs were a bit weak now, after all, he had ten years of kung fu, so handling a little Mei was easy.

After Seeing Biaozi let go of Mei Wenhua, Wei Ming also threw him a sulfur soap. Everyone in the dormitory had a share.

Mei Wenhua was overjoyed; this guy loved cleanliness.

About half an hour later, Brother Feng also returned, looking in a very good mood. Wei Ming felt that he also had weak legs. Could it be that there was no one in the sister-in-law's dormitory today?

"Oh, Little Ming is back. Hard work, hard work," after the pleasantries, Brother Feng asked excitedly, "By the way, where are the things!"

Wei Ming flipped through his bag. Besides the free sulfur soap, Wei Ming also brought a bottle of Friendship Snow Cream for Brother Feng. He said his wife's colleague used this. It was produced in Modu and made the face particularly smooth, so he asked Wei Ming to bring one.

The shiny white porcelain bottle matched with the fruit-green iron lid, and there was a small arched groove in the center of the bottle body with a gold-stamped trademark on it. Brother Feng played with it for a while and opened it to smell: "Fragrant, really fragrant!"

It was also expensive, four yuan and five jiao a bottle, which was considered light luxury in this day and age.

Northern Qiao Feng put it away solemnly and asked Wei Ming: "Are you ready to go to work tomorrow? Do you want to rest?"

"No, after all, I've already asked for so many days off."

"Those few days of yours count as normal attendance, not leave," Northern Qiao Feng drank some water, "However, we have to support the National Games these few days, and the manpower is indeed tight. Then you go to the patrol team tomorrow."

"Brother Feng, I also want to go to the patrol team!" Mei Wenhua said busily. He was almost a joke at the gatehouse now. Sometimes he wanted to cover his face while standing guard.

Both of them wanted to go, and Zhao Debiao couldn't sit still: "Then I want to go too!"

"You two didn't say so earlier. There's no way to arrange it now. Let's talk about it in a while," Northern Qiao Feng opened the drawer, "By the way, Little Ming, there is a letter for you."

"Letter?"

"Yes, sent from home, all from your father. One came the day you left, and another came yesterday."

Wei Ming hurriedly took it. Let the little reader's letter wait; look at what Old Dad had to say first...

(Good news! Over 100,000 words! Crossed this hurdle, everything ahead is a broad road, so seeking monthly tickets!)

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 42 =====