Zhou Jia, a writer, suddenly receives the "Unfulfilled Regrets System." She can livestream to change the life trajectories of historical figures in China who had unfulfilled regrets. Howeve...
"This is a little Easter egg, Brother Bai. You have a fanboy named Wang Lun. He once invited you on a trip and gave you a lot of gifts. When he left, he wrote this poem called 'To Wang Lun,' and Wang Lun became famous."
Everyone laughed after that, Su Shi laughing the most unrestrainedly. Zhou Jia teased, "Brother Shi, I also want to ask you, oh, no, I should ask Brother Huaimin himself, did you sleep or not back then? This is also a joke."
"Is this the one who went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin, but Huaimin was not asleep yet?" Long Bao suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen the name Huaimin just now in the past few days.
"Yes." Zhou Jia lowered her head and pinched Long Bao's face. The touch was very good. "These two are very famous. They opened up a new path for people all over the world. They let celebrities write poems for them, and their names can also be passed down."
Many people's eyes lit up immediately.
As a result, many talented people in their families looked for poets and asked them to write poems for them, hoping that their names would be passed down to future generations and become widely known.
Ying Zheng listened for a long time, his eyes slightly raised, and he looked Zhou Jia up and down for a long time. After holding back for a moment, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a bit of helplessness, "Sure enough, he's full..."
"The focus is always so strange." Long Bao added the second half of the sentence.
"Oh, it's just a joke, don't be so serious."
Zhou Jia smiled and pulled them to continue viewing the exhibition.
When she came to one of the works, her steps became heavier and smaller, "I actually wanted to see this today."
Everyone's eyes followed her fingertips. Feng Bao looked at the introduction beside her. "Eulogy for My Nephew, Yan Zhenqing, this name seems familiar."
Zhou Jia patted his head and said in a low voice, "Just a joke. The best regular script in the world wrote the second best running script in the world."
Li Bai and Du Fu were silent. They had heard of this person in the Tang Dynasty group.