its 226: Discuss Literature

Not long after Su Huier sat down, the shopkeeper personally brought two pots of good wine and said with a smile, "Your Highness, although the shop is small, the little old man likes to drink a few glasses, but there is good wine. You can rest assured to drink it."

Su Huier nodded and smiled and praised. The shopkeeper went down with joy, and the upstairs was extremely quiet for a while.

"Brother Chen, sit down." Cheng Xingxing didn't know what to say. Seeing that Chen Xiaoxia had been standing behind Su Huier, he smiled at him and patted the chair next to him.

"I dare not." Chen Xiaoxia waved her hand in a hurry.

"The master of the door gave you a seat, and you can sit down." Su Huier looked at Chen Xiaoxia and nodded slightly.

"Thank you, princess." Chen Xiaoxia hurriedly saluted and respectfully sat down beside Cheng Mingxing.

The wine surged, and the star couldn't help laughing and slapped Chen Xiaoxia fiercely: "Brother Chen, it's obvious that I gave up my seat to you, but what princess are you thanking?"

Chen Xiaoxia grinned and didn't dare to answer.

"What's wrong with the injured brother who became the master?" Su Huier didn't pay attention to the words of becoming a star and directly asked Ma Xing.

"How is the princess's cousin now? How is he now?" Cheng Xingxing shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm also measured when I hit people. Basically, I pay as much as I receive."

Chen Xiaoxia coughed heavily, to remind the star not to open the pot. The atmosphere was quite friendly. If you turn to this topic endlessly, it's strange that you don't blush and go home separately.

Su Huier didn't care. She picked up the wine pot and got up to pour wine for Cheng Xingxing. Chen Xiaoxia hurried to pick up the wine pot. Cheng Xingxing stretched out his hand and stopped him: "Today is in the restaurant, not in the princess house or in Yunshu teahouse. The people at this table are all friends, and there is no difference between high and low. Brother Chen, Sister Huier wants to pour wine for me, but you grab the wine pot. What does this look like?

Yun Heyue looked at the star in surprise and couldn't believe that he thought of this. You should know that when Yun Heyue and Cheng Xing were separated, he was still an introverted boy who was not good at expressing his words in his heart, but now he is enough to be called a man who can be alone.

"The master is right." Su Huier nod and said, "I didn't come here with the princess's air." With that, he filled the cup of the star and poured wine for Yun Heyue. Yun Heyue naturally stood up in fear, took the cup with both hands, and politely thanked him.

Su Huier smiled at Chen Xiaoxia: "Chen Xiaoxia, there is no difference between superiority and inferiority on the table today. I'll also pour a cup for you." With that, a glass of wine for Chen Xiaoxia, Chen Xiaoxia looked flattered and hurriedly remembered to take a cup to thank her.

"I'll give this glass of wine to the princess." Cheng Xingxing picked up the cup rudely and raised it to Su Huier. I just called you Huier's sister. I didn't mean to take advantage of you, but I did make friends with your sister. Is it okay to call you sister?

"My sister?" Su Huier was stunned.

"Su Waner, it should be older than you." Cheng Xing smiled. We are very good friends."

"It turns out that the master knows Princess Qingshu." Su Huier nodded slowly. No wonder what the master said that day was a little strange.

"Why is it strange?"

"It's nothing. You said at that time, 'Brother and the princess are really predestined'. At that time, I thought it was the master who was frivolous and deliberately flirted with me, but now I think about it, but I am wrong.

"I said, why did you want me to keep poems or silver at that time?" Cheng Xing laughed and said, "Are you flirting with someone? Don't be funny. I can't learn this kind of ability when I become a star. To say this, some people are good at it..."

He was going to say that I knew a man named Su Yundi and was very good at it, but when he looked up at Yunheyue, he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"I will be the master of this glass of wine." Su Huier picked up the cup and raised it to become a star.

"I'll respect you first." Cheng Xingxing pointed to the cup in his hand.

Su Huier smiled faintly: "Then let's respect each other."

Mutual respect? That's a four-character phrase, followed by the word "love each other"! The star grinned and thought to himself.

The two picked up the wine glass, and the other two looked at it with some embarrassment. Cheng Xing smiled and said, "Xiao Yue, why don't you take the glass? Brother Chen, what's the stupidity? Come on, do it!"

With that, he drank it first. Yun Heyue and Chen Xiaoxia also picked up the cup by taking advantage of his steps. Chen Xiaoxia drank it all, and Yun Heyue tasted a small bite.

So did Su Huier. After slowly putting down the cup, she looked at the star, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened her mouth: "Master, can you ask me, that day... the two poems you made that day..."

"Although it is a reference, it must be my original." Cheng Xingxing said with a smile.

Original? This word is well used. Su Huier nodded, " To be honest, these days, Huier has nothing to do all day and all night, only these two poems, especially the last one. At first glance, this song seems to be a word, but the word is plain, but the artistic conception is gentle and long, especially the last sentence, 'like a small sand gull between heaven and earth'. I don't know why, every time I read it, I can't help but fight a cold war. Chengzhu, may I ask this kind of poem that seems to have no format, but is casual and extremely charming. It doesn't pay attention to rhyme and plain, but makes people can't help reading it repeatedly in their hearts. Is it also the original of Cheng's master, or is it written by another master?

The star smiled: "I dare not be a master. Anyway, in this world, I must be the first person to write this kind of poem.

How many years has modern poetry been popular in China? Cheng Xingxing is embarrassed to say that it was his own invention. However, after all, this is not the earth, and it is a little boring to be modest here. Just tell the truth with ambiguity. It is not only not lying, but also attributed the credit of this invention to yourself.

"The master of the door is a talented man!" Su Huier's eyes lit up and raised the cup again: "Just for this, Hui'er will give you another cup!"

Damn it, I've used respectful words. Aren't these words adapted so powerful? Cheng Xingxing grinned, and Chen Xiaoxia over there was known to fill him with a glass of wine.

"Brother Cheng, drink less. You have to watch the game at the General God Arena tomorrow." Yunheyue reminded in a low voice.

Cheng Xingxing has indeed drunk a lot. At this time, he has been drunk. Yun Heyue knows that he will not have a game tomorrow, but in case he gets drunk and says something to offend the princess, it is not good, so he simply use this as an excuse to persuade him to drink less.

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Xingxing raised his cup with a smile and said to Su Huier: "Come on, do it!" With that, a glass of wine had fallen into his stomach.

"I don't know how the master came up with this kind of poem?" Su Huier asked curiously. The literati of all dynasties are full of amazing words. Whether the word is gorgeous or plain, it must be pasted with the word simple and elegant, but the poem you wrote is in our daytime vernacular, without any ancient style. How did you think of it?

"This is called the inevitable trend of historical development." Cheng Xingxing smiled, scanned his eyes on the table, and picked up two slices of boiled meat. The spicy meat slices were put into his mouth, chewed, and his tongue seemed to be out of control. That was a pleasure. Cheng Xingxing patted the table, shook his head proudly, and swallowed the meat slices into his stomach.

"Society is progressing, the times are developing, and the wheels of history have always been rolling forward. The era of dictatorship will eventually be replaced by the era of democracy. You don't understand it. In fact, I don't know much about it myself. It's okay not to say it. In a word, what suits the taste of the people can be a real art and will really be passed on forever. Old style poetry is really good, but after all, we are not the ancients who talk about classical Chinese. What we write is not suitable for the present, but we blindly pursue the ancient style. How can we make the broadest people understand? Literature is not to hold on to a bunch of ancient texts, but to continue to develop. You are a talented woman who knows poetry better than me. Think about it yourself, ancient poetry is exactly the same as modern poetry? Words and formats, but the same for thousands of years?' It's good, and it's in the south.' When modern people write poetry, can they use difficult sentences? Therefore, in fact, poetry has been changing with the changes of the times and the changes of culture. Literature is to speak human words. Every day, it is said that ninety-nine out of a hundred people can't understand something. It can indeed be called a writer, but if what is written is the same, it is an antique.

After saying what he said about becoming a star for a long time, his deskmates were a little stunned. Chen Xiaoxia is a rude person. She knows a lot of words, but she doesn't understand half of the poems. Yun Heyue seems to understand it, and she is secretly shocked. She doesn't know if she has such a ability to become a star for a long time, but she has not shown it, or she has made new progress with what she has experienced.

Su Huier was excited to hear this and couldn't help asking, "Master Cheng, in your opinion, will the literary world be the world of your new poems in the future?"

"No." Cheng Xingxing's reply was resolute, which stunned Su Huier: "Why?"

"Poetry, although it will still maintain its noble status, it will gradually decline and fade out of its position at the top of the literary world. The reason is, as I said before - only what suits the tastes of the broadest masses of the people will be the real king, and no matter how simple the poem is, it can only be a dish of literary youth. But it can't be the favorite of ordinary people who make up the majority of the population.

"According to the view of the master, what will occupy the throne in the future?" Su Huier asked.

"Novel." Cheng Xingxing smiled, picked up a fried fish, dipped it in seasoning and put it into his mouth, chewed it so fragrant.

"Novel?" Su Huier was shocked, "Do you mean that it's a novel that can't be written in the elegant hall?"

"Yes!" Cheng Xingxing nod, "In the future, there will be fewer and fewer immortal poems, but there will be more and more immortal novels!" It will bring people into the story and thinking in one of the most attractive way, experience the flavors of life, and taste the sweet and bitterness, which is irresistible!"

After saying that, I couldn't help laughing and had another glass of wine.