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Chapter 1082 Self-mockery and poetry
Chapter 1082 Self-mockery and poetry
Just when Li Jia's vision was a little dazed, a tall figure slowly approached with the setting sun.
When their eyes met, Li Jia couldn't help but smile, but soon he seemed to notice something and turned his head away.
"Hey, isn't this our Go champion back?"
The classmates started to make a noise, and 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. Teacher Yao told me that you were in this tree, so I came to take a look."
As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, the classmates started complaining again.
"Don't just watch, come and help, and go to the cafeteria quickly after you're done, or else all the good food will be taken away."
Qin Hao smiled and walked straight towards Li Jia, scolding the students who were making a fuss as he walked: "It's just planting some trees, you guys are so vain, you can't even do this little job."
When the classmates heard this, they immediately became unhappy and wanted to compete with Qin Hao.
"I'm not targeting anyone. Every one of us here is a playboy!" Qin Hao used a line in Cantonese to make a big sarcasm.
The boys, including Zhuang Tunan, got excited instantly and wanted to form a team to compete with Qin Hao.
Qin Hao waved his hand and said, "Then we will form a group of two and see who can plant faster and better. The loser will buy soda for the whole class."
"Okay, who will you team up with?"
When the students heard that there was soda to drink, they were immediately excited.
Li Jia was about to remind Qin Hao not to misuse the subsidy like he did last month, but saw Qin Hao move closer and whispered.
"I've boasted so much, you don't want to see me embarrassed, do you?"
Li Jia gave Qin Hao a sidelong look: "What does your shame have to do with me?"
Before he could finish his words, Qin Hao loudly announced, "Don't accuse me of bullying you. Li Jia and I are in the same team, and whoever comes to destroy me will be the next one to be defeated."
Only then did Li Jia realize that he had been tricked by this guy again.
Just when Li Jia wanted to explain herself, her classmates had already tied her together with Qin Hao.
"Class monitor, please sacrifice yourself for the sake of our class's soda."
"Haha, that's right, squad leader, don't exert too much effort for a while, let this kid go crazy."
Everyone started to make a fuss, and finally two strong male students in the class challenged Qin Hao. Almost all the students were cheering for them, and Li Jia was forced to form a group with the "villain" Qin Hao.
"Three, two, one... start!"
As the referee counted down, Qin Hao and two other male classmates began to swing their hoes vigorously to dig a hole. Li Jia originally wanted to help, but found that she could not get involved at all. Qin Hao swung the hoe too fast, and soon he dug a medium-sized hole in front of him.
Li Jia was stunned for a moment, and taking advantage of this opportunity, another group that was originally behind caught up with the progress, planted the saplings first, and quickly filled them with soil. Li Jia woke up as if from a dream and quickly planted the saplings.
However, it was still a step too late.
"Li Yang and Liu Bin did a great job."
"Oh, there's some soda to drink."
The students cheered.
On the way back, Li Jia apologized to Qin Hao with great regret.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Qin Hao smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry about it. I lost on purpose. Look how happy everyone is now."
Li Jia couldn't help but remind him: "You have to stay in school for the whole month. The subsidy won't be enough if you spend it this way."
"Don't worry, in addition to the school's subsidy, I also have an allowance from the chess academy."
"Really?"
"Of course, the one in front of you is a professional Go player of 6th dan."
"Do you want me to sign your autograph?"
"Since you are so sincere, I'll take a photo with you."
"Tch, who cares?"
……
After returning to campus, Qin Hao integrated into the community quickly. Except for the first few days when his classmates asked him some questions about the Chinese Chess Institute out of curiosity, they soon forgot about it.
On the one hand, the courses in the Department of Architecture are indeed heavy. Advanced mathematics, architectural mechanics, and building structures are much more profound than the mathematics and physics learned in high school. In addition, there is painting and sketching. For students who have no art foundation at all, it is simply a nightmare. Zhuang Tunan is one of them. He can only go back to the dormitory every night to practice hard, and he doesn't know how many pencils and erasers he has used.
On the other hand, the extracurricular life in college is extremely rich. Except for the fact that there was no Internet and the only way to obtain information was through books and magazines, the spiritual world of college students in the 80s was much richer than that of later generations. There were dances and social gatherings held almost every half a month.
Of course, the most popular is poetry. As the mainstay of contemporary literary creation, poetry is particularly widely spread among college students. In this era without the Internet and even telephones, it only takes a week or even a few days for a poem to become popular in colleges and universities.
The fact that poetry can be spread so quickly through word of mouth is enough to prove its vitality and appeal.
The most popular poets at Tongji are Bei Dao, Gu Cheng and Shu Ting. Whenever their new poems come out, the school poetry club will hold poetry readings, and there is an endless stream of students participating.
Originally, Qin Hao was not very interested in modern poetry, as he always felt it was a bit delicate and artificial, but he couldn't resist Zhuang Tunan who kept asking him to participate. Plus, he always ran into Li Jia at the poetry club activities, so he just treated it as a way to kill time.
On this day, after class on Friday afternoon, it was time for the poetry club activity. Zhuang Tunan put away his books early and waved to Qin Hao.
There were no works by famous poets at this event, so after a few girls read a few works by Gu Cheng and Bei Dao at the beginning, it seemed a bit boring, so the president of the poetry club made a suggestion.
“Is there anyone who has written a poem that can share it with everyone?”
At first, everyone was a little embarrassed, but with the encouragement of everyone in the poetry club, some people went on stage to recite their works and received a lot of applause. Gradually, everyone became bolder and some people went on stage to recite.
Qin Hao yawned, and Li Jia frowned slightly: "If you are not interested in poetry, why do you come to participate in the poetry club activities?"
"How do you know I'm not interested?" Qin Hao asked back.
"You can tell."
"Is it so obvious?"
Li Jia's lips moved slightly: "It's not nice of you to do this. It's not respectful."
"You can't blame me for this. It's their fault that their poems weren't touching enough." Qin Hao spread out his hands, looking innocent.
Just when Li Jia was about to say something, the president of the poetry society had already noticed the whispering of the two. After a "male poet" finished reciting his work and stepped down from the stage, he stood up and faced the direction of Qin Hao and Li Jia and said.
"Just now these two students have been communicating privately. I guess they must have better works to present to everyone."
Li Jia gave Qin Hao a depressed look, and then explained: "We were just discussing the works of those classmates. They were very well written, and I couldn't help but..."
Before she could finish, the president of the poetry club started to make a noise again: "These two students are a little shy, let's give them a round of applause to encourage them."
There was thunderous applause, and even Zhuang Tunan, who was unaware of the truth, joined in the planting.
Just when Li Jia didn't know how to end the situation, she saw Qin Hao stand up and walk 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 asked, "Would it be convenient for this student to introduce himself?"
"Class 2, Department of Architecture, Qin Hao."
"Please give a round of applause to welcome Qin Hao to recite his work."
There was a sparse applause. Qin Hao remained calm and smiled at the students present: "No need to be so solemn. I just thought of four lines at random. They are not really a poem. I will leave after you finish reading them."
"I have been at peace in a deserted place for a long time. I have little to do with romance, but I have mistaken vinegar for ink, and my writing has become sour on paper for half my life."
When the students present heard the first two sentences, their first reaction was: What a crap, bullshit. But when the last two sentences came out, they were stunned on the spot.
"But he mistook old vinegar for ink, and the paper he wrote on was sour. What a good poem, what a good poem."
"Yes, this poem may sound ordinary at first, but if you think about it carefully, it is quite interesting."
Zhuang Tunan was stunned at first, but then he was relieved. In high school, Qin Hao's literary level was praised even by the Chinese teacher of No. 1 Middle School, and many of his compositions were published in the school newspaper. From childhood to adulthood, Qin Hao knew so many things. It was just a poem, so there was no need to make a fuss.
Li Jia's face looked a little strange. She could see Qin Hao's disdain for the poetry club, so she had reason to believe that the last sentence: "Written half a lifetime, but the paper is sour" was satirizing the poetry club.
The president of the poetry club asked with shining eyes: "Student Qin Hao, does this poem have a name?"
"Just shout and make fun of yourself." Qin Hao said and returned to his seat.
Li Jia is now more certain: "Your sour character is from the satirical poetry club, right?"
"I'm not, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for defamation." Qin Hao said seriously.
Li Jia glanced at Qin Hao, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up in an imperceptible arc. Even she herself did not notice that she was feeling complacent about seeing through a man's little thoughts.
After Qin Hao finished reading "Self-mockery", the president of the poetry society's attitude towards him immediately changed 360 degrees, and he even proposed to call on everyone to analyze the poem together.
Seeing this, Qin Hao quickly pulled the corner of Li Jia's clothes, meaning: Buddy, it's time to retreat.
If it were in the past, Li Jia would definitely 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 disappeared.
"Why are you running? People want to analyze your poems. This is a treatment only for famous poets." Li Jia chased Qin Hao for a long distance, gasping for breath and asked with a smile.
Qin Hao leaned on the railing and curled his lips: "Come on, it's just some stuff that's made up to express sadness. If you have the time to analyze it, it's better to read a few more professional books."
"And you still say I'm not mocking them." Li Jia showed a sly smile of success.
"Then do you think that the poems of Gu Cheng and Bei Dao are also forced to express sorrow for the sake of creating new words? But I think their poems are full of vitality."
Facing Li Jia's doubts, Qin Hao said seriously: "I don't deny that some of their poems are indeed good, but they are just good. They seem to be very vital and contagious, but they can only influence one or two generations. Perhaps our next generation will think that their poems are just whining without reason when they listen to them again."
"In my opinion, truly good poetry can ignore time and last for thousands of years. For example, the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi can still be moved by the words of the poems even if they span thousands of years of history and even if you don't understand the true meaning of the poems."
Li Jia frowned when she heard this: "So according to you, there are no more good poems after the Tang and Song dynasties?"
"How could there not be any? In the Yuan Dynasty, there was Tang Wenru: After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was under the water, and the boat was full of sweet dreams that pressed down the stars. In the Ming Dynasty, there was Yang Shen: The Yangtze River rolled eastward, and the waves washed away all the heroes. In the Qing Dynasty, there was Gong Zizhen: A flute and a sword were my lifelong mission, and I carried the name of a madman for fifteen years."
Li Jia smiled and said, "I see, you like the bold and unrestrained poetry. Is there no modern poem that you think is good?"
"Of course there are, and more than one."
"Oh?"
"Every one of the teacher's poems is infinitely superior to these so-called obscure poems."
Li Jia: …
Qin Hao did not take this matter to heart, but what he did not expect was that with the dissemination of Tongji Poetry Society, this "self-deprecating" poem actually spread among the Shanghai college student community.
Some people think this poem is nonsense, while others think it is very poetic.
As time went by, many students who liked poetry remembered Qin Hao's name. The most obvious thing was that there were always some inexplicable letters on Qin Hao's desk. Some of them were really discussing poetry with him, but most of them were love letters written to him by girls.
This made the male classmates in the class envious and jealous, and they even gave Qin Hao a nickname "Charmer". What a joke! Qin Hao was very annoyed by it. Fortunately, the head teacher discovered this in the end.
In order to strictly prevent college students from crossing the "red line" of love, the head teacher and the counselor immediately organized several class meetings to talk in detail about the "dangers" of 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 bit gloating about this. In the past, what she was most impatient about were class meetings, but now she listened to every meeting with gusto.
Before we knew it, time flew by and 1983 had come to its final December. In two weeks, it would be New Year's Day and we would soon enter 12.
Taking advantage of the Sunday, Qin Hao made a long-distance call back to Suzhou from the store in front of the school. Although the store inside the school also had a phone, it cost 80 cents a minute, which was simply a rip-off. The store outside was much cheaper, only 60 cents.
It was Li Yiming's grandfather who answered the phone. Li Yiming was still setting up a stall on Guanqian Street, and the grocery store was left to his grandfather. The whole family was making money. In fact, his family was the richest in the alley.
"Haozi, wait a minute. I'll go get Song Ying to answer the phone."
"Sorry to bother you, Grandpa Li."
After a few minutes, Song Ying answered the phone panting. After a round of asking about Qin Hao's well-being, Song Ying began to complain to Qin Hao about Lin Dongzhe's "evil deeds" when he was not at home.
"Brother Hao, Xiaoting is going to Shanghai to see her brother on New Year's Day. Can I come and see you too?"
"You can't go. You've already spent all your pocket money this month. How can you afford the ticket? Unless you rank in the top 50 in the final exam, there's no way."
Qin Hao couldn't help but feel moved when listening to the argument between mother and son.
"Aunt Song, please ask Lin Dongzhe to come over. I'll take him to experience the atmosphere of college in advance. Maybe he'll be willing to study after he figures things out."
Song Ying thought it made sense.
Lin Dongzhe was so happy that he almost jumped up: "Long live Brother Hao, long live Mom, I love you!"