It was just a love letter; I'm really no great writer!

On a rainy night, in a corridor draped like a beaded curtain.

Lu Ran told Li Xingping what had happened.

Li Xingping expressed her understanding, saying that Lu Ran's poem must have reminded Xiao Di of her sister, hence her sadness.

Lu Ran then realized what was going on.

Girls have delicate and sensitive minds; I'm afraid I'll never understand them in my lifetime.

Splash, splash.

Looking at the rainwater flowing on the road, Lu Ran thought about it carefully and felt that he still needed to give the public an explanation.

He used to have a live streaming account on Bilibili, which he hadn't checked in a long time, but it already had over five million followers.

The broadcast began with a brief explanation of the reason.

"My good friend was thinking about something sad, so I gave her a poem, that's all."

The live stream instantly attracted over 100,000 viewers, with comments flying everywhere.

Such close contact with the contemporary poet saint has filled netizens with novelty and excitement.

"Hey announcer, can you say 'SC'? I want to use it in my essay!"

"I'm offering a large sum of money for a name for my son. My wife just gave birth to a baby weighing 6 pounds 8 ounces. My surname is Wang. Please help me name my son!"

"Ahhhhh! I saw the Sage of Poetry! My life is complete!"

"So handsome, I've got material for my dreams tonight..."

"Waaaaah, I'm so sad too. Could the streamer please give me a poem?"

To Lu Ran's surprise, netizens didn't seem to care much about his love life.

Instead, they come up with all sorts of abstract and unconventional ideas.

He thought about it and understood. After all, he wasn't a celebrity or idol in the traditional sense, and he didn't rely on selling a single persona for a living.

We're in the literary circle.

The relationships among literary elders generally fall into two categories: either they are like a pair of celestial beings.

Either be romantic and passionate.

Lu Ran yearned for the former, he said:

"As for my personal life, please refer to my official announcement. There's one more thing: some people always say I'm a love letter poet, that I can't write poetry without love letters. I just want to say..."

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live stream held their breath, witnessing the event together.

Amidst the pattering rain, the boy gazed westward at the night sky and recited in deep thought:

"You ask when I will return, but there is no set date; the autumn rain in Bashan swells the pond at night."

"When shall we trim the candle by the west window together, and talk of the night rain in Bashan?"

After the poem was recited, the broadcast ended at lightning speed.

Netizens savored the lingering charm of the poem, leaving only a string of "Wow!" comments.

Fu Jun, a professor in the Chinese Department of Tsinghua and Peking Universities, was livestreaming from home, interpreting historical classics. Seeing the barrage of comments about Lu Ran, he switched to Lu Ran's livestream and heard this poem, which shocked him greatly:

Holy crap!

Netizens were in stitches; it turns out that even a highly respected scholar like Professor Fu reacts just like everyone else.

Fu Jun said with a serious face: "That's not how it is. This poem is really, really amazing. It's so amazing that it's indescribable!"

"Let me first give you a little background information: in classical Chinese poetry, the same words rarely appear twice. You can look it up yourself."

"This is because ancient poems are extremely short, even a quatrain only has 28 characters. Each character carries imagery and emotion, which we call 'refined characters'."

"For example, Lu Ran's line in 'A Gift to Lingyan', 'Unfurling and closing as nature dictates,' uses different verbs to enrich the layers of the image."

Netizens exclaimed that they had learned something.

Fu Jun wrote down Lu Ran's untitled poem and exclaimed, "Among the ancients, only Cui Hao repeated the Yellow Crane three times in 'Yellow Crane Tower,' breaking the rule of avoiding repetition in regulated verse. It was a masterpiece that was perfect for all time, and even the poet Li Bai sighed that he could not describe the scene before him."

"But Lu Ran's poem, which repeats the theme of Bashan Night Rain twice, is even more brilliant than the Three-Fold Yellow Crane Poem!"

"When you ask when I will return, the first night rain in Bashan is in the present continuous tense, and the second night rain in Bashan is in the past perfect tense. But when we trim the candle by the west window together, the first night rain in Bashan becomes the past continuous tense, and the second night rain in Bashan becomes the past future perfect continuous tense... In just four short lines, the tense changes three times."

"The cycle repeats itself, past and future, hazy and lingering, the rain is still falling."

Lu Ran said he could write poetry without love letters, but I thought...

"He has written about love to the extreme. Whoever can understand this extremely subtle poem and comprehend this endless longing is his true soulmate."

"He truly deserves the title of 'Poet Saint' of our time!"

The screen is filled with "Holy crap!"

It has to be a professor, otherwise they won't even understand the poetry.

After this incident, another wave of interest in appreciating Lu Ran's poetry swept the internet.

Talented and virtuous netizens have unearthed his past poems and offered fresh interpretations.

……

At this moment, Lu Ran had no idea that the internet was in an uproar again.

He was chatting with the girls, thankfully he updates 30,000 words a day, which gave him supermodel-like typing speed.

Li Xingping liked to send emojis, and Lu Ran would steal her pictures and send them to Xia Liang.

Xia Liang angrily denounced the unauthorized filming of the dog, and Lu Ran joined her in the condemnation.

Zhao Yishuang replied with a string of ellipses. Lu Ran explained the situation and then copied and forwarded it to Zuo Hanzhi.

And so, the instigator, Di Lingyan, came downstairs carrying a small suitcase and clattering sandals.

Lu Ran took a luxury car to the airport.

Di Lingyan was very lively on her first long trip.

Completely unaware of the turmoil she had stirred up, she was preoccupied with her trip and sat in the back seat like an excited little puppy.

In a moment, I'll ask Lu Ran what it feels like to fly;

A moment later, she enthusiastically made a travel plan, deciding which attractions to visit and take photos at.

They've probably already forgotten about the confession they just made...

Lu Ran didn't pay much attention; young girls are generally unable to distinguish between liking and admiring.

He came across a clip of Fu Jun interpreting the Bashan Night Rain and felt secretly pleased.

Brother Yishan, in this rain that has flowed for thousands of years, there are still people who understand you.

Can……

Thinking of Li Shangyin, who wrote "Night Rain to the North" that night, whose wife had passed away in Chang'an a few months earlier, I couldn't help but feel saddened.

Is this the pain of longing, or the pain of loss?

Since this poem hasn't been passed down in this world, it means Old Li and his wife must have grown old together...

As he thought about it, he imagined flying to Suocheng that night to surprise Sister Di, and he began to dream about it sweetly.

The sound of rain at night filled my ears, and the water outside the car window was a hazy blur.

Xiao Di took a break after playing on her phone, but Lu Ran received a call from Zheng Yue.

"Have you seen Zhu Yishu?" Lu Ran leaned back lazily in his chair, while Di Lingyan softly rested her head on his shoulder.

Zheng Yue said dejectedly, "Ran-ge, I only received the news when I got to the gate of Yande School. It was raining too hard to go shopping, and she had already gone back. She told me not to wait for her."

"Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate," Lu Ran sighed.

"And then guess what? I fell into a manhole cover on my way home!"

"Is he alright?"

"It's okay, luckily I was clever enough to get stuck in the hole, and a kind person saw me and saved me... That kind person is her dad! Now I'm eating at her house for free," Zheng Yue said happily.

"...Get out of here with my blessings."

Lu Ran's lips twitched. Zheng Yue's incredible luck only made Huaicheng seem too small.

"Want to hang out tomorrow? Zhu Yishu said that Senior Gu has a band performance, let's go see it together." Zheng Yue didn't forget to make connections with her brother.

"You two are on a date, why should I get involved?"

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ran noticed that his hands were a little wet; it turned out that Di Lingyan had drooled while he was asleep.

With glistening drool at the corner of her mouth, she mumbled incoherently in her sleep, "Lu Ran... I like..."

Lu Ran pinched her little nose without any politeness: "Wake up, get ready to board the plane."

We've arrived at Shuangliu Airport. The waiting hall is like a nest, and huge birds glide across the night sky, passing through layers of thick rain clouds.

Liu Lang already lamented the distance to Penglai Mountain, and now he has to cross another ten thousand Penglai Mountains.

Sister, I'm here.