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"Oh, what did this handsome guy write? It seems to be a poem,"
"It may be someone else's poem, he can't write a poem by himself,"
"It looks good, his handwriting is pretty good,"
"Maybe we underestimated people,"
"Oh, how can young people write poetry nowadays"
...
The crowd talked a lot, and Zhang Yuan heard it without saying a word.
Xiang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Zhang Yuan wrote it, no matter what he wrote, it wouldn't be too shameful.
Zhou Chen was full of confidence, and he knew that Zhang Yuan's talent was definitely not a problem, and this guy had a very high level.
The two old men looked and looked again, and after a while, they exclaimed.
"Good poem, good poem, hahaha"
"Young man, your poetry is beautiful and your writing is better. It's rare that young people can have your level,"
"I don't know where you are, where you go to school, who did you learn this calligraphy from?"
"You must be a top student of Yenching University,"
...
The two old people spoke highly of Zhang Yuan, and the crowd onlookers were shocked for a while.
"Oh my God, I didn't expect it to be his original,"
"This is true and false, who can guarantee that it was not copied,"
"But this word was indeed written by him. It can't be fake, right?"
"Talents, I didn't expect our big home to be sloppy,"
"Oh, anyway, I am not interested in writing poetry, can I eat it, can I make money,"
"Okay, stop complaining, let's just watch the fun,"
...
People walked over, took photos, evaluated, and discussed. For a time, Zhang Yuan's poem describing the beauty of West Lake was praised by everyone.
Zhang Yuan withdrew from the crowd and did not stay long.
"Hey, how are you going, now is your chance to pretend," Zhou Chen quipped.
"If someone recognizes it, it will be troublesome, so let's leave early," Zhang Yuan said.
"But this poem is really beautiful, I didn't expect your ancient prose to be so profound," Zhou's wife said with a look of admiration.
Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Just write it casually, low-key, low-key,"
Zhou Chen scolded: "I've done it, I started to pretend to be forced, saying that you are fat and you are still breathing."
Xiang Zhen felt amazing. When he was in school before, he didn't realize that Zhang Yuan had this talent.
He is too low-key.
The group continued to play.
At the end of the day, the beauty of West Lake is almost the same.
In the next few days, the group spent a few days playing in the West Lake to appreciate the local customs.
Taste local cuisine.
However, what Zhang Yuan didn't know was that his poem had blown up on the Internet.
An internet celebrity poem is popular all over the internet.
Countless netizens liked this poem, especially young people, who forwarded it to Moments and Weibo.
There is a wave of poetry and calligraphy online.
Traditional culture that has been silent for a long time is once again hotly discussed by the public.
On Weibo, Zhang Yuan's poems topped the top searches.
"The handsome mysterious West Lake wrote the most beautiful poem."
The number of topic readings exceeded 200 million, and the number of discussions exceeded 50,000.
"Why does this handsome guy look so familiar,"
"Cow, this talent is no one,"
"Able to write poems and good calligraphy, he is a versatile talent,"
"Is this the demeanor of a great talent in ancient times? I really want to go to West Lake to have an encounter with him,"
"The level of this poem is definitely everyone. I don't expect this handsome guy to have such a high literary foundation at a young age, a talented person through the ages,"
"It's so good to read, it's hard to read it, my God, give me a dozen such treasure boys,"
"I was watching by the side at the time. It's a pity that the handsome guy wore a mask to cover his face, but looking at his figure and eyes, I think he should be a handsome guy."
...
For a while, countless netizens talked about it, but Zhang Yuan didn't know that he didn't look at his mobile phone much recently.
"Wow, brother, you are on fire, look at it,"
Zhou Chen showed the phone to Zhang Yuan.
"Your poem is everywhere on the Internet, you are on fire,"
"Everyone is guessing who that mysterious talent is,"
"You said I want to give you out,"
Zhou Chen said badly.
"That's not good, Zhang Yuan is in trouble," Zhou's wife is very worried about idols, thinking carefully.
Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Just tell me, my friends won't have to do it in the future,"
Zhou Chen's face was flushed with rage.
"Huh, what's the matter with the big star? It's not about serving me tea and pouring water, hahaha," Zhou Chen smiled, thinking about it this way, my heart is more balanced.
Soon, Zhou Chen exclaimed again.
"Wow, look, the official Weibo of the West Lake Scenic Area, publicly praise your poem,"
Zhang Yuan saw that it was so.
The official Weibo likes and commented publicly, which attracted the attention of the whole network, and this poem became even more popular.
This divine repair knife is undoubtedly the biggest recognition of Zhang Yuan.
"You guys are fine, just write a song and it will become popular," Zhou Chen slapped Zhang Yuan on the shoulder.
Zhang Yuan said, "Do you think writing poems is playing with mud, so simple? Cut,"
"Damn, here again," Zhou Chen rolled his eyes.
"No wonder your lyrics are so well written. Now that I think about it, I feel so happy. Only one fan on the Internet knows that you are the original author." Zhou's wife was immersed in wonderful fantasy.
Xiang Zhen felt very complicated, and Zhang Yuan's life after graduation was undoubtedly an ordinary life.
Who doesn't envy this kind of life.
However, Zhang Yuan had tolerated it in a low-key manner for so long before. Those lonely times, no one can stand it.
After this trip, Zhang Yuan had his own impression of the beauty of West Lake. At the same time, he also had a deeper understanding of the song "Remnant Snow on the Broken Bridge".
Returning to the Shanghai stock market, Zhang Yuan immediately set out to record the song.
In the recording studio, everyone is beaming. Today, everyone is still talking about the red envelopes that the boss gave during the Spring Festival.
The boss is too big.
"Have you read that poem online recently? It's very popular,"
"I read it and I heard it was written by a mysterious handsome guy,"
...
The big guys talked.
"Ms. Zhang, it wouldn't be you," Fang Yuan asked tentatively.
"I think it's possible," Ke Fan nodded.
The pictures of the mysterious handsome guy on the Internet are a bit like Zhang Yuan's face, especially the eyes.
"You all become detectives one by one," Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly.
Everyone was dubious, and then began to prepare to record the song.
After reading the new score, everyone became more suspicious.
"West Lake, Internet celebrity poems, Remnant Snow on the Broken Bridge, there must be some connection here," Fang Yuan whispered.
Everyone has their own minds.
Zhang Yuan sighed, and said helplessly: "Well, I admit, that was what I wrote. I didn't intend to write it, but my friend drove it to the shelves at the time."
Fang Yuan laughed and said, "I'll just say it, it must be you, otherwise anyone has such talents,"
Ke Fan said: "If this news is announced, you can imagine what kind of heated discussion will be raised on the Internet. It is estimated that at that time, Mr. Zhang will be popular again."