Chapter 28 I’m too lazy to write new poems, but the wine is still warm

“It was written by the leader.” Section Chief Liu said in a low voice, “He specifically told Director Mei the request. Many people from the literary and art circles who came to the meeting this time wanted to highlight the cultural heritage of Xihe. He personally I started writing four sentences on the paper, and I read them exactly as they were written. "

"Has the leader read a lot of poetry?"

Chen Bin said on the side: "What's the point? The leader is from the Chinese Department and has a good reputation. We all know it in the city. Do you know how he is evaluated by everyone in the system? 'Confucian official'."

Wang Zixu thought for a while and said: "These four paragraphs , which are spring scene, summer scene, autumn scene, and winter scene. The leader should have used four lines of poetry to describe spring, summer, autumn, and winter, but he probably wrote in a hurry and only wrote half of the sentence, leaving us to fill in the rest. "

After hearing this, Chen Bin immediately put his head in his hands. He was about to explode again. Just now I had one to fill in, and now I have another to fill in.

Section Chief Liu paused for a moment and said: "Yes, you are right. Hurry up and check if you have a computer there. I will take a photo of the four lines of the poem and send it to you."

Chen Bin roared: "There are only three minutes left, brother! We have to check now! After this is done, I will have to drive to 100 yards before I can deliver the manuscript! Do you have a printer there? Why don't you go and print it out after you finish writing!"

Section Chief Liu said: "It's not like you don't know that we will be on site at Qingliang Villa. In the suburbs of this place, the nearest printer is 5 kilometers away."

Wang Zixu said: "Stop arguing!"

The two fell silent.

"It is late in spring when the swallows do not return, and the apricot blossoms are cold in the misty rain. This is Dai Shulun's "Su Xi Pavilion". Hurry up, the next sentence."

Chen Bin asked in a trembling voice: "Brother, are you sure?"

"Sure, hurry up."

Section Chief Liu immediately said: "The next sentence is, the green trees are shaded in summer."

"The green trees are shaded in summer, and the towers reflect into the pond. The tall and parallel one is "Summer in the Pavilion."" Wang Zixu said.

Chen Bin grabbed his hair with both hands and shouted "fuck" in his heart. He wanted to ask Wang Zixu how he remembered it so clearly and whether it was true or made up, but he was afraid of interrupting his train of thought.

Section Chief Liu continued: "Next sentence, red leaves and yellow flowers come in autumn."

Wang Zixu was about to knock down, but suddenly frowned: "That's wrong."

Section Chief Liu asked: "What's wrong?"

Wang Zixu frowned and thought for a moment, then said with a smile: "That's right. Autumn is in chaos with red leaves, yellow flowers, white fish and purple crabs. It's Su Shi's."

Chen Bin stared at him from the side: "Brother, don't scare me!"

Wang Zixu didn't scare him. The main thing is that this sentence "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn" is different from the other two sentences.

The phrase "red leaves and yellow flowers in autumn" has been used more than once in the past dynasties. For example, what he can recall are "red leaves and yellow flowers are in chaos in autumn", "red leaves and yellow flowers are late in autumn" and "red leaves and yellow flowers are old in autumn".

However, except for Su Shi’s song, the others are all lyrics, which are not consistent with the previous style.

If the leader is really a "Confucian official" who graduated from the Chinese Department, then he must be very particular about this aspect, and will not mix poetry and lyrics, confusing the style.

So he suddenly said "right, right".

Chief Liu said: "The last sentence is, lie down and watch the plum blossoms in winter."

Wang Zixu frowned again: "That's not right."

Chen Bin shouted: "What's wrong again?!"

He felt like he was riding a roller coaster, and his heart couldn't stand it anymore.

Wang Zixu said: "There is no such poem."

"Why is there no such poem?"

"There is no such poem in history."

Chief Liu asked: "Are you sure it is 'no'."

Wang Zixu said: "Sure."

Section Chief Liu said: "Check."

Chen Bin sat down panting and searched on a computer nearby. After a while, he said: "There is indeed none."

There are those who lie down to look at the West Lake, some who lie down to listen to the wind and rain, and some who look at the mountains, water and clouds, but there is no "lying down to look at the plum blossoms".

The three of them fell into silence at the same time.

In the end, it was Chen Bin who regained his senses first: "It's too late, or just leave it like this."

Section Chief Liu said: "The first three paragraphs have hats, but the last paragraph has no hats, so reading it is not literary and artistic. What a fool? Others thought we couldn’t even find four lines of poetry!" Chen Bin said, "Then just delete the first three."

Section Chief Liu hesitated.

After a while, he said: "No, you have to wear a hat. The leader has clearly asked for it. I quote poems and quote poems. The hats are all taken off. It doesn't read smoothly and it sounds too obvious. When the leader is unhappy, can you take responsibility?"

Chen Bin gritted his teeth and said: "It would be great if Ning Cainnu was still here. She must know how to do it, just let her help."

Section Chief Liu said: "Ning Cainv is here? Do you have her phone number? ? "

"It's too late." Chen Bin looked up at his watch, "There's still one minute." "We have to write this sentence ourselves.

Chen Bin turned to look at him: "What?"

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter, these four lines, each line has the fifth word with a season, very neat. I guess the leader couldn't think of a poem about winter scenery with this structure, so he wrote one himself, but because he was too busy, he only wrote half of it."

Chen Bin said: "What should we do?"

Wang Zixu said: "We can only write it ourselves."

Chen Bin said: "Now is the time to joke?"

Wang Zixu said: "I'm not kidding. I've already written it."

After that, he typed on the keyboard:

Lying down to see the plum blossoms in winter and the white moon, I felt as if dusk snow filled the village in front.

“Lying and watching the plum blossoms in winter and the white moon, wondering about the snow in front of the village at dusk?” Chen Bin read out this poem, “Whose poem is this?”

“My poem.” Wang Zixu said, “I just thought of it.”

Chen Bin stayed for a while, and then said: "That's it. Print!"

Wang Zixu printed two copies, Chen Bin quickly stapled them, and then rushed out the door like a 100-meter race.

When he rushed to the door, he stopped, looked back at Wang Zixu, and said:

"Thank you, brother, thanks to you today."

After that, he went out without looking back.

Wang Zixu glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that the time was just right.

On the phone, Section Chief Liu made a tired voice: "Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Zixu said: "It's okay."

Section Chief Liu said: "Actually, if you write a poem yourself and put it up, the risk is quite high. If the people below hear it, it is still a bit dangerous."

Wang Zixu said: "I am just a business editor, and I don't want to be promoted. What are you afraid of? How can you fire me?"

Section Chief Liu smiled and said, you can't say that.

Wang Zixu asked: "Can I light a cigarette?"

Section Chief Liu said: "Okay. The ashtray is on Director Mei's desk."

Wang Zixu lit a Big Harvest. On the other end of the phone, a lighter sounded, and he also lit a cigarette.

The two of them puffed away for a while and enjoyed a quiet moment.

Section Chief Liu asked: "Did you really write that poem yourself?"

Wang Zixu said: "I just broke it off casually."

Section Chief Liu said: "Actually, the writing is quite good. Listen. That’s what happened.”

Wang Zixu lay down on the chair: “There is not enough time.”

Chief Liu said: “You can write a poem in seven steps.”

Wang Zixu said: "You praise me. I can't compare with Cao Zhi."

Section Chief Liu said: "Director Mei and I have to stay here and watch the leader's speech. He has finished his speech. There is no problem. We will come back. You are in the office If we sit in the room for a while, it won't be so chaotic anymore."

Wang Zixu said, "Don't say that, I sound a little scared."

Section Chief Liu laughed and hung up the phone immediately.

The office returned to silence.

Silence means loneliness. But Wang Zixu was not very lonely at this time.

Although his body was tired, his mind was full and surging.

Romain Rolland said that the mind of a great man is like the top of a mountain, where there are strong winds and clouds all year round, but breathing is extremely smooth.

His mood at this time was similar to this sentence.

He just leaned on the chair, his body and mind slowly relaxed, and he actually fell asleep.

Wang Zixu was woken up by a burst of noise. When he woke up, Mei Rucheng, Section Chief Liu, Ning Chunyan, Shen Qingfeng, Chen Bin, and a few people he knew or didn't know, a large group of people were all in the office.

He quickly stood up. Mei Rucheng looked like he had just come back and was dusty. He strode in and slapped a stack of manuscripts in his hand on the desk.

Wang Zixu took a closer look, hehe, isn’t this the manuscript he typed out before and asked Chen Bin to take to the on-site meeting?

He looked around and found that everyone had different expressions. Mei Rucheng had a strange look in his eyes, Section Chief Liu was dejected, and Chen Bin looked as if nothing had happened.

Especially Ning Chunyan, with her hands behind her back and her slender and shapely legs exposed under her long skirt, a pair of almond-shaped eyes staring at her fiercely, with a bit of hatred in her eyes, and she didn't know where she had offended her.

He really wanted to ask them, will the scene be successful? Has the manuscript been successfully sent? Has the leader read the manuscript?

But he didn’t dare to speak. He was a little confused.

“Who wrote this manuscript?” Mei Rucheng put his hand on the manuscript and asked.

The prince said weakly: "I, I..."

"Yes." Mei Rucheng nodded calmly, "Who asked you to speculate on the leader's thoughts? Who told you to speculate on the leader's thoughts like that?"

Mei Rucheng's voice was calm and intimidating, and Wang Zixu suddenly felt chilled all over.