Chapter 14: Feel the pseudo-literary style forty years later!

"Wait a minute?"

"What did she say just now?"

"Li Changhe gets paid more than 100 yuan for each article he writes?"

“This is not going on again.”

Liu Shuwan just reacted to Zhu Lin's words and subconsciously complained about it according to what she said in previous years.

At this time, Professor Zhu tapped her lightly with chopsticks.

"Don't talk nonsense, those people have been arrested!"

"Some time ago, the previous system of remuneration was restored, and Li Changhe is now receiving remuneration openly!"

Professor Zhu explained to his wife with a serious expression.

Liu Shuwan smiled awkwardly: "I'm just saying I'm used to it!"

"But according to this, Li Changhe is quite capable. In the past, those literary workers, especially those who wrote manuscripts, received high remuneration!"

Liu Shuwan sighed again at this time.

"You, don't believe everything you hear in front of others. If this gets to the ears of Mr. and Mrs. Li, I don't know how you will get along with them in the future!"

Professor Zhu gave his wife a few more words of advice in a tactful manner.

Liu Shuwan sighed: "Ah, I am really disappointed with you!"

She finally found a son-in-law candidate, but he turned out to be a disappointment, which made her very depressed.

How could I have been so wrong?

But now it seems that Li Changhe has some abilities?

wait?

Liu Shuwan also reacted at this time. How did her daughter know so much about Li Changhe?

"Old Zhu, how do you think Linlin knows all about Li Changhe? She even knows how much the royalties are?"

Professor Zhu saw that Liu Shuwan had finally reacted, so he smiled and said jokingly, "Isn't this exactly what you want?"

"You mean? She and Li Changhe?"

"That shouldn't be the case. I haven't even arranged for them to meet yet."

Liu Shuwan found it hard to believe that she hadn't even taken any action yet.

Professor Zhu finished the rice in his bowl and said calmly, "What's wrong with this? We live upstairs and downstairs, so we can bump into each other just by walking up the stairs!"

"Okay, I think you should stop worrying about it. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. You can't influence Linlin's thoughts even if you think about it every day!"

After saying that, Professor Zhu stood up and returned to his study.

On the other side, Zhu Lin was lying on the bed in his room, and the image of Li Changhe also appeared in his mind.

It was not like she couldn't see through Li Changhe's little thoughts. After all, she was twenty-five, not fifteen.

From school to working in the countryside, to the art troupe, to the clinic and medical school, I don't know how many boys secretly acted in front of her during this period.

There are children of cadres and young people from ordinary families here, each with their own talents to show, but for her, it always feels like there is a lack of spiritual connection.

However, Li Changhe today made her feel quite comfortable. He did not deliberately show off by showing off, nor did he deliberately act stiff or hide himself. He had a good sense of propriety in their interactions.

Most importantly, his horizons seemed very broad, and it was obvious that sometimes he couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

I really don’t know where he gets so much knowledge. It’s impossible that he has secretly read a lot of banned books in the past!

"I don't know what this guy wrote, and he kept it secret! But with so much money, it's probably a novel!"

The next morning, Shen Yuxiu heard someone knocking on the door early in the morning, and went to open the door with some confusion.

Then I saw Zhu Lin standing at the door with a beautiful smile on her face.

"Linlin?"

"What are you doing?"

"Your mother asked you to come, right? Are you looking for me or Lao Li?"

Shen Yuxiu was a little surprised. Of course she knew Zhu Lin, the second daughter of the old Zhu family upstairs.

They came here so early in the morning. Could it be that Mr. and Mrs. Zhu have something to talk to them about?

"No, Aunt Shen, I'm looking for Li Changhe!"

Zhu Lin said with a smile.

"Looking for Changhe?"

"Mom, Sister Lin is looking for me. I have to go to her school with her today. I have something to do. You guys go about your business. Don't worry about it!"

At this time, Li Changhe poked his head out of the bathroom and spoke loudly.

"Oh, all right, come in, come in!"

Shen Yuxiu hurriedly led Zhu Lin in, then thought of something and turned around and shouted towards the master bedroom.

"Lao Li, have you packed yet? If you have, hurry up and leave. We're going to be late!"

"I'm coming!"

Li Lishan put on his Zhongshan suit and said with some dissatisfaction: "You are rushing me so early in the morning." "Okay, have you forgotten that you have something else to do today? Let's go!"

Shen Yuxiu pulled Li Lishan out and said to Zhu Lin enthusiastically, "Linlin, your uncle Li and I will go to work first. You and Changhe can leave directly later."

"Okay, Aunt Shen!"

After Shen Yuxiu and Li Lishan left, Li Changhe's home fell into silence.

Zhu Lin sat alone on the sofa and suddenly felt a little awkward.

Suddenly, a man and a woman were alone in a room, and she was not used to this kind of atmosphere.

At this time, Li Changhe also walked out of the bathroom.

"You can sit down first and take a look around. I'll have some breakfast and then we'll set off!"

"I practiced calligraphy a little late last night, and I slept a little too long!"

Li Changhe felt a little ashamed.

"It's okay, you eat first!"

Zhu Lin waved his hand and said indifferently.

Afterwards, Li Changhe ate his breakfast in front of the table, while Zhu Lin sat there, feeling a little uncomfortable.

It was not right to look, nor was it right not to look, so he could only look to the side to divert his attention, and then he saw the open door of Li Changhe's room.

Inside the door is a desk with a desk lamp on it. In front of the desk lamp are books and notebooks.

"Could that be the manuscript he wrote?"

Zhu Lin was a little curious, and seeing that Li Changhe was still eating, he stood up.

"Li Changhe, let me see the textbook you're reviewing!"

Zhu Lin made up a random excuse and spoke to Li Changhe.

Li Changhe held the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other and waved his hand casually: "It's on the table in the room, look!"

Zhu Lin then walked into Li Changhe's room. The room was actually very simple, with just a single bed, a desk, and a clothes hanger with only a few clothes on it.

Zhu Lin came to the desk and looked down. There was a copybook of calligraphy written in pen and a notebook next to it.

When she opened the notebook, she wanted to see if it was the manuscript written by Li Changhe, but she didn't expect that it actually contained a few short poems.

"My love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled!"

"In this world of countless things, I love three things: the sun, the moon and you. The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the evening, and you are for me every morning and every evening!"

"I hope that there will be years to look back, and to regain love with affection."

"There are three thousand diseases in life and age, but only lovesickness cannot be cured."

"When the snow has just stopped and the moon is full in the sky"

"The shadows spread out flat below"

"Shiny silver flows on it"

"And you walked towards me with a smile"

"Between the Moon and the Snow"

"You are the third kind of beauty"

These were just some verses from love poems that were popular on the Internet in his previous life that Li Changhe had written down for writing practice. At this moment, they caught Zhu Lin's eyes.

For a literary girl who doesn’t read much in this era, the pseudo-literary style from forty years later also hit her soft heart.

"looking at what?"

Just as Zhu Lin was immersed in it, Li Changhe had hurriedly finished a few mouthfuls of food and walked in, ready to put on his coat and go out.

"Did you write all these poems?"

Zhu Lin looked back at this moment, his eyes shining like autumn water, staring at Li Changhe and asked.

Li Changhe saw the book and smiled: "Some are, some are not!"

"These few random sentences of yours are what I came up with!"

"The following stunning poem is by Mr. Yu Guangzhong!"

In fact, he really wanted to say that the above was not written by him, but by some netizens in his previous life. It’s a pity that there is no way to trace it in this era, so he can only accept it.

He is not a veteran fan of traditional literature, and he has not read many classic modern poems.

The poems I can recall in my mind are mostly those circulated on the Internet.

I just wrote it down when I was practicing calligraphy last night. But having said that, I feel that some of the sentences are quite good, and the netizen is indeed very talented.

As the saying goes, if there were Internet users in the Tang Dynasty, there would be more than 300 Tang poems!

Li Changhe never expected that the online poems he wrote for his own entertainment would be seen by Zhu Lin.

And looking at this girl's attitude, well, her appreciation level is about the same as that of netizens in the previous life!

This shows that we are all on the same path!
"Li Changhe, you are so talented!"

At this moment, Zhu Lin couldn't help but speak to Li Changhe sincerely.

Li Changhe felt a little ashamed and unworthy of it!
(End of this chapter)