I’m Really a Superstar Chapter 288: 【Zhang Ye Can’t write love poems well? 】

Evening.

The relatives have left early.

There are three Zhang Ye family members for dinner, and the eating is relatively simple. The fried noodles are also specially requested by Zhang Ye. You can't eat such authentic old Beijing fried noodles in the south, especially the Mother makes this halogen Absolutely, Zhang Ye has been tireless since childhood.

"How?" Mother asked with a smile.

Zhang Ye **** the noodles, "It's still that flavor, it's delicious."

Mother said joyfully: "That's right, I can't make the wrong technique. When you go back to Shanghai, Mom will give you more fried sauce, and you will bring it."

Zhang Ye ate, and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's six o'clock, what's wrong?" Father looked at his watch.

Zhang Ye hastened to eat the last two bites, "I have to go for a trip, something is wrong."

"Come back early." Mother reminded: "You have to report to Peking University tomorrow, don't delay the business."

"Alright, I see. I will be back before ten o'clock." Zhang Ye was full and went down to drive.

The Xb bulletproof car was thrown at the parents' house District. Because it was thrown too long, the car was all dirt, Zhang Ye was too late to wash the car, it does not matter, and went to the school of Cao Mengmeng.

Seven o'clock.

Beijing is outside the gate of the 15th Middle School.

It's a little cloudy, and then it seems to be dark all of a sudden, not even a buffer.

The fifteenth middle school is just west of Taoran Pavilion. Since Xinxin Road, it is quite close to Caishikou. In fact, you don't need to drive over from Zhang Ye Parent's house, it will definitely arrive in a quarter of an hour. As soon as the car arrived, Zhang Ye saw the bus at the gate of the school crowded into the car, and regretted that the car had come. It was known that the parents of the students brought their children to the New Year's Day party, and depending on the age of those children, there were not only Junior and middle school students even have high school students. Eighty percent of the evening party was held together by junior and senior high schools. The 15th middle school is the city's focus. This kind of party will naturally be more lively than ordinary middle schools.

Stop in line to stop.

Zhang Ye estimates that according to this Speed, he can't go to school for a while and a half. He has lived here for too long. He hit a steering wheel on the road, killed 200 meters to the west, and stopped the car in a hot pot. In front of the store, this store is in general business, usually there are not many cars parked, the boss is also a nearby resident, and it is very good to talk. Generally, when there is no parking space, he throws it at the parking space of his house, and the boss will not say anything.

Get out of the car, Zhang Ye walked into the 15th middle school.

The party starts at about 7:30, and almost everyone who arrives now has a tail.

Ring, ring, ring.

cell phone is ringing.

"Why aren't you here yet?" Cao Mengmeng angrily Voice popped out of the phone.

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I'm here. I just entered the door and opened the main entrance to the west. I'll wait for you with your school motto 丨?"

"Are you here? Wait for me, wait for me." Hang up.

A little while later, a charming figure ran over, "Brother" and then looked at him silently, "Why are you wearing sunglasses?"

Zhang Ye said: "Get used to it, wear it."

Cao Mengmeng said depressed: "I still want to show it, who knows you if you wear sunglasses?

Zhang Ye roll one's eyes said: "You got it, your brother is not as good as you think, my face is useless, hurry up, I promise you to come is good."

Cao Mengmeng took him to the direction of the auditorium. "No matter Let's go, fast, there is almost no place in it. There are too many people today. Junior high school and high school have a New Year's Day party. Although it is free to participate, more than half No one has come, but everyone who comes comes with a parent, the auditorium is not enough "

As soon as I entered the auditorium, it was really crowded.

The sulking breath that blows at me is really bad.

"Oh, don't squeeze"

"Daughter, I'm here"

"Teacher Sun, it's been a long time"

"Parents of Junior Trinity Class come here"

"The second and fifth classes have gathered parents to contact us before they arrive"

"Third classmates, listen to me. Try not to make a sound during the evening party, keep quiet, because it will be recorded."

Parents are in a hurry.

Class Teacher are also busy.

Inside, no one noticed Zhang Ye. Occasionally, even a few people stared at him for a few moments before turning away their eyes. It seemed that they were familiar with Zhang Ye, but didn't care. Zhang Ye is now a celebrity in size, especially the reputation of Beijing is not bad. After all, he is not the red and purple Celebrity like Zhang Yuanqi, and the exposure rate is also limited, so many people have not yet come to Zhang Ye to recognize sunglasses Where he came. The key point is the environment. If it is with the TV station door, if it is with a certain Celebrity party, everyone sees Zhang Ye wearing sunglasses, and you may not be able to guess it is because already has a signal implanted in the brain in advance. But here is a New Year's Day party in an ordinary middle school. Even if someone feels familiar with Zhang Ye, they don't think much about it.

There is a young woman calling her over "Mengmeng".

Cao Mengmeng beckoned, "Hee Hee, Teacher Leng, I'm here"

The young woman who usually wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses is obviously Class Teacher of Cao Mengmeng. She complained: "Every time you are slow, what about your parents?"

Cao Mengmeng dubbed Zhang Ye, "Dang Dang Dang Dang"

Teacher Leng smiled and nodded, "are you?"

Zhang Ye laughed: "Hello Teacher Leng, I'm his brother Mengmeng, this girl is bothering you."

Teacher Leng shook his hand briefly, "It's okay, the child Mengmeng is still very good. It is amusing person in our class, but it is not very motivated to learn. We will talk about it separately. We talked to him separately before. Parents have said several times, and the effect is not great. You are his brother and should be closer to the child. What you say may be more useful than his parents. She, the language is particularly poor. I am Language Teacher and Class Teacher. Immediately There is also a final exam. My Teacher is anxious for her. The basic knowledge is not good, the composition is not good, yes, and the Mathematics score, that is also ... "This Class Teacher looks like a very responsible Teacher, New Year's Day On the day of the party, don't forget to care about the children's learning.

Cao Mengmeng looked helpless and winked at Zhang Ye: See, what did I say, did our Teacher hit chicken blood at the sight of my parents?

Zhang Ye company claimed to be, "Well, Alright, I will criticize him in return."

Teacher Leng said, "You have to talk about her well." Then I noticed time, and said, "Hey, let's not talk, let's take a seat."

Cao Mengmeng, "Why is there no place?"

Teacher Leng turned around and found that the seats reserved for their class were gone. Several parents in their aisle were standing in the aisle. "Parents, I'm really sorry, the school may not be arranged today. The logistic side has prepared a chair. Can you just make it up and sit down the aisle? I'm sorry, we will all be here. "

Teacher Leng one's own hasn't made soft seats, and when I saw a parent who seemed to be older, she gave up the position of one's own to her, then she went to coordinate the chair, and found a lot of people to move, one's own also followed those Parents sit in the aisle. Other classes are similar to situation. Some classes are not full, and they evenly distribute the next class a bit. Some are full, and they can only use chairs in the aisle. However, their Class Teacher does not have one's own in the aisle.

So Teacher Leng is a good Class Teacher.

Zhang Ye didn't say anything, it does not matter sat on a small stool.

Cao Mengmeng is unwilling, "Brother, otherwise you sit with me, you are a big ..."

"Okay, how big is it." Zhang Ye interrupted her, "Hurry up and consolidate your recitation of program, shouldn't it be you in the second half."

"All right." Cao Mengmeng returned to his seat, surrounded by their classmates.

Besides, a little girl laughed Hee Hee and said, "Mengmeng, who is that?"

"My brother." Cao Mengmeng proudly tilted his neck, "handsome?"

Another boy blinked, "Well, why is your brother wearing sunglasses? How dark is the auditorium."

Cao Mengmeng giggled, "My brother is superstar, of course he has to wear sunglasses."

"superstar? Can't you?" said a young boy.

A young girl who doesn't seem to have a good relationship with Cao Mengmeng hums: "What Celebrity, Mengmeng have you blown up, I think your brother is wearing sunglasses-forcing it."

Cao Mengmeng cut off, "Lily, why can't I look down on you like this, if I tell you who my brother is, I'll scare you to death"

Li Li pouted, "You blow."

Cao Mengmeng slips the corners of his lips, "I don't bother to care about you."

A little boy hurried to the mud, "Mengmeng, Lily, don't quarrel with each other, you have to fight each other to meet your high and low, we are tired if you are not tired."

Celebrity?

None of the other students took it seriously.

Teacher Leng heard the conversation over there, and looked at the Zhang Ye behind the diagonal side. It was a bit familiar, but it seemed to be the face of the public, and then he didn't care.

"Little brother, are you?" said a parent beside him.

Zhang Ye looked at this middle-aged man, "Oh, I'm his brother Mengmeng."

The parent nodded with a smile, "Hello, I'm Peng Peng's father."

"I'm Xiao Meng's mother, how are you." Another middle-aged woman interjected.

Zhang Ye talked casually with a few parents. It was really not suitable for this kind of "parents meeting" atmosphere. After all, everyone was 30 or 40 years old, and one's own was only 20.

"What kind of work does the little brother do?" the middle-aged person was interested.

"Me?" Zhang Ye and time really couldn't answer. You said that he was engaged in Literature, not to mention that it was engaged in Host. Now it is also being worked by Pause. It will only be reported tomorrow, so this hesitation, the middle-aged woman next to me has turned the subject off.

Women's Road: "What is Brother in?"

The middle-aged person laughed: "The newspaper company Editor is to organize the publication of Literature. We have also published articles in Teacher Leng. At that time, it was my layout. I only knew that a few months ago Lengyue under the pseudonym is our Teacher Leng, which is a coincidence. "

Another man said, "Ah? Teacher Leng has been in the newspaper?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "The Yes, Teacher Leng are so talented. The editor of the last essay praised us, and wrote it very well."

Teacher Leng smiled bitterly without falling down: "Brother Yang, don't blow me up. I was lucky to catch up. What kind of talent is this ink in my stomach."

Yang Ge laughed: "You are modest, you have no talent, so who has it?"

Teacher Leng smiled slightly, "Of course it's Teacher Zhang Ye. I'm his fans. He writes poems, and he does program. He never uses script or conceives anything. He can write anything he can. The first work that shocked Literary circles, Teacher Zhang is talented "

Ye Yang Yang, "That's right, I heard that the anthology published by Zhang Ye has now sold more than 200,000 copies. That's not a novel. It's an anthology poem collection. This sales volume is sky-high"

Teacher Leng said: "This sales volume, I have contributed three books, Teacher Zhang Ye's poems are really good, articles and speeches are also world-class, not picking"

The woman said, "I haven't seen Zhang Ye's works, but my sister likes him so much. She has to watch her Zhang Ye's Talkshow twice or three times."

Brother Yang said with emotion: "Now on Literary circles, the most powerful newcomer is Zhang Ye, but I think it is really comparable. The Senior Master in Literary circles poetry should still be higher than Zhang Ye. In terms of Literature, Zhang Ye Should not be as good as the Master. "

Teacher Leng shook his head. "I don't think so. I think that Zhang Ye light theory works, already can be compared with those of Master, regardless of competition."

Brother Yang looked at her and said, "Teacher Leng, I have different opinions on this. If only on satirical poetry, Zhang Ye can be said to be the dominant Jiang Hu in Domestic, and it can indeed be compared with those of Literary circles Master." Dead Water "," Answer "Ah, or" Songs of Prisoner "and" My Confession "," Haiyan "is also counted. In this field, Zhang Ye is the peak and I admit it, but in the love poem, Zhang Ye's works are basically It is blank. That "Seeing or Not Seeing" is not a love poem. It really needs to be counted as a "The Flying Bird and Fish", so from the perspective of the diversity and comprehensiveness of Literature, there is still a certain comparison between Zhang Ye and Master. Gap. "

The woman said, "I have heard" The Flying Bird and Fish ", it's fine."

Teacher Leng laughed: "A song" The Flying Bird and Fish "is enough for already."

Yang Ge said: "But if it is true," The Flying Bird and Fish "is also the" farthest distance in the world ", at most it is a yearning for love, not a love poetry in a pure sense, at least I am Understand, so in terms of love in the poetry system, Zhang Ye still lacks proof of his work. If he really produces another modern poem that can appreciate love, I will admit that he is Master. "

Teacher Leng will not argue with him, "Yes."

Talking and chatting, their topic actually turned to Zhang Ye.

The Zhang Ye sitting in the middle of them couldn't help but blush. Listening to others exaggerating one's own, Class Teacher of Mengmeng also claimed to be his fans, Zhang Ye also smiled.

Look

popularity.

This is popularity comrades