Another World Under My Pen

Will you remember tomorrow

The diary you wrote yesterday

Are you still worried tomorrow

You who used to cry most

...

La la la la la...

When Xiang Yuancheng sang the fourth song, at least the sixty and seventy people had been surrounded. If it were not for the lack of space, there would be more people surrounded. After all, whether "The Girl Opposite Looks Over", "The Most Beautiful" and "Running", there are reasons for college students to like it.

But even so, when Xiang Yuancheng sang "You at the same table", the surroundings were quiet.

"Haha, in fact, Song Kui and Huang He should have liked this song, right?"

While playing the guitar leisurely, Sun Peng pondered secretly. If it was just a song "Look at the Girl Opposite", although it sounds good to be honest, it obviously does not match the styles of those two, especially Song Kui's age...

But "You at the Table", this song is too attractive.

and so……

"Old horse, old horse, it's cheaper for you again!"

Thinking of Ma Boyuan who recommended him to the show, Sun Peng couldn't help but smile. He didn’t plan to write songs this year, but he didn’t expect to write two more songs by mistake, so he had to leave it to the old Malay to sing—anyway, a good quality song like "You at the Table", He will never give a singer who has just met for the first time.

However, Sun Peng felt it was worth paying for two songs to participate in a show.

He believes that no matter how much it is edited, the program group should not delete these two songs, and even "I Believe" should remain intact. Of course, Sun Peng can't do anything if he deletes "I Believe" as the theme song for slam dunk, but then he will definitely offend himself!

Sun Peng believes that this show can be so popular, surely not so unwise...

"Oh……"

"Wow..."

Just when Sun Peng was in a daze, Xiang Yuancheng finally finished singing.

"Do it again! Do it again!"

"Great, sing it again!"

"Huh! Huh! Huh..."

Amidst the cheers around, all kinds of large bills fell like rain into the guitar case in front of Xiang Yuancheng. Usually there are many street artists who sing here, and they sing better than the layman Xiang Yuan. But how many of them can come up with two nice new songs in one go?

This hot situation made the photographers and on-site directors beside them feel happy, and now the biggest highlight of this issue is here!

"Well, ladies and gentlemen!"

Xiang Yuancheng, who has already sung to his heart, waved his hand vigorously, and laughed: "Then do it again, "You at the same table" is dedicated to you..."

"Xiaopeng?"

Just when Sun Peng smiled bitterly and shook his head, and was about to start playing again, suddenly he heard a familiar voice.

Turning his head in amazement, Sun Peng was stunned: "Uncle?"

...

"...Teacher Sun, don't you really have a meal with us?"

Regarding Sun Peng who intends to leave immediately after Xiang Yuancheng’s performance, the director enthusiastically retained: "Just now the other people also specifically asked me to ask me to invite you to get together... and you helped us in the show. Very busy, we have to express our gratitude too!"

"Haha, thank you, but there is really something."

Taking a look at the uncle waiting not far away, Sun Peng shook his head firmly.

After bidding farewell to the program team and Xiang Yuancheng, after agreeing to contact him later, Sun Peng ran all the way to Sun Qicheng's side: "Uncle, why are you here...Uh, don't you have retired?"

It’s not surprising that the professor of the Department of Literature of Beijing Normal University appeared at the school gate, but the old grandson has retired early this year!

"The school re-employed and had classes once a week."

Lao Sun's answer is always concise and concise. He glanced at his nephew and asked, "Where are you? Did you drive?"

"No."

"Then go, go take the subway!"

With his little nephew, the retired old professor of literature walked towards the subway station calmly. He didn't even ask what Sun Peng was doing just now, who was the person who sang with him, and what did those guys with cameras do...

After swiping his card to get on the subway, Sun Qicheng asked slowly: "What have you been up to lately? It seems that I haven't seen you write a new book for a while?"

"Well, I have been busy making comics recently and making a short film at the same time."

Regarding the uncle’s question, Sun Peng answered honestly: “The writing of the book has not fallen behind, but the martial arts novel has encountered a bottleneck. Before breaking through the bottleneck, I don’t want to repeat myself for the time being, so I plan to settle down and talk about it.”

No way, Sun Peng could only fool his uncle.

"Um... it's fine to settle down."

After thinking for a while, Sun Qicheng nodded slowly. As a professor of literature, he knew exactly what Sun Peng meant, but felt it was a pity—the old man also liked to read his nephew's martial arts novels. Especially every time he sees the unpretentious but intriguing text, Sun Qicheng's satisfaction is beyond words!

Isn't he the one who enlightened Sun Peng's literature?

just……

"Martial arts novels are trails after all!"

After a moment of silence, Sun Qicheng began to teach his nephew again: "With your strength, you can write something more in-depth, instead of playing games of fighting and killing all the time..."

"what?"

Hearing what the old man said, Sun Peng was taken aback.

...A game of fighting and killing?

Something more in-depth?

After trying to understand the meaning of these words, Sun Peng rolled his eyes, and Sun Peng was speechless.

In fact, Sun Peng has never thought about this issue. If you have to talk about it in depth, for example, in the four ancient masterpieces, the three East Asian countries like the one that is very popular-obviously it is still an obscene novel. What is the depth of the three countries? What is the depth of the Water Margin?

Shouldn't the so-called depth be added by later generations?

Just like Liao Zhai's collection of short stories, Sun Peng really couldn't think of how deep it is compared to martial arts novels. The reason why it is great is only the ambassador of the times. So for him, the only criterion for judging whether a martial arts novel has depth is to read it after three hundred years...

Of course, Sun Peng would not dare to speak directly to the old man.

The world also has the Three Kingdoms and the Water Margin, and Liao Zhai is naturally not lacking, and Sun Qicheng, a professor in the Department of Literature, still respects them. Sun Peng does not want to make trouble for himself.

However, the old man did not let Sun Peng mean, he raised his brows and said, "By the way, since you want to settle down for two years, why not find a school for further study? Now all universities are open to the society. Courses. For example, our school has courses on modern literature and ancient literature, and the time is not too long. If you take one day a week, it means one year..."

"Uncle, no need it!"

Seeing that the old man was so excited that he wanted to let himself go to sign up immediately, Sun Peng's face suddenly became bitter.

He is a medical student, what literature does he study!

Although it is estimated that it will take a long time to be a porter in this life, Sun Peng is really not interested in writing things!

In fact, it is not only that he has no interest in writing, but also anything that needs to be done slowly, such as writing lyrics and composing music, and writing scripts. Sun Peng said that he is not very interested, but he still prefers to be able to interact with people. When dealing with things, for example, he likes to talk with patients and family members before the operation, and he likes to drink assistants and nurses during the operation...

"Huh? Why not?!"

Hearing his nephew’s sigh, Sun Qicheng’s eyes opened up suddenly: “I’m old enough to learn. I’m now retired, and I’m still reading and studying. You don’t need to be as old as you are? And since you want to do it For a writer, the accumulated things are still too little. How helpful is reading that animation major?"

"Ahem! Ahem!"

After coughing twice, Sun Peng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Uncle, although I have written a few novels, I never said that I should be a writer for my life! People...well, I have other interests!"

"Huh? What's your interest? Writing songs or scripts?"

Hearing what Sun Peng said, Sun Qicheng's brows frowned again.

"Uh……"

The old man’s question made Sun Peng hesitate for a while, but after a while he gritted his teeth and said: "My hobby is to be a director, so I plan to go to my alma mater to enroll in an advanced training class or something in the future, and learn this stuff. ..."

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