Chapter 1082 Self-Mockery and Poetry

Just when Li Jia's eyes were a little dazed, a tall figure slowly walked over with the setting sun.

When their eyes met, Li Jia smiled unconsciously, but soon he seemed to notice something and quickly turned his head away.

"Hey, isn't this our Go champion back?"

The classmates made 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. I heard from Teacher Yao that you were planting this kind of tree, so I came to see it."

As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, the classmates complained again.

"Don't just watch, come and help quickly. Go to the cafeteria quickly after you finish, otherwise the good food will be taken away."

Qin Hao smiled and walked straight towards Li Jia, laughing and scolding the students who made noises as he walked: "It's just planting some trees. Look at you all, you are so empty. You can't even do this little job."

The classmates were immediately unhappy when they heard it, and they wanted to compete with Qin Hao.

"I'm not targeting anyone, everyone here is a jerk!" Qin Hao used a line in Cantonese to mock.

The boys, including Zhuang Tunan, were instantly excited and wanted to form a team to compete with Qin Hao.

Qin Hao waved his hand and said, "Then we will form a team of two to see who can plant faster and better. The loser will buy soda for the whole class."

"Okay, who will you be in the same team with?"

When the classmates heard that there was soda to drink, they were immediately excited.

Li Jia was about to remind Qin Hao not to abuse the subsidy like he did last month, but Qin Hao came closer and whispered.

"I've boasted so much, you don't want to see me lose face, do you?"

Li Jia glanced at Qin Hao and said, "What does your embarrassment have to do with me?"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Hao announced loudly, "Don't say I'm bullying you. I'm in the same team with Li Jia, who will destroy me."

Only then did Li Jia realize that he had been tricked by this guy again.

Just when Li Jia wanted to defend herself, her classmates had already tied her to Qin Hao.

"Class monitor, for the sake of our class's soda, you have to sacrifice yourself."

"Haha, that's right, class monitor, don't do anything for a while, let this kid go crazy."

The crowd started to make a noise, 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 the other two male students began to swing the hoe and dig a hole. Li Jia wanted to help, but found that she couldn't help at all. Qin Hao swung the hoe too fast, and soon he dug a small hole in front of him.

Li Jia was stunned for a moment, and taking this opportunity, the other group that was originally behind had caught up with the progress, planted the saplings first, and quickly filled them with soil. Li Jia woke up from a dream and quickly planted the saplings.

However, it was still a step too late.

"Li Yang, Liu Bin did a great job."

"Oh, there's soda to drink."

The classmates cheered.

When they went back, Li Jia apologized to Qin Hao with regret.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Qin Hao smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I lost on purpose, look how happy everyone is now."

Li Jia couldn't help but remind him: "You have to stay in school this month, the subsidy is not enough."

"Don't worry, in addition to the school subsidy, I also have the allowance from the chess academy."

"Really?"

"Of course, the one in front of you is a professional Go 6th dan."

"Do you want me to get your autograph?"

"Since you are so sincere, taking a photo is fine."

"Tsk, who cares."

...

After returning to school, Qin Hao integrated quickly. Except for the first few days, his classmates asked him some questions about the Chinese Chess Academy out of curiosity, but soon forgot about it.

On the one hand, the courses in the Department of Architecture are indeed heavy. Advanced mathematics, architectural mechanics, and architectural structures are much more profound than the mathematics and physics knowledge learned in high school. In addition, there are also painting and sketching. For students who have no art skills 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. He doesn't know how many pencils and erasers he has used.

On the other hand, college students' spare time is extremely rich. Except that there is no Internet and information can only be obtained through books and magazines, the spiritual world of college students in the 1980s is much richer than that of later generations. There are dances and social gatherings almost every half a month.

Of course, the most popular one 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 speed of spread can be achieved through word of mouth, which is enough to prove the vitality and appeal of poetry.

The most popular poets in Tongji are Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, and Shu Ting. Whenever their new poems are published, the school poetry club will hold poetry recitations, and students will attend them in an endless stream.

Qin Hao was not very interested in modern poetry at first, and he always felt that it was a bit delicate and artificial, but he couldn't stand Zhuang Tunan's constant dragging him to participate, and he always met 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 activities again. Zhuang Tunan put away his books early and waved to Qin Hao.

There were no works by well-known poets at this event, so at the beginning a few girls read a few previous works by Gu Cheng and Bei Dao, but they seemed a bit boring, so the president of the poetry club proposed.

"Is there anyone who has written a poem and can share it with everyone?"

At first, everyone was a little embarrassed, but with the encouragement of everyone in the poetry club, some people came on stage to recite their works, and received a lot of applause. So, gradually everyone became bolder, and people came on stage to recite one after another.

Qin Hao yawned, and Li Jia on the side frowned slightly: "If you are not interested in poetry, why do you come to participate in poetry club activities?"

"How do you know I'm not interested?" Qin Hao asked.

"You can tell."

"Is it so obvious?"

Li Jia's lips moved slightly: "It's not nice and disrespectful of you to do this."

"You can't blame me, you can only blame their poems for not touching people enough." Qin Hao spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Just when Li Jia was still about to say something, the president of the poetry club had noticed the whispers between the two. After a "male poet" finished reciting his work and left the stage, he stood up and faced Qin Hao and Li Jia. road.

"These two students have been communicating privately just now. They must have better works to present to everyone."

Li Jia glanced at Qin Hao dejectedly, and then explained: "We were just discussing the works of those previous classmates. They were so well written that I couldn't help but..."

Before she could finish speaking, the president of the poetry club started to cheer again: "These two students are a little shy, please give them a little applause to encourage them."

Suddenly there was thunderous applause, and even Zhuang Tunan, who didn't know the truth, joined in setting up rice seedlings.

Just when Li Jia didn't know how to end it, he saw Qin Hao stood up and walked 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 specifically: "Can this classmate introduce himself?"

"Class 2 of the Department of Architecture, Qin Hao."

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"Everyone welcomes Qin Hao with applause for reciting his works."

There was sparse applause. Qin Hao remained calm and smiled at the classmates present: "There is no need to be so solemn. I just thought of four sentences, which is not a poem. I will go down after reading."

"The dim place is peaceful and peaceful for a long time, and romance has something to do with me, but I mistakenly used vinegar for ink, and the half-written paper was sour."

When the students present heard the first two sentences, their first reaction was: What a piece of shit, it makes no sense. But when the next two sentences came out, they were stunned on the spot.

"But I mistook old vinegar for ink, and the half-written paper was sore. What a poem, what a poem."

"Yes, this poem sounds ordinary at first, but if you think about it carefully, it is quite interesting."

Zhuang Tunan was stunned at first, and then he was relieved. Even the Chinese teacher of No. 1 Middle School praised Qin Hao's literary level in high school. Many of his compositions were published in the school newspaper. From childhood to adulthood, Qin Hao knew so many things. It’s just one more poem, so there’s no need to make a fuss about it.

Li Jia's expression was 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 sourly on half a piece of paper was a satire on the poetry club.

The president of the poetry club asked with bright eyes: "Classmate Qin Hao, does this poem have a name?"

"Just call it, laugh at yourself." After Qin Hao finished speaking, he returned to his seat.

Li Jia was now more certain: "Are you mocking the poetry club with this acid word?"

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for slander." Qin Hao said seriously.

Li Jia glanced sideways at Qin Hao, but the corners of her mouth turned up in an imperceptible arc. Even she didn't notice it. She was feeling smug about seeing through a man's little thoughts.

After Qin Hao finished reading "Self-mockery", the president of the poetry club immediately changed his attitude toward him, and even proposed calling on everyone to analyze the poem together.

Seeing this, Qin Hao quickly pulled the corner of Li Jia's clothes, meaning: Brother, retreat.

If it were the past, Li Jia would have 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 already disappeared. No trace.

"Why are you running? People want to analyze your poems. This is a treatment only famous poets can get." Li Jia chased Qin Hao for a long distance, panting heavily and asked with a smile.

Qin Hao leaned on the railing and curled his lips: "Come on, it's just something to express your sorrow for writing new words. If you have the time to analyze these, it is better to read a few more professional books."

"And he said he wasn't mocking them." Li Jia showed a sly smile that succeeded.

"Then do you think that Gu Cheng and Bei Dao's poems are also about compiling new words to express sorrow? But I think their poems are very vital."

Facing Li Jia's doubts, Qin Hao said seriously: "I don't deny that some of their poems are indeed good, but they are only good. They seem to be very vital and contagious, but they can only affect so many people." Two generations, and perhaps our next generation will feel that they are moaning for nothing when they listen to their poems.”

"In my opinion, really good poetry can ignore time and last for thousands of years. For example, the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu, and Bai Juyi, even if they span thousands of years of history, even if you don't understand the true meaning of the poems, you can still read them simply I was struck by the words of the poem.”

Li Jia frowned when he heard this: "Then according to what you say, there will be no good poetry after the Tang and Song Dynasties?"

"How can there not be any? In the Yuan Dynasty, there was Tang Wenru: After getting drunk, I didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams, which overwhelmed the stars. In the Ming Dynasty, there was Yang Shen: The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes. In the Qing Dynasty, there was Gong Zizhen: A flute and a sword, a lifetime of life, carrying the name of a madman for fifteen years."

Li Jia smiled: "I can see that you like bold and unrestrained poems, so is there no modern poem that you think is good?"

"Of course there are, and more than one."

"Oh?"

"Each of the teacher's poems is much higher than these so-called obscure poems."

Li Jia: ...

Qin Hao didn't take this matter to heart, but what he didn't expect was that under the dissemination of Tongji Poetry Society, this "self-mockery" actually spread among Shanghai college students.

Some people think this poem is nonsense, but some people think it is very charming.

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 in Qin Hao's desk. Some of them really discussed poetry with him, but most of them were love letters written by girls.

The male students in the class were envious and jealous, and they nicknamed Qin Hao "Millionaire". What a joke, Qin Hao was overwhelmed by it. Fortunately, the head teacher found out about this.

In order to strictly prevent college students from falling in love, the head teacher and the counselor organized several class meetings and talked about the "harms" of falling in love during college.

Qin Hao naturally became a "live target" and was mentioned at least a dozen times in a class meeting.

In this regard, Li Jiapo had a sense of gloating. In the past, she was most impatient with class meetings, but now she listened to every class meeting with relish.

Unconsciously, time flies by, and 1983 has come to the last December. In two weeks, it will be New Year's Day and 1984 will be here.

Taking advantage of Sunday, Qin Hao made a long-distance call back to Suzhou from the store in front of the school. Although the store in the school also has a phone, it costs 80 cents a minute, which is simply a rip-off. The store outside is much cheaper, only 60 cents.

It was Li Yiming's grandfather who answered the phone. Li Yiming was still setting up a stall in Guanqian Street, and the store was left to his grandfather. The whole family was making money. If you want to talk about it, his family is the richest in the alley.

"Haozi, wait, I'll call Song Ying to answer the phone."

"Sorry to bother Grandpa Li."

After a few minutes, Song Ying answered the phone panting. After a round of asking about each other's well-being, Song Ying began to complain to Qin Hao about Lin Dongzhe's various "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 go to see you too?"

"You are not allowed to go. You have already spent all your pocket money this month. Where will you get the money to buy a ticket? Unless you are in the top 50 in the final exam, there is no way."

Qin Hao listened to the argument between the mother and son and couldn't help but feel moved.

"Auntie Song, just let Lin Dongzhe come over. I will take him to feel the atmosphere of college in advance. Maybe he will be willing to study after he figured it out."

Song Ying thought it made sense.

Lin Dongzhe was so happy that he almost jumped up on the spot: "Long live Brother Hao, long live Mom, I love you!"