Chapter 44: Self-deprecation and poetry discussion
Just when Li Jia's eyes were in a trance, a tall figure walked slowly along with the sunset.
When their eyes met, Li Jia had an unconscious smile on her lips, but soon she seemed to have noticed something and quickly turned her head to the side.
"Hey, isn't this our Go champion back?"
The classmates booed for a while, and then Zhuang Tunan dropped his hoe and ran to Qin Hao: "Haozi, when did you come back?"
"I just went to the dormitory to put down my luggage. I heard from Teacher Yao that you are under this kind of tree, so I came over to take a look."
As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, the students made complaints again.
"Don't just look at it, come over here to help, and go to the cafeteria as soon as you're done, otherwise all the good food will be taken away."
Qin Hao smiled and walked straight to Li Jia. As he walked, he laughed and scolded the booing classmates: "Isn't it just planting some trees? Look at all of you, you are all vain. You can't even do this work."
The students were immediately unhappy upon hearing this and wanted to compete with Qin Hao.
"I'm not targeting anyone, everyone here is just having fun!" Qin Hao used a line in Cantonese to make a big mockery.
The boys, including Zhuang Tunan, immediately took advantage of him and immediately formed a team to compete with Qin Hao.
Qin Hao waved his hand: "Then we will work in groups of two to see who can plant quickly and well. The loser will invite the whole class to drink soda."
"Okay, who are you going to be with?"
As soon as the students heard that there was soda to drink, they felt as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
Li Jiazheng wanted to remind Qin Hao not to use the subsidies indiscriminately like last month, but saw Qin Hao move closer and whisper.
"I've blown all my lies, you don't want to see me embarrassed, right?"
Li Jia glanced at Qin Hao: "What does it have to do with you being embarrassed?"
As a result, before he finished speaking, Qin Hao loudly announced: "Don't say I'm bullying you, I'll team up with Li Jia, and one of you will destroy the other."
Only then did Li Jia realize that he had been tricked by this guy again.
Just when Li Jia wanted to defend herself, her classmates had already bound her to Qin Hao.
"Squad leader, just sacrifice yourself for the sake of soda for our whole class."
"Haha, that's right. Monitor, don't do anything for a while, or let this kid go crazy."
Everyone booed, and finally two strong male students in the class challenged Qin Hao. Almost all the students cheered for them, and Li Jia was forced to form a team with the "villain" Qin Hao.
"Three two one...start!"
As the referee's countdown fell, Qin Hao and two other male classmates began to dig holes with their hoes. Li Jia originally wanted to help, but found that he couldn't help at all. Qin Hao's movement of waving the hoe was too fast.
After a while, a small pit was dug in front of me.
Li Jia was stunned for a moment, and taking advantage of this opportunity, another group that was originally lagging behind had caught up with the progress, planted the saplings first, and quickly filled them with soil. Li Jia woke up from a dream and quickly planted the saplings.
The saplings are planted.
However, it was still a step too late.
"Li Yang, Liu Bin did a great job."
"Oh, there's some soda."
The classmates cheered.
When going back, Li Jia apologized to Qin Hao apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Qin Hao smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I lost on purpose. Look how happy everyone is now."
Li Jia couldn't help but remind: "You have to stay in school for the entire month, and the subsidy is not enough."
"Don't worry, in addition to the school's subsidy, I also have a subsidy from the chess academy."
"real?"
"Of course, what is in front of you now is a professional Go 6th Dan player."
"Then do I want to get your autograph?"
"Since you are so sincere, it's okay to take a group photo."
"Tsk, who cares?"
…
After returning to campus, Qin Hao integrated very quickly. Except for the first few days, his classmates curiously asked him some questions about the Chinese Chess Academy, but they soon forgot about it.
On the one hand, the courses in the Department of Architecture are indeed arduous. Advanced mathematics, architectural mechanics, and architectural structures are much more profound than the mathematics and physics required in high school. In addition, there are also painting and sketching. For students with no art skills at all, it is simply difficult.
It was a nightmare, and Zhuang Tunan was one of them. He could only go back to his dormitory to practice hard every night, and he didn't know how much pencils and erasers were used.
On the other hand, college extracurricular life is extremely rich. In addition to the fact that there is no Internet and only books and magazines can be used to obtain information, the spiritual world of college students in the 1980s is much richer than that of later generations. There are dances and social gatherings almost every half month.
Has been held.
Of course, poetry is the most popular. As the mainstay of contemporary literary creation, poetry is particularly widely spread among college students. In this era when there is no Internet and even telephones are scarce, a poem becomes popular in colleges and universities.
It only takes a week, or even a few days.
The speed of transmission through word of mouth is enough to prove the vitality and appeal of poetry.
The most popular ones in Tongji are: Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, and Shu Ting. Whenever their new poems come out, the school poetry club will hold poetry recitations, and there will be an endless stream of students participating.
Originally, Qin Hao was not very interested in modern poetry, and always felt it was a bit delicate and artificial, but Zhuang Tunan couldn't bear it and kept dragging him to participate. In addition, he always met Li Jia at poetry club activities, so he just regarded it as...
Time to kill time.
On this day, after class on Friday afternoon, it was time for poetry club activities. Zhuang Tunan put away his books early and waved to Qin Hao.
There were no works by well-known poets at this event, so at the beginning a few girls read a few previous works by Gu Cheng and Bei Dao, but they seemed a bit boring, so the president of the poetry club suggested it.
"Is there anyone who has written a poem and can share it with everyone?"
At first, everyone was a little embarrassed, but with the encouragement of everyone in the poetry club, some people came on stage to recite their works, and received a lot of applause. So, gradually everyone became bolder, and people came on stage to recite one after another.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Qin Hao yawned, and Li Jia frowned slightly: "You are not interested in poetry, so why are you here to participate in poetry club activities?"
"How do you know I'm not interested?" Qin Hao asked.
"It's obvious."
"Is it so obvious?"
Li Jia's lips moved slightly: "It's not very nice of you to do this, it's not very respectful."
"You can't blame me, you can only blame their poems for not touching people enough." Qin Hao spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
Just when Li Jia was still about to say something, the president of the poetry club had noticed the whispers between the two. After a "male poet" finished reciting his work and left the stage, he stood up and faced Qin Hao and Li Jia.
road.
"These two students have been communicating privately just now. They must have better works to present to everyone."
Li Jia glanced at Qin Hao dejectedly, and then explained: "We were just discussing the works of those previous classmates. They were so well written that I couldn't help but..."
Before she could finish speaking, the president of the poetry club started to cheer again: "These two students are a little shy, please give them a little applause to encourage them."
Suddenly there was thunderous applause, and even Zhuang Tunan, who didn't know the truth, joined in setting up rice seedlings.
Just when Li Jia didn't know how to end it, he saw Qin Hao stood up and walked straight to the podium.
"you……"
"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you." Qin Hao winked at Li Jia.
When Qin Hao walked to the podium, he specifically asked: "Is it convenient for this classmate to introduce himself?"
"Class 2 of the Department of Architecture, Qin Hao."
"Everyone applauded to welcome Qin Hao to recite his works."
Sparse applause rang out, Qin Hao remained calm and smiled at the classmates present: "There is no need to be so solemn. I just thought of four sentences, which is not a poem. I will go down after reading."
"The dim place is peaceful and peaceful for a long time, and romance has something to do with me, but I mistakenly used vinegar for ink, and the half-written paper was sour."
When the students present heard the first two sentences, their first reaction was: What a piece of shit, it makes no sense. But when the next two sentences came out, they instantly stood on the spot.
"But I mistook old vinegar for ink, and the half-written paper was sore. What a poem, what a poem."
"Yeah, this poem sounds ordinary at first, but if you think about it carefully, it's a bit interesting."
Zhuang Tunan was stunned at first, and then he was relieved. Even the Chinese teacher of No. 1 Middle School praised Qin Hao's literary level in high school. Many of his compositions were published in the school newspaper. From childhood to adulthood, Qin Hao knew so many things.
It’s just one more poem, so there’s no need to make a fuss about it.
Li Jia's expression was a little strange. She could see Qin Hao's disdain for the Poetry Society, so she had reason to believe that the last sentence: "It was written sourly on half a piece of paper" was a satire on the Poetry Society.
The president of the poetry club asked with bright eyes: "Classmate Qin Hao, does this poem have a name?"
"Just call it, laugh at yourself." After Qin Hao finished speaking, he returned to his seat.
Li Jia was now more certain: "Are you mocking the poetry club with this acid word?"
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for slander." Qin Hao said seriously.
Li Jia glanced sideways at Qin Hao, but the corners of her mouth turned up in an imperceptible arc. Even she didn't notice it. She was feeling smug about seeing through a man's little thoughts.
After Qin Hao finished reading "Self-mockery", the president of the poetry club immediately changed his attitude toward him, and even suggested calling on everyone to analyze the poem together.
Seeing this, Qin Hao quickly pulled the corner of Li Jia's clothes, meaning: Brother, retreat.
If it were the past, Li Jia would definitely have let Qin Hao run away, but this time she ran out with him. When the president of the poetry club wanted to invite Qin Hao to talk about his creative inspiration, he found that Qin Hao and Li Jia had already disappeared.
Lost traces.
"Why are you running? People want to analyze your poems. This is a treatment only famous poets can get." Li Jia chased Qin Hao for a long distance, panting heavily and asked with a smile.
Qin Hao leaned on the railing and curled his lips: "Come on, it's just some stuff about compiling new words. If you have the time to analyze these, it's better to read a few more professional books."
"And you said you weren't mocking them." Li Jia showed a sly smile that succeeded.
"Then do you think Gu Cheng and Bei Dao's poems are also about compiling new words to express sorrow? But I think their poems are very vital."
Facing Li Jia's doubts, Qin Hao said seriously: "I don't deny that some of their poems are indeed good, but they are only good. They seem to be very vital and infectious, but they can only affect so many people."
Two generations, and perhaps our next generation, will feel that they are moaning for no reason when they listen to their poems."
"In my opinion, really good poetry can ignore time and last for thousands of years. For example, the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi, even if they span thousands of years of history, even if you don't understand the true meaning of the poem, you can still read it simply
I was struck by the words of the poem.”
Li Jia frowned when he heard this: "Then according to what you say, there will be no good poetry after the Tang and Song Dynasties?"
"How could it not be? In the Yuan Dynasty, there was Tang Wenru: After being drunk, I didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams that overwhelmed the stars. In the Ming Dynasty, there was Yang Shen: The rolling Yangtze River passed eastward, and the waves swept away all the heroes. In the Qing Dynasty, there was also Gong Zizhen: One flute and one sword.
The business has been notorious for fifteen years."
Li Jia smiled: "I see, you like bold and unconstrained poetry, so isn't there a modern poem that you think is good?"
"Of course there is, and there's more than one song."
"oh?"
"Each of the teacher's poems is infinitely higher than these so-called hazy poems."
Li Jia:......
Qin Hao didn't take this matter seriously, but what he didn't expect was that with the dissemination of the Tongji Poetry Club, this "self-deprecating" song would actually spread among Shanghai college students.
Some people think this poem is nonsense, but some people think it is very charming.
After going back and forth, many students who like poetry actually remembered Qin Hao's name. The most obvious thing is that some inexplicable letters always appear in Qin Hao's desk. Some people actually discuss poetry with him, but most of them
They are all love letters written to him by some girls.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It made the male classmates in the class jealous, and they even gave Qin Hao the nickname "Heart-throb" for this reason.
Qin Hao couldn't bear the disturbance, but fortunately, the head teacher finally discovered the situation.
In line with the "red line" of strictly preventing college students from falling in love, the class teacher quickly organized several class meetings with the counselors to talk about the "dangers" of falling in love during college.
Qin Hao naturally became a "living target" and was mentioned at least a dozen times in a class meeting.
Li Jiapo felt a little gloating about this. In the past, what she was most impatient about was class meetings, but now she listens to every class meeting with great interest.
Unknowingly, time flies by, and 1983 has come to the last December. In two weeks' New Year's Day, we are about to enter 1984.
Taking advantage of Sunday, Qin Hao made a long-distance call back to Suzhou from the small shop in front of the school. Although the small shop inside the school also has a telephone, the price is 80 cents a minute, which is simply a money grab. The shop outside is much cheaper.
Only six cents.
It was Li Yiming's grandfather who answered the phone. Li Yiming was still setting up a stall on Guanqian Street, and the small shop was left to his grandfather to look after. The whole family was making money, and his family was the richest in the alley.
"Haozi, just wait, I'll ask Song Ying to come and answer the phone."
"Excuse me, Grandpa Li."
After a few minutes, Song Ying panted and answered the phone. After a while of greetings, Song Ying began to complain to Qin Hao about Lin Dongzhe's "evil deeds" while he was away from home.
"Brother Hao, Xiaoting is going to Shanghai to visit her brother on New Year's Day. Can I also visit you?"
"You're not allowed to go. You've already spent all your pocket money this month. How can you get the money to buy a ticket? Unless you get into the top 50 of your grade in the final exam, there's no way."
Qin Hao couldn't help but feel moved when he heard the argument between mother and son.
"Aunt Song, please ask Lin Dongzhe to come over. I will take him to experience the university atmosphere in advance. Maybe he will be willing to study after he figures it out."
Song Ying thought it made sense when she heard it.
Lin Dongzhe was so happy that he almost jumped up on the spot: "Long live brother Hao, long live mother, I love you!"