Zhang Yang glanced back and saw Zhang Wei coming over with her schoolbag on her back, looking a little angry: "Have you gone to the Internet cafe?"

"No."

Zhang Yang turned around and continued to walk forward. Zhang Wei followed him again, getting even more angry, staring at him fiercely: "You still deny it? I saw you coming out of it with your own eyes!"

"You've read it wrong."

Zhang Yangyun calmly turned his back on the wind. If Zhang Wei hadn't seen him with a pitiful crutch, he would have wanted to kick him, "I'll tell my parents later!"

Zhang Yang asked: "Why are you going to come back so late?"

This is a common school that has ended early in the afternoon. Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School where Zhang Yang is located ends at 3:30 every afternoon. Zhang Wei and his school are similar. It is past five o'clock now, so it should have been back in normal circumstances.

Seeing that he wanted to pull himself into the water, Zhang Wei raised his chin, "I'm scheduling the show, for the sake of the reason, where are you?"

"Are there any boys?"

“Of course there is.”

"At a young age, what would it look like if you stay with your male classmates after school and don't go home?"

"You... they also need to rehearse, can I drive people away?"

"Then I can't control it."

"I won't argue with you, you can explain to your parents, hum!"

Zhang Wei was so angry that he wanted to bite him, so he took a few steps and walked in front of Zhang Yang, but he stopped soon, turned around and stared at him, looking disgusted by waiting for him to walk over.

Zhang Yang ignored her and walked over slowly with a cane, and Zhang Wei followed slowly.

The brother and sister climbed up to the third floor one after another. When they arrived at the door of the house, Zhang Wei took a few more steps, opened the door first and shouted, "Mom, are you back? My brother has gone to the Internet cafe."

"What are you doing in the Internet cafe?" Fang Qianxue's voice came from the balcony.

"I don't know, ask him."

Zhang Wei went to put his schoolbag back into the room, but Zhang Yang closed the door, walked to the kitchen door, and explained to his mother: "I'll go to the Internet cafe to check some information."

Fang Qianxue was carefully pulling the two ends of the cowpea, carefully looking for whether there were any insect eyes. At this time, her movements were paused, she looked up at her son, and her eyes looked at her: "What information is checking?"

Zhang Yang said helplessly: "Mom, I am so old. I don't play games or have an online dating. I just go to the Internet cafe to check some information. There is no need to report everything, right?"

Fang Qianxue frowned and said, "One doesn't play games and two doesn't have online dating, just check some information. So what else can't you tell me?"

"I won't say it."

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and walked to the sofa with a very temper with a cane.

Zhang Wei had just put down his schoolbag and heard what he said, and said with a powerful voice: "Mom, mom, have you seen it? He dared to talk to you like this. He was so arrogant just now."

Fang Qianxue said angrily: "Okay, okay, I have homework, I have homework, but I don't have homework to help me. Don't mess around here."

"I'm helping you with him, okay?"

Zhang Wei sat down next to Zhang Yang, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Zhang Yang was thinking about how to convince his parents to buy a computer, but suddenly remembered a news I heard in the hospital a few days ago and said, "You know that the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" has been filmed?"

Fang Qianxue asked: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Their director said they wanted to use ancient poems as the opening song, but they couldn't find a suitable one, so they solicited them from the whole society."

Zhang Wei glanced at Zhang Yang and asked for his mother: "What does it have to do with you?"

Zhang Yang said: "Can't I contribute my article?"

Zhang Wei said "skipping" with a very disdainful expression, "Can you distinguish the level and tone? You also contribute."

In this world, some people are still writing ancient poems. It seems that there are still activities. Even the college entrance examination has additional questions for poetry, but what Zhang Yang knows is not much better than in his previous life. This is an obvious thing. First, it is difficult for modern society to have the kind of literati who is dedicated to writing, and there is no environment in ancient times. Second, the predecessors have too many good sentences and it is too difficult to create new ones.

Therefore, Zhang Yang felt that the so-called collection of poems for the entire nation as the opening poems is highly likely to be a publicity hype.

After all, there is no Yang Shen in this world.

Judging from the quality of the lyrics alone, it is difficult for Yang Shen's poem "Linjiangxian" to stand out in the vast vast sea of ​​poetry, but if we talk about it based on the degree of conformity with "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", there is no one who can surpass it.

When he heard this news, Zhang Yang had no intention of thinking about anything else. When he thought about it, he realized that this was simply giving him experience.

But once this word is taken out, the next thing may not be controlled by yourself. The title of a poet is even harder than a musical genius!

However, once it is adopted, the bonus seems to be at least 50,000...50,000 yuan!

I got the computer, the piano, what computer, what instrument I want, isn’t it all myself... I decided after discussing with my parents?

When Zhang Wei saw him dazed there, he poked him with the remote control, "Are you really submitting the article?"

Zhang Yang nodded and added: "But I don't know if it's used or not."

Now I tell my parents that I will definitely be scolded when writing novels, so Zhang Yang used this reason to get the matter of going to the Internet cafe first. As for whether he really contributed the article, there is no need to worry. Anyway, there is a greater possibility that there will be no reply after submitting the article.

As for the novel submission, you must wait for the summer vacation. You have to get the old man out first and let him come forward. Then you will be able to avoid this nagging from your parents, and maybe there will be praises.

"whispering sound."

Zhang Wei rolled his eyes, "Then I can go and vote!"

But he couldn't help but said, "What did you write, read it to me and mom."

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal..."

"The romantic figure is on the west side of the old building!"

Zhang Yang was interrupted by Zhang Wei after reading it halfway. She glared at her brother angrily and decided not to pay attention to him anymore.

Fang Qianxue was still very relieved about the brother and sister and didn't ask anything more.

Zhang Yang sat on the sofa pretending to watch TV and asked Luo Shen secretly: "Luo Shen, please help me make a conclusion. Can "Linjiangxian" be voted on?"

Luo Shen didn't hesitate at all: "Yes."

"Uh...reason?"

"Get money."

"Well……"

Zhang Yang was choked by this realistic reason, "I just remembered that as an existence from outside the thirty-third heaven, don't you have any other skills?"

"for example?"

“Provide system funding.”

"No."

“Providing special space for practicing singing skills or practicing acting skills?”

"No."

"It's okay to get a temporary experience card."

"No."

"Then what can you do?"

"Teaching you basic music theory."

Zhang Yang: "…"

Is it better to be more efficient than myself to study?

Because her voice was so nice, Zhang Yang resisted her complaints. If she was also a system, she would be the most useless among countless online literature systems!

After he complained in his heart, he said, "You think after I contributed it, I said that this poem was written by my grandfather and I submitted it for him. How about it?"

"You'll say this every time from now on?"

Luo Shen asked, "Don't forget that there are many Chinese-style lyrics that require certain literary literacy to be written. It's nothing to show the talent of ancient poetry."

"What if they question it?"

"You have to find the original author."

"I'm a high school student."

"That's not what you said in the hospital. Luo Binwang was seven years old when he wrote "Ode to the Goose", Yu Qian was twelve years old when he wrote "Lime Song", and Yuan Haowen wrote..."

"Stop and stop!"

Zhang Yang quickly interrupted, "I'm just talking nonsense. They are all talented men who have been famous throughout the ages, I..."

"Come more, so do you."

"Well……"

Zhang Yang was still a little guilty. After all, he wrote novels in his previous life. Although he was guilty of copying "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he was a familiar field after all, and poetry really had no confidence at all.

"What if someone asks me to prove my innocence?"

"You can also let him prove that he has not committed a crime."

This seems to make sense. If you want to question yourself, you must come up with evidence. You can't just say "I suspect this was not written by you, so you have to prove it to me." You have to prove it stupidly.

After all, poetry is somewhat "high" in the hearts of people like Zhangyang. It seems that only poetry written by ancient people can be called poetry. After all, ancient poetry is ancient poetry.
To be continued...