Daughter Said: It's A Shame To Have A Father Like Me

Gym, some lamented,

"Sure enough, Xiao Shuying's money was taken by him."

"The person whose pen name is Ying opened up Xiao Shuying's talent. This kind of person with delicate writing is Liu Shi, so we can connect"

"Although Liu Shi was divorced and remarried overseas, she was still worried about Xiao Shuying, so she came to help and open up her daughter's talent with literature."

...

At the Poetry Station, the stationmaster Xu Hong also sighed quietly.

"Pity the hearts of parents in the world, they must also be from the Liu family, who came from a family of literati, lived overseas, and published books and periodicals. They are literate and accept new cognitions, so that she can write such a dust-free literature, and she still silently After that, she sent it to Xiao Shuying in a low-key manner, just to teach Xiao Shuying, she herself has no false name, and if she wrote it to the government, it would explode like that at that time."

"But for the sake of her daughter, she didn't."

"Is this the Liu family?"

Xu Hong sighed, her voice also made many other show contestants sigh,

A mother with such high cognition and high culture is really extraordinary,

Xiao Shuying's talent was opened like this,

——

back row,

At the end, the young man with glasses was a little puzzled, because the old man beside him was always muttering.

"God is dead..."

It was as if the old man had fallen into a nightmare, not knowing why he kept saying this.

"God is dead, what do you mean?" The young man wondered, but he was farther away from the old man's seat. He always thought that the old man had a problem, a mental problem.

——

The sixth month of Xiaoshuying,

She began to think about new poetry, because the poetry contest was coming, she had to pass the selection,

She crumpled many envelopes,

racking my brains thinking,

Until Xiao Shuying's bedroom door rang again.

"Do you still want your letter? When I came, I accidentally fell to the ground and got a pile of mud,"

The bedroom door opened, and Xiao Shuying hurriedly took the letter, seeing Muba angrily: "Do you know what letter this is!!"

"This was sent to me by the best poetry writer right now!"

Yu Ye just asked lazily, "Che, if you don't do business, can writing poetry be worthwhile?"

Xiao Shuying closed the door and did not return to him.

And when she opened the envelope,

this moment.

She encountered the most beautiful language in her life.

The envelope was dirty, and Xiao Shuying was a little reluctant, so she quickly wiped it clean.

Then she saw the first sentence, it was so gentle, the font was so beautiful,

[You haven't written enough to integrate the universe, you should write it like this]

Then the second sentence,

【Every atom in your body comes from exploding stars】

[The atoms in your left hand and the atoms in your right may come from different stars]

When she saw this, she showed a warm smile,

"It's amazing, I really put gentleness into the universe." Xiao Shuying's voice warmed, she had never been so gentle to that man's voice,

And then the third sentence,

[This is really the most poetic place in physics that I know of]

【Everything about you is stardust】

here,

Not only Xiao Shuying was amazed, but even the guests watching the live replay were stunned.

This!

This is the first time they have heard it,

This is unpublished,

This,

"My God, who wrote this,"

"It has been dusted by time for more than ten years??"

At the Poetry Station, the stationmaster Xu Hong said in shock, because the first four sentences were so beautiful.

"Be quiet, don't disturb, it's so beautiful." Chen Xuejian, the old director frowned.

Everyone was quiet and looked at the picture.

Look at this poem, the last two lines...

[So, Jesus is dead]

[Therefore, forget Jesus, the stars are lost]

【You can only stand here today】

boom!

Many scholars present only felt that their souls were being embraced once, and the penetrating cosmic romantic atmosphere swept the audience.

Including Xiao Shuying who was watching, she was stunned at that time,

staring blankly,

It turns out that poetry also has this way of interpretation,

She looked at the pseudonym: Ying,

"who are you...."

It was at this moment that Xiao Shuying's romantic description of the universe was completely opened.

She knows how to write,

Because someone showed her a truly cosmic romantic road.

..

"So at this moment, Xiao Shuying has really stepped out of his own way of poetry and is a representative of cosmic romantic literature."

"Is it originally opened from here?"

Xu Hong, the head of the poetry station, sighed, she finally knows now,

A genius build,

But the only thing she was curious about was who,

I wrote such beautiful cosmic romantic poems thirteen years ago, but I didn't publish it, didn't enjoy the attention, but silently sent it to Xiao Shuying, just to make Xiao Shuying a model and an example. ...

Such a big deal, such a sentimental...

..

Now, under the gaze of the gymnasium, Yu Shuying looked at the west with a blurred gaze.

that shadow,

"is it you?"

She spoke, and many people knew who she was talking about,

That Liu family,

The woman who was born and is now wealthy,

"It's only her,"

"At that time, the concept of foreign poetry, probably only Liu Shi had this understanding,"

Chen Cheng smiled bitterly,

"Yeah, only she is willing to give that woman the chance to become famous for this kind of poetry." The old principal Zhao Guochang sighed.

He suddenly knew where did Xiao Shuying's extravagance and the temperament of an upper class come from,

That's right.

——

And now,

The program group curtain, the picture is still playing back,

Another perspective appeared, in the small bedroom, Yu Ye closed the door,

When this screen appears, no one cares.

Even now the headlines are all saying,

"Yu Ye is so pitiful, when that Liu Clan came, all his proud abilities were gone."

"Yeah, that woman is so amazing, no one would have expected her to be so good in a foreign country,"

"Xiao Shuying always wanted to defeat her father, but she didn't expect her mother to be so powerful."

...

but!

next moment!

Everyone!

Anyone watching the replay of the live broadcast, the host of the program group, six judges, and fifty contestants, all widened their eyes!

Because the current picture is,

Thirteen years ago,

On Yu Ye's small bedroom table,

There is a very brand new envelope with a pseudonym: Ying,

And Yu Ye, word by word on the paper, gently wrote in his eyes:

[You haven't written enough to integrate the universe, you should write it like this]

【Every atom in your body comes from exploding stars】

[The atoms in your left hand and the atoms in your right may come from different stars]

[This is really the most poetic place in physics that I know of]

【Everything about you is stardust】

[So, Jesus is dead]

[Therefore, forget Jesus, the stars are lost]

【You can only stand here today】

Then he folded the letter, dipped it in some dirt, and knocked on Xiao Shuying's door.

Then the next scene is what everyone sees.

"Do you still want your letter? I accidentally fell to the ground when I came and got a pile of mud," Yu Ye asked in a lazy tone.

The door opened, Xiao Shuying took the letter, and saw Muba angrily: "Do you know what letter this is!!"

"This was written for me by the best current poetry writer!"

Yu Ye is disdainful: "Che, if you don't do business, can you write poetry?"

Xiao Shuying closed the door and did not return to him.

Outside the door, Yu Ye smiled softly, and through the door, that tenderness could spread in.

After that, he happily went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

But at this moment,

Everyone hasn't recovered yet,

But many people, many people immediately thought of what Yu Shuying said,

"That man doesn't have any delicate thoughts, he only has rough words, idioms made up at random, and the same vulgar words as those who are running around..."

.

Forget Jesus,

The stars are dead,

Therefore, you can stand here....

..

Now, many people want to say

You say he doesn't understand delicate and gentle feelings?

...*