"The Brocade Zither Has Fifty Strings... Was it written by Chen Ya?"
Liu Ruying murmured to herself, the shock in her heart lingering like the last echo of a long-ringing bell.
Jinse, this poem that she had heard of when she was in high school, was actually written by Chen Ya?
It turned out to be that Chen Ya—the Chen Ya with a defiant look on his face, who poured wine all over Sister Hua from head to toe, and tried to cover his own lips with his mouth in the fitting room (and succeeded)?
Lu Qianzi held up the magazine and spread it out to show everyone:
"This Bai Yujing is Chen Ya, right? Earlier at Yashe, the professors all admitted that Bai Yujing is Chen Ya. He published papers under this pen name. So, he also published articles in the school magazine under this pen name?"
Wu Zun raised his hands behind his head, a look of disbelief on his face: "Such a graceful poem was actually written by a man, and that Chen Ya at that... I can't accept it..."
"Do you still think Bai Yujing is a woman?"
"Yes, when I was in high school, our Chinese teacher taught us about this poem. He said the author's writing style was delicate and graceful, but the author's identity remained a mystery. I always thought it was a female poet..."
A talented woman who can write poetry is always lovable and can inspire endless imagination, especially when she has not yet made her presence known.
Wu Zun could not reconcile his youthful fantasy about the author of this poem with the image of Chen Ya, who was kept by a rich woman.
Xia Yingji suddenly said, "Did your teacher talk about this? Our teacher talked about this too, saying it expressed the author's unfulfilled ambitions, his unrealized aspirations, and his frustration... So it was Chen Ya who was complaining!"
"What do you mean by 'unfulfilled ambitions'? Nonsense!" Wu Zun immediately refuted, "Our teacher also taught us about this poem. It's clearly a love poem! It describes love!"
Xia Yingji was about to retort when Si Chaoliang pushed his glasses and said, "What a coincidence! We also learned this poem in high school. According to our teacher, this poem should be a mourning poem."
"Elegy? Mourning for whom?" Lu Qianzi raised her eyebrows.
"My deceased wife..."
"Where did Chen Ya get his deceased wife?" Lu Qianzi's words made Si Chaoliang shut up.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. This is a song that expresses ambition," Xia Yingji said. "Look, 'One string and one pillar, thinking of the good old days'—it's a lament for the wasted years. It's the foundation of Chinese reading comprehension. Don't you understand this?"
Wu Zun made a pause gesture and said, "Now it seems that everyone's teacher taught this poem in high school. Okay, then, let's ask School Beauty Liu to share her thoughts and see what she thinks, okay?"
Everyone looked at Liu Ruying. Her fingers, as slender as scallion roots, rested lightly on her chin. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with ripples, as if she was thinking of something, and her curiosity was revealed in her eyes.
"Our teacher said this is a poem about an object," Liu Ruying said. "The four middle lines of the poem perfectly match the four emotions of the qin: comfort, resentment, clarity, and harmony. So it's a poem about the qin."
Everyone looked at each other.
It seems that everyone’s Chinese teacher has his or her own ideas.
The most shocking thing is that when five people read the same poem, each of them had a different interpretation.
"But that's not the point," Liu Ruying said. "Isn't the point that Chen Ya casually wrote a poem, casually published it in the school magazine, and then became a little famous?"
For a moment, the classroom was silent.
"Also," Liu Ruying continued, "this poem was published in the school magazine five years ago, and we started high school two or three years ago. That means it was a huge hit two or three years ago, and almost every student in the country knew about it. And has Chen Ya ever mentioned this even once?"
She looked at Lu Qianzi, who shook her head.
Not to mention it, he doesn't look like someone who can write poetry at all.
"I understand what you mean," Wu Zun said. "If my poems were this popular, I'd definitely be talking about them every day. Even when I go to the cafeteria to eat, I'd ask the waitress, 'Hey, how did you know my poems are so popular nationwide?'"
Liu Ruying nodded and said, "That's exactly what I meant. Actually, when I was communicating with Chen Ya, I found that he seemed to lack some common sense."
After a pause, perhaps to make it easier for others to understand, she further explained:
"For example, if someone else wrote a shocking poem, they would definitely tell everyone about it as a great topic of conversation, but Chen Ya never does that. Whether he controls Jiang Lizhi's company or can write poetry, he never tells anyone, not even his family or friends."
Lu Qianzi murmured: "Yes..."
This is also one of the reasons why she felt that Chen Ya did not treat her as a family member.
"Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger," Wu Zun said, "First pretend to be a grandson, then pretend to be a grandfather, then reveal your true identity and beat you to death. Maybe rich people like this."
Liu Ruying shook her head. "I don't think so. His attitude is like, 'What? Jinse? Just a random poem.' If anyone else said that, they'd definitely be showing off, but when he said it, it really was like that. It's like there are so many shocking things about him, so many that he's just too lazy to even mention them."
Lu Qianzi shook her head. She didn't know why she was shaking her head. She put down the magazine in her hand and turned another page.
It only took two seconds for her eyes to go from distracted to focused. Then, she widened her eyes again and quickly flipped through the book, one page, two pages, and finally frantically flipped through the entire magazine and went straight to the table of contents.
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