The world of film and television begins with Zhou Bingkun in the human world.

Chapter 66 Reactions

"Bingkun, Bingkun! How did you write this poem? It's amazing, so wonderful! This poem is truly wonderful. If it were me, I could never have written it." Editor Xu excitedly grabbed Zhou Bingkun's arm, looking at him with burning eyes.

"This poem might sound a little funny," Zhou Bingkun said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

"Hmm?" When Editor Xu saw Zhou Bingkun's expression, he felt that there seemed to be a story behind it, and he immediately perked up.

"Actually, from the beginning, I didn't intend to write something this big. At first, I just wanted to write something to vent my anger and resentment. But after I wrote some things, I realized that I was too insignificant. I shouldn't just limit my vision to myself, but should look at the whole era." Zhou Bingkun spoke passionately, making Editor Xu feel as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

At the same time, Editor Xu became increasingly curious about Zhou Bingkun's original intention in writing this poem, or rather, what his initial anger and resentment were when he created it.

Under Zhou Bingkun's deliberate guidance and with Editor Xu's repeated questioning, Zhou Bingkun slowly recounted his own situation and that of the Zhou family.

"How could there be such an ignorant and biased father, such a selfish and self-centered sister, and such a cold-hearted brother, Bingkun! Now I understand why you wrote those two sentences in your poem 'Answer': 'The base is the passport of the base, and the noble is the epitaph of the noble.' It turns out it's because of your family!" Editor Xu exclaimed indignantly.

"Actually, if they were just like that, it wouldn't be so bad. But my mother's death—no matter what, I've completely severed ties with them. From now on, let's treat each other as strangers." Zhou Bingkun shook his head and sighed softly.

"Bingkun, you're still too kind," Editor Xu sighed softly.

Editor Xu held Zhou Bingkun's arm and talked on and on for a long time, saying a lot of things. Finally, as dusk fell, Editor Xu reluctantly let go of Zhou Bingkun's arm.

Although Editor Xu has not yet forwarded the poem "Answer" to the editor-in-chief, he has already assured her that it will definitely be included and that the payment will be at the highest standard.

The next day, Editor Xu brought news that the editor-in-chief had confirmed that "The Answer" would be published in the next issue and had given Zhou Bingkun a payment of fifty-six yuan.

The poem "Answer" has a total of 28 lines. Ten lines are worth 20 yuan each, for a total of 56 yuan in royalties. This is considered the highest royalty standard for poetry.

So, Zhou Bingkun arrived filled with resentment, bringing Feng Yue with him. Then, with fifty-six yuan in royalties and a relaxed and happy mood, he took the train back to Jichun City.

Just as Zhou Bingkun boarded the train, the poem "Answer" had already gone viral within the editorial staff of the "Yanjing Literature and Art" magazine.

"Old Xu, where is the author of the poem 'Answer'? How about we treat them to a meal and have a proper get-together?"

"Yes, yes, Lao Xu, is Comrade Zhou Bingkun still in Yanjing?"

"Old Xu————"

Hearing his colleagues' words, Editor Xu couldn't help but chuckle: "It's too late. Zhou Bingkun has already left. He said that his leave from the factory was limited and he couldn't stay in Yanjing for too long, so he left."

"A factory? Comrade Zhou Bingkun, with such excellent cultural attainments, is working in a factory? That's really unacceptable! Someone of Comrade Zhou Bingkun's caliber should be engaged in cultural work!"

"Absolutely! Factories are so restrictive; they stifle creative inspiration."

Zhou Bingkun, who was on the train home, was unaware that the editors of Yanjing Literature and Art were protesting for their work.

Returning home happily, he handed Zheng Juan the fifty-six yuan manuscript fee. Zheng Juan looked at Zhou Bingkun with even more admiration and infatuation. Especially when Zhou Bingkun wrote down the content of the poem "Answer," even though Zheng Juan wasn't very educated, she still felt that Zhou Bingkun's poem was excellent, perfect in every way, even if she couldn't understand it.

After returning to the soy sauce factory to mark his leave, Zhou Bingkun went back to work, pondering how long it would be before the college entrance examination was reinstated. With his current abilities, he should have no problem passing the exam; he just didn't know which university he would ultimately be able to get into.

Yenching University in Beijing, or Fudan University and Tongji University in Shanghai.

However, remembering that Zhou Rong and Zhou Bingyi had both been admitted to Peking University in the original novel, Zhou Bingkun decided to set his sights on Shanghai in order to avoid getting involved with these people again and feeling disgusted.

Moreover, Story Club is based in Shanghai, and he can also try submitting articles to the top-tier literary magazine Harvest.

Just as Zhou Bingkun was filled with anticipation, the poem "Answer" that he had copied was finally published.

After its release, the excellent work quickly dominated the market, and almost all writers were discussing the poem "Answer".

As a cultural figure and an admirer of poets, Zhou Rong would never miss a publication like "Yanjing Literature and Art" whenever it was released.

Back when she was in Guizhou, she would try every means to buy magazines like "Yanjing Literature and Art," let alone now that she's in Yanjing.

When Zhou Rong saw the poem "Answer" in Yanjing Literature, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, her face filled with shock, surprise, and admiration. She seemed to have never imagined that someone could create such an excellent poem.

When Zhou Rong saw the author of "The Answer" and the three words "Zhou Bingkun" were clearly written, she was stunned.

"It's fake, it's a coincidence of names, it must be a coincidence of names. How could Zhou Bingkun, a guy with only an elementary school education, possibly create such excellent poems? He's not Feng Huacheng." Zhou Rong shook her head repeatedly, resolutely refusing to believe that this Zhou Bingkun was the Zhou Bingkun she knew.

Zhou Rong couldn't help but look at the poem again and again, and the more she looked at it, the better and more wonderful it seemed. The only thing that Zhou Rong regretted was that the author of the poem was named Zhou Bingkun.

If the author of this poem were not named Zhou Bingkun, everything would be perfect.

However, when Zhou Rong saw the description below the poem, which included a conversation between the editor and the author about their experiences and inspirations in creating the work, she was stunned.

Because in this small part of the interview, the author talked about her older sister, and the more she read it, the more she felt that the older sister resembled herself.

Snapped-

The magazine slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. Zhou Rong was stunned; she couldn't accept this truth!

Most importantly, the content of the interview was practically a public execution of Zhou Rong! Fortunately, the interview did not explicitly name Zhou Rong, otherwise she would have really wanted to die.

"It's fake, it's fake, it's all fake, it's definitely not like that."

"It is impossible for Zhou Bingkun to create such excellent poetry."

"This Zhou Bingkun is definitely not that Zhou Bingkun, he absolutely is not."

"Feng Huacheng, hurry up and come out, and then write a poem that is a hundred times better than 'The Answer'."

Zhou Rong was in a daze, muttering to herself as if she had gone mad.

It wasn't just Zhou Rong, but also Zhou Bingyi.

As a cultural figure in the military, Zhou Bingyi would buy literary magazines whenever he had the chance, and "Yanjing Literature" was one of the magazines he bought every single issue.

When Zhou Bingyi saw "The Answer," saw that the author was Zhou Bingkun, and read the interview content that followed, Zhou Bingyi was also shocked. He found it hard to believe that someone as insignificant as Zhou Bingkun could create such an excellent work.

Even Zhou Bingyi couldn't do it, so how could Zhou Bingkun, who didn't study hard and only had a primary school education, create such excellent poems?

And the first two lines of this poem, "Baseness is the passport of the base, nobility is the epitaph of the noble," Zhou Bingyi vaguely felt, well, not vaguely, but actually, it seemed to describe him and Zhou Rong.

It turns out that in Zhou Bingkun's mind, Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong were despicable people!

Zhou Bingyi sighed heavily. Why couldn't he create such excellent works? If he could write such excellent works, Hao Dongmei would definitely be infatuated with him, instead of being indifferent to him like she is now.

Since returning from Jichun City, Hao Dongmei has never given Zhou Bingyi a kind look. In fact, the couple has stopped engaging in any intimate activities. It seems that their relationship has suddenly plummeted to a freezing point.

"No! This can't go on like this. I have to salvage the relationship."

Thinking of Hao Dongmei, Zhou Bingyi became too lazy to think about poetry anymore.

After all, Hao Dongmei was his future, and only by holding onto Hao Dongmei tightly and not letting her leave could his plan continue to be implemented.

"How can I win over Dongmei? Physical attraction alone won't work; I need to start with her spirit. Perhaps I could write a poem for her?" Zhou Bingyi murmured to himself.

He thought it was a great idea to write a poem for Hao Dongmei, but when Zhou Bingyi actually started writing, he couldn't help but scratch his head.

In fact, Zhou Bingyi did write some things, including poems, but how should I put it, the level was just so-so, and it might not even be included in some small newspapers and magazines, so it could only be used as a blackboard bulletin in the construction troops.

He hadn't thought much of it before, but compared to "The Answer," Zhou Bingyi felt that his previous works were simply not presentable.

After all, it was Zhou Bingkun who wrote "The Answer." He had always been one step ahead of Zhou Bingkun since childhood, and Zhou Bingyi would feel uncomfortable if he didn't surpass Zhou Bingkun now.