Cao Xiuwen stroked the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hands. He acted awkwardly and looked at a short poem sent by the student.

"Who wrote this? It's quite interesting!"

As a senior professor in the Chinese Department of Fudan University, Cao Xiuwen has a very high level of accomplishment in literature. As a trendy school who is almost 60 years old, he knows computers, is willing to surf the Internet, and knows some popular things.

At present, this unknown poem describes the well-known story in a relaxed and humorous tone. Although the intentions in it are all things in Journey to the West, the lines reveal Sun Wukong's yearning for simplicity, simplicity and only life.

"What a mountain of flowers and fruits! Facing the East China Sea, spring flowers bloom."

Cao Xiuwen exclaimed that this folk is indeed a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. Any short poem can be written so appropriately. Five hundred years ago, the rebellious Sun Wukong had such a sensitive and optimistic image in his heart.

There was a vague contrast. Cao Xiuwen watched it repeatedly, then slowly poked the keyboard with his finger. He asked Xie Yutong, "Who wrote this? Is there any follow-up?"

At this time, Xie Yutong didn't expect that the busy mentor would reply so quickly. She was browsing the comments below Zhang Chu's Weibo.

After seeing Cao Xiuwen's email, Xie Yutong quickly replied: "This is written by Zhang Chu, the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Jiangdong Province this year. He also wrote "The Death of the Red Rabbit". It seems that there is no follow-up yet, but it has just been posted on Weibo."

"So that's how it is." Cao Xiuwen was a little regretful. This poem used various positive and happy words and emotions to hide Sun Wukong's ties to the life of Journey to the West. Those were the ideal life that monkeys yearned for.

In connection with people's interpretation of the various darkness of Journey to the West, it was like seeking a sustenance for light in the darkness. Cao Xiuwen thought about it and sent this poem to his old friends.

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When WeChat became popular, Cao Xiuwen and his old friends were still in the QQ era. When Zhang Chu's nameless poem appeared in their group, the old men who couldn't sleep immediately had topics to talk about.

There are only more than 30 members in the QQ group that are not visible and do not show off. If they have an understanding of Chinese literature, the names of these people will make them feel like they are pilgrimage.

Any name is well-known. If you search for their names, you will probably be scared by the works.

"Huh, Lao Cao. When will you write such an interesting thing?"

He was not asleep at 9 o'clock in the evening, and Ma Qiwei is now getting older and less sleep. After quickly browsing the things Cao Xiuwen sent, he immediately said: "Are you interested in posting them to our "Poetry Magazine"?"

Ma Qiwei is different from Cao Xiuwen. He uses a handwriting board. Sometimes if his writing is too elegance, the handwriting board cannot be identified, so he can only use relatively standard regular script.

Even so, it is faster than typing. The older generation is not very good at using electronic devices.

"Brother Qiwei, this is not what I wrote."

Cao Xiuwen quickly explained that what people like him are most reluctant to do is to take other people's works as their own and be considered a real literati.

Ma Qiwei's identity is not simple. He is a prose writer, but he ended up going to "Poetry Magazine" to become the editor-in-chief and is about to retire.

While he was still writing and about to send it out, another old friend, Shi Chengye, said it first, "Who wrote this poem?"

"You guess." Cao Xiuwen was so playful that he wanted these old friends to make a good guess.

Ma Qiwei thought about the familiar names in his head, "This lyric poem looks humorous, but it still has a certain foundation in its core. Is this written by Lao Hong? He is very childish and might write such words."

"Or it would be Ye Wenlun. This old guy likes to pretend to be a new guy the most. Last time he used a new pseudonym, he almost tricked me over. If he hadn't forgotten to modify his submission email."

"I think it's a bit like Tao Bo, and this is his favorite intention."

"Why can't you be a newcomer?" Suddenly someone started to discuss, "We old guys have all been fixed in their thinking. Who would have thought of using Sun Wukong in Journey to the West to write these!"

The names were raised by them, but they were all ruthlessly denied by Cao Xiuwen.

From literary celebrities to emerging newcomers, or the backbone of today's poetry world, they have been guessed.

In the end, Ma Qiwei couldn't guess it, so he immediately said, "Old Cao, please announce the answer quickly. I'm still waiting to invite him to publish this poem in our "Poetry Magazine"."

"Save it, your "Poetry Magazine" is so conservative. This trendy poem should come to our "Poetry River". We are the base camp of pioneering poetry." Chen Bo said with arguing.

There are many magazine editors in this group, but the two of them faced each other in tit-for-tat as soon as they met, and they were old enemies for decades.

"Who said that our Poetry Magazine is conservative? More than half of those popular modern poems come from us!"

Ma Qiwei really likes this poem. Although it seems a bit too popular, it is not a big problem. Sometimes it is an advantage.

Cao Xiuwen suddenly replied: "I only know that this poem was written by Zhang Chu, the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Jiangdong Province. He dared to write "The Death of the Red Rabbit" in the college entrance examination venue. How to contact him depends on your own."

"What? He actually wrote "The Death of Red Rabbit"?"

"Look! What I said, it's true that they are young people. Only young people have such active thinking and write such interesting things."

"He, my grandson likes him very much. He holds his cell phone all day long and reads some novels to solve the case."

"Who is this? Why do you all know each other?"

"It's really a bit surprising. The content of "The Death of the Red Rabbit" that this child just wrote is actually average, but the form is quite novel. It's mainly written temporarily in the college entrance examination hall and became a myth. Later, he went to write some suspense mystery novels, and now it should be back to the right path."

"Hahahaha, Chen Bo, please save money. I just checked and said that Zhang Chu has been admitted to Yanjing University. I am a visiting professor in the Chinese Department of Yanjing University. I went to find the admissions office to ask for contact information!"

"That's just that you have good luck, and it's not necessarily that others are willing to publish in the "Poetry Magazine". Don't threaten others. If you don't publish in the Poetry Magazine, you won't let him pass the exam."

A group of old guys write very quickly, so there is no obstacle to chatting.

Zhang Chu, who was far away in the air-conditioned room in Jiangcheng, sneezed several times in a row, and he had no idea who was discussing himself.
Chapter completed!