national idol

Chapter 221 A Little Poem in the Stone Forest
Like the world Ding Ning lived in before, when this world first entered the information age, with the rise of various online entertainment industries, paper media declined rapidly, and traditional literature once withered to the point where no one cares about it.

What followed was that the number of creators of traditional literature dropped sharply, especially the new generation of writers. Due to the degradation of the industry, it was difficult to make achievements, and very few of them could make a name for themselves.

In the world that Ding Ning was in before, the new generation of literary circles was still supported by the new concept generation headed by Han Han and Guo Jingming, but in this world, there was not even a new concept generation, and the new generation of writers was once weak.

However, after the online entertainment industry gradually matured, with the scale of literary websites such as Banyan Tree and Dou Miao began to exert their strength, traditional literature was replaced by the cloak of online literature and revived again.

After entering the 10s, the content of online literature is no longer limited to traditional literature.

Apart from established websites such as Dou Miao and Banyan Tree, fantasy novels with more Internet genes have completely become the mainstream of most Internet literature websites.

However, authors of some genres closer to traditional literature, some still shine on old literary websites, and more gradually transfer to other online channels.

Today, Weibo, Zhiji.com, blogs, self-media, etc. all have writers who are constantly writing, and there are many celebrities with outstanding achievements.

For example, the best-selling book in China last year was the collection of short stories "Passing By" by the meager writer Xu Shuze.

This year's self-media author Ji Yiming's travel note "Flashing Changes" is also a frequent visitor to the top ten of Huaxin Bookstore's monthly book sales list.

"The Last Time" by blogger poet Xifeng Shouma is the best-selling poetry anthology in the past ten years.

Due to the prosperity of online literature, everyone's enthusiasm for literature has also revived.

Whether it is poetry and prose, or novel stories, or even miscellaneous notes, travel notes, popular science articles, etc., there is a certain reading market on the Internet. It is not uncommon to see works with millions of clicks and even reposts. Not a few.

As soon as Ding Ning's song "The Farthest Distance in the World" was released, it was quickly rebroadcast on Weibo, with nearly 300 million reposts in just one day, making many people who knew and didn't know who Ding Ning was, dumbfounded .

Ding Ning himself was tongue-tied.

After forwarding meagerly, Ding Ning saw that the fifth article of the popular comment was "Passerby turns fans" with more than 12 likes. Only then did Ding Ning realize that writing poems can also attract fans like this, and he, a big fan with tens of millions of fans, wrote Poetry, it turns out, is something that can bombard the attention of the public and provoke many people to climax.

Nearly 300 million retweets, which is higher than any of his previous meager retweets.

Previously, his meager account with the highest number of reposts was the repost of the autographed album. So far, it has 167 million reposts. It has been more than half a month, and "The Farthest Distance in the World" has nearly 300 million reposts a day. He is very happy. Want to be quiet.

Don't ask who Jing Jing is, anyone who reads carefully knows that Jing Jing is his sister.

With such an experience, Ding Ning, who is a poetry lover himself, discovered a new world: maybe he can post some poems on Weibo from time to time to adjust and mobilize the emotions of the big guys.

With this in mind, on the second day after "The Farthest Distance in the World" became popular, Ding Ning posted a short section of "In Front of the Door" excerpted from the title page of "Seed" on Weibo: I didn't expect a small poem If so many people like it, then I will post another song.Those of you who have bought my physical record should have seen a part of it.

Then, his meagerness exploded again.

……

"How I wish there was a door."

"In the morning, the sun shines on the grass, and we stand, holding on to our doors."

"The door is low, but the sun is bright."

"The grass is bearing its seeds, and the wind is shaking its leaves."

"We stand and don't talk, it's very beautiful."

"There is a door, you don't need to open it, it's ours, it's very beautiful."

……

"We love the land, we stand and dig the dirt with wooden shoes, and the door is hot."

"We leaned gently, it was very beautiful."

"The grass behind the wall won't grow any longer. It only touches the sunlight with its fingertips."

"In front of the door" is a simple and sincere little poem, which has the pure color and artistic conception like a fairy tale.

In today's age when steel and concrete are piled up into stone forests, it reads more like a kind of back-to-nature and flawless, which is moving.

When Gu Xiangping read this poem, he thought of "Basking in the Sun with Grandma in Winter", and his impression of Ding Ning instantly rose to another level.

In this impetuous society, Ding Ning's talent really shines like sunshine, transparent and bright, amazing to be able to write such romantic and innocent poems, he appreciates it very much.

He also has a feeling of being in another world.

I think he was also a literary youth who came to poetry when he opened his mouth, but now let alone writing poems by himself, even if he is asked to recite poems, he can't remember a few poems. Middle school students play a tie.

But he is busy, except for some books on business economics and philosophy, he has rarely read books in other categories, not to mention poetry and prose, and even novels have not been touched for a long time.

After reading Ding Ning's "Before the Gate" several times, he suddenly wanted to pick up those literary works that hadn't been touched in the study for several years and read them.

It's not that he wants to enrich his literary literacy, it's just that he wants to reminisce about the past and the long-gone time.

It just so happens that the sun is good this morning.

……

"What's your interest today? Why did you suddenly read a collection of poems?"

After watching TV in the bedroom for a while, she felt bored and wanted to talk to her husband. Luo Yinglan went to the living room to take a look, and found her husband was holding a book, lying on the swing chair on the balcony, looking at him lazily and comfortably. Surprised.

Walking up to her husband, she turned over the back of the book and found that it was still a collection of poems. She was even more surprised.

Normally, he would be too noisy on the balcony and never read a book on the balcony.

Reading poetry collections is even rarer.

Searching the memory, it seems that in recent years, he has not seen any collection of poems. What kind of evil wind is blowing today, and he suddenly has such an elegant mood?

She felt strange at first, and then thought of some unhappy past events, her brows were slightly frowned.

"Sit." Gu Xiangping didn't notice Luo Yinglan's face, he smiled and stretched out his hand, pulling Luo Yinglan to sit beside him.

The swing chair was not big, and he took up most of the space lying down. He felt that when Luo Yinglan sat down, the comfortable chair that this person was lying on suddenly seemed crowded and uncomfortable, so he simply took Luo Yinglan into his arms.

This tone, this action, was completely different from Gu Xiangping's usual, and felt that something was wrong. Luo Yinglan struggled to sit up, looked at Gu Xiangping with a serious face, and asked, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

"How can I hide anything from you?" Luo Yinglan's behavior seemed to be suspicious again, and she felt that she was really inexplicable, and Gu Xiangping lost most of his interest: "I just saw this poem in the morning and thought it was good. Look through the collection of poems, do you have any questions?"

"What poem?" Luo Yinglan asked in a deep voice.

What annoys Luo Yinglan the most is that he has to get to the bottom of every trivial matter, and he keeps talking about doubts and doubts at every turn. Gu Xiangping said impatiently: "I tell you that you don't know."

"If you don't tell me, how would I know." Luo Yinglan moved her body, her expression became more serious.

Gu Xiangping sat up very displeased, and was about to answer, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of Gu Xi walking into the living room, frowning at him and Luo Yinglan.

Temporarily not wanting Gu Xi to know that he was paying attention to Ding Ning's affairs, Gu Xiangping lay back in the chair, threw the collection of poems in front of him, separated from Luo Yinglan's narrow eyes that made him angry, suppressed his anger and said, "We'll meet again later. you say."

Luo Yinglan glanced sideways at Gu Xi, and then turned her attention back to Gu Xiangping: "You have to delay talking about a poem, are you not hiding it from me?"

Luo Yinglan's aggressive attitude made Gu Xiangping furious.

Due to the presence of Gu Xi, he didn't explode, but furiously combined the poetry collection in his hand, got up suddenly, and walked into the house.

"What are you arguing with again?"

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the parents, it was clear that the two had quarreled again, and Gu Xi was very troubled.

Since the incident last year, the family has been in a state of unrest for three days, and she has had enough.

"Ask your mother, reading a book doesn't make people clean, you're suspicious." Gu Xiangping strode towards the study with extremely ugly expressions.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xi glanced at the book in Gu Xiangping's hand.

"Window Sill Collection", a collection of poems of the Misty School of Youth in the last century, a book she couldn't put down when she was in high school.

The book itself was very ordinary, but in her father's hands, it was extraordinary.

You know, "The Window Sill Collection" contains mostly love poems, and the main theme is young men and women telling each other their hearts. However, isn't it strange that a person of her father's age reads the collection of love poems early in the morning?

No wonder my mother looked so bad.

If she hadn't thought of Ding Ning instantly, she would have thought her father had relapsed.

I don't know if my father read Ding Ning's poems before he started reading poetry collections. Gu Xi asked, "Dad, have you read Ding Ning's poems? Have you been paying attention to Ding Ning recently?"

Gu Xiangping was startled when he heard the words, he looked at Gu Xi and asked, "You know?"

"Yeah." Gu Xi glanced at his mother, and pretended to be calm, "I saw you in the semi-finals of the Young Singer Contest."

Sure enough, Gu Xiangping smiled and was about to speak when Luo Yinglan's cold voice came from behind: "Who is Ding Ning?"

He immediately suppressed his smile, frowned and said: "The singer, I read a poem he wrote this morning and thought it was good, so I wanted to find a book to read. Can you stop being so nervous all day long?"

Luo Yinglan replied unceremoniously: "Who made me crazy, do you have the face to get angry with me?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Gu Xi hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, stop arguing, what's the fuss about it?"

If you don't have a guilty conscience, you have to hide what you can't talk about.Filled with displeasure, Luo Yinglan really wanted to have a big fight with Gu Xiangping.

But Gu Xi was present, and the quarrel was obviously inappropriate. She tried her best to calm down, and asked with a frown, "Ding Ning's man's woman?"

"Male." Gu Xi replied.

male?Luo Yinglan thought of something, frowned, looked at Gu Xi suspiciously, and said, "How old is it?"

"Same as me." The mother's eyes were very strange, and Gu Xi suddenly felt a little guilty.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that Luo Yinglan was going to start the household registration survey again, so Gu Xiangping interjected displeasedly: "Why do you ask so many questions, as long as you know that he is a male singer."

"Is there something you two are hiding from me?" Luo Yinglan paused, eyes slightly closed, staring at Gu Xiangping and Gu Xi.

Gu Xi couldn't answer for a while, Gu Xiangping snorted impatiently: "I want to find a spokesperson recently, and I've fallen in love with him, okay?"

Afterwards, he said to Gu Xi again: "Don't talk to your mother, let her make trouble on her own."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked into the study angrily, and closed the door with a "bang".

……

"How is your mother?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and saw Gu Xi walking in. Gu Xiangping quickly put down the book in his hand.

After being disturbed by Luo Yinglan, he actually couldn't see it for a long time. He was very annoyed and waited for Gu Xi to come to him.

"She went to watch TV." Gu Xi walked to the desk and asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you really want Ding Ning to speak for you?"

Gu Xiangping smiled: "Tell me about your relationship with Ding Ning first?"

"It doesn't matter." Gu Xi's cheeks flushed: "It's like a friend."

"How good is it?" Gu Xiangping smiled meaningfully.

"What's so good about it, just ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend." Gu Xi's face darkened slightly.

"is it?"

"Yeah." Gu Xi picked up the ballpoint pen on the edge of the desk and threw it into the pen holder.

Seeing his daughter's loss, Gu Xiangping secretly sighed.

He could see Ding Ning's talent and ability, and he admired Ding Ning from the bottom of his heart.

However, Ding Ning does not seem to be suitable for his family, Gu Xi, in all aspects.

The entertainment circle is a circle that is more luxurious than the business circle. Leaving aside other things, just because Ding Ning is surrounded by so many girls, it is difficult for him to allow Gu Xi and Ding Ning to have any deep relationship.

Some people's brilliance can only be seen from a distance, but not played up close. Gu Xiangping paused for a moment, looked at Gu Xi softly, and said softly, "He is not suitable for you."

Unexpectedly, Dad suddenly said such a sentence, Gu Xi was taken aback, and then frowned: "Dad, you think too much, I really have nothing to do with him, he and I are both from the school art troupe, we just know each other."

"That's good." Gu Xiangping didn't believe what Gu Xi said, but there was no need to pester him endlessly at a time like this. He wasn't Luo Yinglan who liked to get to the bottom of things. The young man really wanted something, and he didn't just stop it with a few words.

Originally, when I heard that Dad was looking for Ding Ning to speak for him, Gu Xi entered the study with a little expectation.

But now, feeling depressed and flustered in the study, afraid that Dad would ask something, Gu Xi pursed her lips: "Anyway, I have nothing to do with him. Don't think about it. I'll go out first."

"Well, spend more time with your mother." Gu Xiangping scratched his brows: "The endorsement matter will be discussed after I go to work tomorrow."

Gu Xi's darkened heart brightened up again.

(End of this chapter)