Chapter Twenty-Four: The Heart of a Teenager

Yun Zhao lay on the brocade couch, chattering about the problems he had encountered recently, occasionally glancing at his son who was breastfeeding, every time at this time, his Adam's apple would always slide up and down, but it was very secretive, so that Qian Duoduo and Feng Ying did not find out.

"I don't want those old people, I don't want any of them, I just want those young people who have not been contaminated by the spirit of old decay and twilight, these people not only cannot become the driving force for the progress of society and the country, but have even degenerated into resistance.

However, they don't think so, thinking that only by being old and dignified can they ensure the stability of the country and the nation.

I wanted to make a change, but I couldn't do it......"

Qian Duoduo leaned on Yun Zhao, she was very heavy now, the original fox face had become the full moon face that Guanzhong people liked, and her thick waist still needed to be held by Yun Zhao, lest she slide off the brocade couch.

"Husband, I saw this Ruan Dayue when I was in Yingtianfu, this person has been courteous to me many times, began to send money, saw that I didn't like it, and began to sell poetry, after being refuted by me, he began to write dramas again, and invited me to listen, after I refused, he immediately disappeared, is a character who knows how to advance and retreat.

You don't lose yourself just because you're obsessed with something.

Most of the scholars in Jiangnan are like this, the more clever and talented they are, the more so, for these people, they are the most important, they like a person or like an object, they have their own bottom line, and they will give up immediately after exceeding this bottom line.

After interacting with these people, the concubine found that what made them haunted the most was - poetry!

They always feel that the Jiangnan literary style is prosperous, and the literary style should lead the world's trend, but unfortunately, since the advent of Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal" in Shuzhong, the Jiangnan geniuses have been breathless, and over the years, they have continued to compose poems, but none of them can be comparable to Yang Shen.

So they specialize in calligraphy and painting, as well as opera, even if there are a lot of things, after all, they can't compare to the majestic atmosphere of "Linjiang Immortal".

The husband did half of the "Chinese Teenager Said" many years ago, and the concubine thought that reading this article made people feel full of blood, showing the pride of young people, if the husband can complete the whole article, he will be able to shine for a thousand years.

And those Jiangnan scholars will also be impressed by my Lantian County. ”

Yun Zhao listened to Qian Duoduo's words, pouted and said: "I never care about these things, poetry and articles are just small paths, and they can't be used by the world. ”

Qian Duoduo rubbed her husband's cheek affectionately and said in a greasy voice: "The concubine just likes my husband's chest without ink, but he is arrogant and dry." ”

Yun Zhao pushed Qian Duoduo's fat face away from his face and said angrily: "Why doesn't anyone believe it when you tell the truth? ”

Feng Ying hugged her son on the bed and chuckled: "Since my husband is so confident, let's use the talent you just mentioned to make a song, so that the two of us ignorant women can open our eyes!" ”

"Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and all the horses are sad. I advise the heavenly lord to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. ”

Without waiting for Feng Ying's voice to fall, Yun Zhao couldn't wait to read out Gong Zizhen's "Yihai Miscellaneous Poems Nineth", this person will not be born in a hundred and fifty years, so Yun Zhao has no sense of shame for plagiarizing the poem, after all, when the main owner can't accuse him of plagiarism, this poem is his, but I don't know if Gong Zizhen will be beaten by others when he makes this poem in the future.

Feng Ying was stunned, Qian Duoduo pulled Yun Zhao's head and observed for a while and said, "Husband, I have been worried about this matter for the past few days, and I have a feeling in my heart, so I gave birth to this poem?" ”

Yun Zhao sighed and said: "Your husband is a young man, and he has worked hard for many years to make the current situation, but unfortunately I am full of ambition and strategy for governing the country, but I can't vigorously display it, and I have touched the ashes of my nose in the south of the Yangtze River, which makes me soberly realize that I am in the "two ......bumps in the road in my life" at this time."

Alas, if you want good poetry in the future, ask your husband for it, and the great poet you are striving for is actually your pillow person. ”

Qian Duoduo left the brocade couch and quickly transcribed the poem, and when he showed it to Yun Zhao, he was scolded by Yun Zhao with two typos!

Qian Duoduo bowed his head for the first time and humbly taught him, carefully leaned on his husband and said coquettishly in a sweet and glutinous voice: "Give the concubine the first affectionate and timeless." ”

Yun Zhao yawned, lazily turned Qian Duoduo's face over and looked at himself and said, "Do you remember the first time we met?" ”

Qian Duoduo said excitedly: "Yun Jiao put me in his pocket and threw me on the ground, I climbed out of the bag and saw you, you were so fat at that time...... But I love it. ”

Yun Zhao patted Qian Duoduo's fat face and said, "For the sake of you about to have a child, I'll give you a song, you listen well." ”

Qian Duoduo, Feng Yingyi.asxs. head.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

hurriedly finished reading this Nalan poem, ignoring the already stupid Qian Duoduo Yunzhao turned his head to Feng Ying and smiled: "Do you want it?" ”

Feng Ying shook his head and said, "It's too bad, when the concubine arrives on an important day, I will ask my husband for it." ”

Yun Zhao nodded and said, "Okay, tell me when you want it, and you can do as much as you want—ah!" What are you biting me for! ”

Qian Duoduo bit Yun Zhao's shoulder blade fiercely, making Yun Zhao feel painful.

Qian Duoduo didn't care, he screamed and kept biting, and after a while, he stopped, and then he saw that Yun Zhao's shoulder blade epithelium was broken.

"Is this love to the bone?" Yun Zhao rubbed his shoulders and complained about a lot of money.

"Write it down!"

Qian Duoduo, whose belly was like a leather ball, didn't know where the strength came from, so he insisted on dragging Yun Zhao off the brocade couch, Yun Zhao was worried about hurting the child, so he immediately got up and wrote down this Nalan poem.

Qian Duoduo looked at this poem, smirked for a while, was sad for a while, and didn't know what he was thinking, Yun Zhao copied Gong Zizhen's poem and handed it to Feng Ying: "Keep it well, it will be worth a lot of money in the future." ”

Feng Ying smiled and put away the painting, nodded again and again, "It will definitely be." ”

Qian Duoduo finally woke up from the psychedelia, looked at Yun Zhao affectionately and said, "Husband, there is no name for the poem." ”

Yun Zhao waved his hand magnificently and said, "Poetry on the bed!" ”

Qian Duoduo immediately beat Yun Zhao twice in anger and said, "You have never been willing to treat me well." ”

Yun Zhao clenched Qian Duoduo's fist and said with a smile: "The things are given to the two of you, you can call them whatever name you want, even if you run out and say that it is all written by you." ”

Seeing that Qian Duoduo and Feng Ying were very satisfied, Yun Zhao put on his soft shoes and prepared to get up and leave.

Feng Ying said in a low voice, "Aren't you going to rest here tonight?" ”

Qian Duoduo immediately hugged Yun Zhao's arm and said, "Go to me, I still have something to say." ”

Yun Zhao spread his hands and said: "What Duoduo just said is very reasonable, I should indeed finish writing the article "Young China Says" and hand it over to the students of Yushan Academy, over the past few years, I found that they seem to have been contaminated with some twilight, and I need this article to be thought-provoking." ”

Hearing that Yun Zhao was going to do business, neither Feng Ying nor Qian Duoduo would pester him anymore, but his son Yun Zhang might not be able to stand the sour smell in the room, and he cried loudly.

Picking up the fat son, Yun Zhao immediately felt refreshed, even if the child had already pulled a bunch.

Late at night, Yun Zhao sat alone in the large study, his back reflected on the window, and any officials who passed by the window automatically lightened their pace.

They all understand that every document approved by the county represents that a problem in Lantian County has been solved, and many people want to keep the silhouette of the county's hard work forever so that they can tell future generations.

"The first paragraph is absolutely unwanted, and others will not know what to do if they keep it...... The old are like opium smokers, and the young are like brandy. The old people are like meteorites from other planets, and the young people are like coral islands in the ocean. The old man is like the pyramids of the Egyptian desert, and the young man is like the railway of Siberia...... This paragraph can't be wanted, can't this old thing use more classics in his composition? I have to get something out that doesn't go west or east. ”

"Ren Gong? Liang Rengong? Boast? Go to rest, Yun Zhao said it's good. ”

"I spent a lot of effort to show off the original text to others...... This is to make trouble for yourself, it naturally makes sense to change the textbook to that way, and now you have to change it again, it's really self-inflicted. ”

"Kangqian prosperous? What the hell is this? Remove! ”

"Gong Zizhen, Mazzini? It's all unborn characters, remove ......"

After Yun Zhao changed Yangyang's more than 3,700 words to more than 2,600 words and re-copied them, the sky was bright.

The original text was burned with his own hands, and there was still a thick stack of manuscript paper on Yun Zhao's desk.

When Yang Xiong entered the door, he saw Yun Zhao sitting on the chair silently, so he approached gently, looked at the manuscript paper on the table, and at first just silently chanted, and then his voice gradually became louder...... "The old people often think about the past, and the young people often think about the future." Thinking about the past, so I am nostalgic; Thinking about the future, so there is hope. But nostalgia is also, so conservative; But hope also, so enterprising ......"

Yun Zhao looked at Yang Xiong, who was obsessed with it, and said softly: "Publish it, all the officials and students of Lantian County who belong to me have a copy, you must memorize it, and you must understand the spirit of it." ”

Yang Xiong picked up a thick stack of manuscript paper and said in a low voice: "The county venerable has not slept all night, it's time to rest." ”

Yun Zhao said in a low voice: "Jiangnan Lao Ru is already old, unbearable, we only need teenagers, as long as you and I are ordinary teenagers, I want to use the blood, dreams, vitality, and strength of young people to create a new Ming world."

Yang Xiong, we are all young people, young people should have the vitality of young people, I don't believe that the youthful dreams of young people will not create a bright and bright new world!

This article is the clarion call for our departure, the direction of our journey, our blood, our tears, our pride, our hearts are full of light, we are the hidden dragon, the milk tiger, the eagle, the strange flower, the sword, the world itself is prepared for us.

There is no reason for us to give up, the old, the rotten, the dark, will eventually be melted by our light!

Yang Xiong, this is the young heart that I have been emphasizing! ”