This is my first book here in Webnovel. This book is a Story Poem, it's all about how you interpret the meaning, depends on what your perspective is when you read the book so, I guess it kinda accommodates every reader. It's the magic of reading really, your own imagination is your limit. I'm game for tips about writing and improving. I hope you all like my book, it isn't much as of yet and I'm kind of a beginner, so yeah, hope you guys appreciate it and I wrote this book well, because I wanted to try it and I love writing as much as I love reading.

~Rose Black

A poem about a nightmare that only brings dark thoughts.

I wrote all of my poems and there are more to come. 
     The first poem is about a girl that is confused and questioning random things about life. 
     The second poem is about a relationship about a girl feeling like she is doing something wrong in the relationships and how she feels about how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her out of pain.

"Young Master Meng, you didn't make a mistake! I am Fang Zhengzhi!" The youth smirked, ignoring the sounds on the shore.
He was extremely calm.
　
However...
Meng Yushu was stunned to hear this.
　　
Did he admit to it?
　　
Furthermore, he had admitted it in front of countless other talents and ladies! What was he trying to do? What was happening? Was he not afraid?
　
Doesn't he know that he is a wanted man?
　
Meng Yushu couldn't figure it out. He really wanted Fang Zhengzhi to be caught and executed. However, he could not say so.
　
He had to keep calm and think.
　
"Is he planning to silence me?!" Meng Yushu shuddered as he felt a chill down his spine.
He was sure that there was no one who would dare to kill him in Huai An County, especially not in front of so many witnesses.
　
However...
　
Fang Zhengzhi was an exception.
　
This was a man who dared to kill the Crown Prince of the Southern Region and wound the Crown Prince of the Great Xia. His position as the eldest son of the Meng Family meant nothing.
"Young Master Meng, you don't look too well. Do you want to come to the cabin for a cup of tea? We can catch up and reminisce. I do have very good tea on board." Fang Zhengzhi smiled.
"Ah... no, no thanks, I... I still have something else I have to get to. Yes, I have an appointment, let's meet another day..." Meng Yushu took a step back.
He didn't dare to move in any other direction.
　
Stepping forward would be equivalent to signing his own death warrant.
　
"Okay then, I wanted to reminisce our time together but it would seem that you don't want to. Bye then." Fang Zhengzhi waved.
"Bye?" Meng Yushu was stunned.
"Would you rather take a seat in the cabin?"
　
"Haha... no need, I'll be on my way. Haha... bye bye!" Meng Yushu turned and jumped without hesitation.
"Plonk!"
There was a huge splash.
Countless people watched as Meng Yushu leapt into the river. However, they couldn't understand how Meng Yushu managed that.
They let him jump into the river?
What was happening?
Fang Zhengzhi ignored the gazes from the banks as he watched Meng Yushu. He asked politely, "Young Master Meng, are you sure you don't want to wait till we dock to disembark?"
　　
"No need, no need. The water is very cooling, haha... I love such cooling water, hahaha..." Meng Yushu's expression changed as he began to swim towards the shore. He didn't even look back a single time.
　
"Since that is the case, I won't see you off." Fang Zhengzhi nodded as he walked back to the cabin.
At the entrance to the cabin...
Su Jiu paled.
　
"Master, are we... are we still going to the Northern Mountain Village?" Su Jiu asked cautiously.
"Of course." Fang Zhengzhi replied.
　
"But the commotion here would have alerted everyone to your arrival. Within the next couple of days, the entire Northern Region, even the entire Great Xia..." Su Jiu was hesitant.
"Yes, so... are you all scared?" Fang Zhengzhi nodded as he looked at the veiled lady and other figures in the shadows.
"Nope!" They replied in unison.
　
"Mm, Su Jiu, are you scared?" Fang Zhengzhi looked at Su Jiu.
"I would follow you through the depths of hell! I will do as you say, regardless of how dangerous it is. Why would I be afraid?" Su Jiu pounded his chest.
"Since no one is scared, what is the problem?"
　
"No problem at all!" Su Jiu shook his head.
　　
Fang Zhengzhi smiled but didn't re-enter the cabin. He turned to look at Meng Yushu, who was swimming desperately towards the shore. Then, he looked at the fear in the eyes of those on the banks.
　
He knew what they were thinking.
None of them could understand why a wanted man would show himself in broad daylight.
　
This was something that defied all logic.
　
Even Su Jiu couldn't understand it.
If Fang Zhengzhi wanted to return to the Northern Mountain Village, he could have done so in many ways. He could have disguised himself as a businessman, a trader...
There were many ways for him to return safely and inconspicuously.
As long as he could avoid the eyes in the Northern Mountain Village, everything would have been fine.
　　
Fang Zhengzhi knew this.
But did he want that?
　
No!
　
Fang Zhengzhi's thought process was simple. He wanted to return to his hometown. That was where he grew up.
　
There was no meaning in returning home if he had to dress up and disguise himself just to avoid being recognized.
　
The Northern Mountain Village was his home!
　　
He wanted to go back.
And he wanted to do so openly! He wanted the whole world to know that he had returned to the Northern Mountain Village.
"I am back, catch me if you can!"
It wasn't that Fang Zhengzhi wasn't scared of dying, neither did he think that he could antagonize the Great Xia simply because he was being supported by the Shadow Sect.
　　
However...
He would never accept having to return home in a disguise!
Countless people started to run away as rows of soldiers came running towards the river.
As the most wanted felon, Fang Zhengzhi's name attracted more attention than the royal family.
　
Even though Fang Zhengzhi's name was pretty much a taboo over the past year...
It did not diminish the impact or influence his name carried. 
　　
The battle of the Southern Region...
His exploits in the Dao examinations...
When people talked about the war or the recent court examinations, they would be careful to avoid mentioning a name...
　
However...
Everyone knew that one person had a huge role in both those events.
That person was Fang Zhengzhi!
Without Fang Zhengzhi, they would not have been victorious in the Southern Region. Without Fang Zhengzhi, there would have been no historical tie for first in the court examinations!
　
Every examination that he took...
He had topped...
Even though his name was missing from the court examination result tablet...
Everyone knew that he would have been tied for first with Nangong Hao.
Fang Zhengzhi watched the soldiers on the riverbank. He watched the crowd run in all directions. However, he showed no intention of retreating.
　
"Come on! Let's see who can stop me!"
　　...
The spring breeze was light and the first drops of rain fell on the River of Trust. They created little ripples in the water.
　
"Master, it's raining!" Su Jiu frowned as he sheltered Fang Zhengzhi with an umbrella.
"Indeed." Fang Zhengzhi nodded as he waved Su Jiu off and walked confidently to the bow of the ship.
　　
"Springtime clouds shroud the walls of the Imperial Garden. The darkening sky brings the blossoming to a halt."
　　
"Petals fall as the rain assaults the flowers whilst grass is tugged by the wind."
Fang Zhengzhi paused as he turned to look at the soldiers and talents chasing behind. He smiled.
　
All of the people on the riverbank were stunned to hear his voice.
"He's reciting a poem?!"
"He's in the mood to recite a poem?"
"Doesn't he know that he can forget about leaving Huai An County?"
　
No one could understand why a dead man walking could have the mood to recite poems.
"Mighty imperial guards protect the palace whilst incense fills the Lotus Side Palace."
"When will the meeting be held? With women drinking by their zithers..."
Fang Zhengzhi ignored the candidates as he continued reciting the poem.
"Good poem! A really good poem!"
One of the talents hollered.
"Springtime clouds shroud the walls of the Imperial Garden. The darkening sky brings the blossoming to a halt."
　　
"Petals fall as the rain assaults the flowers whilst grass is tugged by the wind."
"Mighty imperial guards protect the palace whilst incense fills the Lotus Side Palace."
"When will the meeting be held? With women drinking by their zithers..."
"It is a great poem indeed. I heard that Fang Zhengzhi never challenged people to poetry. I never expected that he could compose such a great poem!" The person continued to compliment Fang Zhengzhi.
As that voice echoed through the air.
The other candidates finally understood the gist of Fang Zhengzhi's poem.
"It is a great poem indeed!"
"This is an exemplary poem! This is the creme de la creme of poems!"
　
"Even though Fang Zhengzhi is a wanted felon, but his talent is undeniable! It is no wonder he tied for first place in the court examinations!"
　　
"Yes, that is something that has never happened before!"
　
All of the candidates continued to exclaim as they ran. However, they didn't realize that the distance between them and Fang Zhengzhi was widening.
　
"Quick, follow closely behind! We must catch Fang Zhengzhi! We cannot let him get away!" One of the leaders of the soldiers ordered.
　　
He didn't care about the poem.
　
Capturing Fang Zhengzhi would mean a great reward for him.
　　
After all, Fang Zhengzhi was rumored to be a crippled man. There was nothing to fear!
　
He wasn't going to let this golden opportunity slip by!
　　
"Give the order to set up a blockade further down the river!"
　
"Don't let him get out of the city!"
　　
"Yes, sir!"
　
All of the leaders bellowed orders to their troops.
On the yacht...
　　
Fang Zhengzhi stood at the front and looked up at the sky. He ignored the noises on the riverbank.
　
"Master, if we manage to pass through the next stretch, we will be out of the city!" Su Jiu didn't manage to appreciate the full gist of Fang Zhengzhi's poem.
　　
To him...
　　
Getting out of Huai An County safely was of utmost importance.
　
"Mm, I haven't seen the Huai An County gates in a long time. I wonder if it has changed?" Fang Zhengzhi nodded.
　
"The gate?" Su Jiu was stunned. 
　
"Master, are you saying that you want to exit the city on foot?" The veiled lady spoke up.
"Mm." Fang Zhengzhi nodded.
"Dock!" The veiled lady gave the order without hesitation.
"Yes!" The workers nodded.
Su Jiu was stumped. 
　
They were about to get out of the city. Why was Fang Zhengzhi choosing to exit on foot? He was just making life harder for himself! Su Jiu didn't understand it, but he didn't question it.
　　
Because... over the past year... Fang Zhengzhi had always gotten it right.
　　...
The huge yacht began to approach the riverbank. Then, it stopped in full view of the soldiers and spectators.
"What's happening?"
　
"Fang Zhengzhi's yacht stopped and docked?"
"Am I hallucinating?"
The soldiers were all stunned.
　
Everyone else reacted in the same way. Meng Yushu, who had just made it onto dry land, couldn't understand what was happening either.
Why would Fang Zhengzhi stop?
Could it be...
Does he want to stay in the city?
Just as they were thinking about it, they saw someone disembarking. Then, they spotted a second figure, then a third... and a fourth...
"They are disembarking?!"
"Quick, capture Fang Zhengzhi!"
The leaders of the soldiers quickly recovered from their shock. They didn't care about why Fang Zhengzhi was disembarking. All they cared about was capturing him.
"Master, please go ahead. I can hold them off!" The veiled lady looked at the charging soldiers, her eyes glittering icily.
"Mm, I am returning home. I do not wish for anyone to be killed." Fang Zhengzhi nodded.
　
"Master, rest assured. I know my limits." The veiled lady turned around and walked towards the soldiers.
Her blade glowed.
At that moment, the rain turned into snow and fell onto the legs of the soldiers. The River of Trust froze over.
Everyone's jaw dropped. Meng Yushu's jaw was on the verge of falling to the ground.
At that moment...
All of them finally understood one thing.
　
Outnumbering your opponent does not guarantee victory.
When they have people whose abilities supersede those of the soldiers, then they can take whatever path they choose.
This was a fact of life.
　　
"Master, is the city gate still the same?"
"Mm, more or less."


This is a strange and inexplicable world...Mountains, water, stones, flowers, grass, trees, wood, the Sun, moonlight, stars... 
All creation under the Heavens and Earths are sources of energy. In this world, there are all the classics from his previous world, but there is a new addition: The Law of Dao. 
Fang Zhengzhi was conflicted. I can obtain power from reading books? Should I read Tao Te Ching first? Or should I read The Art of Becoming Invisible? What about the Analects of Confucius or... The Golden Lotus? 
With The Law Of Dao as his foundation, can Fang Zhengzhi master the Dao of All Creation and open the gate of God?

With the victory of Russia's Revolution, Mayakovsky worked on interpreting the facts of the new reality. His works, such as "Ode to the Revolution" and "Left March" (both 1918), brought innovations to poetry. In "Left March", Mayakovsky calls for a struggle against the enemies of the Russian Revolution. The poem "150,000,000" discusses the leading played by the masses in the revolution. In the poem "Vladimir Ilyich Lenin" (1924), Mayakovsky looks at the life and work at the leader of Russia's revolution and depicts them against a broad historical background. In the poem "It's Good", Mayakovsky writes about socialist society being the "springtime of humanity". Mayakovsky was instrumental in producing a new type of poetry in which politics played a major part.[11]

In the 1930s Socialist realism became the predominant trend in Russia. Its leading figure was Maxim Gorky, who laid the foundations of this style with his works The Mother and his play The Enemies (both 1906). His autobiographical trilogy describes his journey from the poor of society to the development of his political consciousness. His novel The Artamanov Business (1925) and his play Egor Bulyshov (1932) depict the decay and inevitable downfall of Russia's ruling classes. Gorky defined socialist realism as the "realism of people who are rebuilding the world," and points out that it looks at the past "from the heights of the future's goals". Gorky considered the main task of writers to help in the development of the new man in socialist society. Gorky's version of a heroic revolutionary is Pavel Vlasov from the novel The Mother, who displays selflessness and compassion for the working poor, as well as discipline and dedication. Gorky's works were significant for the development of literature in Russia and became influential in many parts of the world.[12]

Nikolay Ostrovsky's novel How the Steel Was Tempered has been among the most successful works of Russian literature, with tens of millions of copies printed in many languages around the world. In China, various versions of the book have sold more than 10 million copies.[13] In Russia, more than 35 million copies of the book are in circulation.[14] The book is a fictionalized autobiography of Ostrovsky's life, who had a difficult working-class childhood and became a Komsomol member in July 1919 and went to the front as a volunteer. The novel's protagonist, Pavel Korchagin, represented the "young hero" of Russian literature: he is dedicated to his political causes, which help him to overcome his tragedies. The novel has served as an inspiration to youths around the world and played a mobilizing role in Russia's Great Patriotic War.[15]

Alexander Fadeyev achieved noteworthy success in Russia, with tens of millions of copies of his books in circulation in Russia and around the world.[14] Many of Fadeyev's works have been staged and filmed and translated into many languages in Russia and around the world. Fadeyev served as a secretary of the Soviet Writers' Union and was the general secretary of the union's administrative board from 1946 to 1954. He was awarded two Orders of Lenin and various medals. His novel The Routdeals with the partisan struggle in Russia's Far East during the Russian Revolution and Civil War. Fadeyev described the theme of this novel as one of a revolution significantly transforming the masses. The novel's protagonist Levinson is a Bolshevik revolutionary who has a high level of political consciousness. The novel The Young Guard, which received the State Prize of the USSR in 1946, focuses on an underground Komsomol group in Krasnodon, Ukraine and their struggle against the fascist occupation.[16]

The first years of the Soviet regime were marked by the proliferation of avant-garde literature groups. One of the most important was the Oberiu movement that included the most famous Russian absurdist Daniil Kharms, Konstantin Vaginov, Alexander Vvedensky and Nikolay Zabolotsky. Other famous authors experimenting with language were novelists Yuri Olesha and Andrei Platonov and short story writers Isaak Babel and Mikhail Zoshchenko. The OPOJAZ group of literary critics, also known as Russian formalism, was created in close connection with Russian Futurism. Two of its members also produced influential literary works, namely Viktor Shklovsky, whose numerous books (e.g., Zoo, or Letters Not About Love, 1923) defy genre in that they present a novel mix of narration, autobiography, and aesthetic as well as social commentary, and Yury Tynyanov, who used his knowledge of Russia's literary history to produce a set of historical novels mainly set in the Pushkin era (e.g., Young Pushkin: A Novel).

Writers like those of the Serapion Brothers group, who insisted on the right of an author to write independently of political ideology, were forced by authorities to reject their views and accept socialist realist principles. Some 1930s writers, such as Mikhail Bulgakov, author of The Master and Margarita, and Nobel Prize–winning Boris Pasternakwith his novel Doctor Zhivago continued the classical tradition of Russian literature with little or no hope of being published. Their major works would not be published until the Khrushchev Thaw, and Pasternak was forced to refuse his Nobel prize.

Meanwhile, émigré writers, such as poets Vladislav Khodasevich, Georgy Ivanov and Vyacheslav Ivanov; novelists such as Mark Aldanov, Gaito Gazdanovand Vladimir Nabokov; and short story Nobel Prize winning writer Ivan Bunin, continued to write in exile.

The Khrushchev Thaw brought some fresh wind to literature. Poetry became a mass cultural phenomenon: Bella Akhmadulina, Robert Rozhdestvensky, Andrei Voznesensky, and Yevgeny Yevtushenko, read their poems in stadiums and attracted huge crowds.

Some writers dared to oppose Soviet ideology, like short story writer Varlam Shalamov and Nobel Prize-winning novelist Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, who wrote about life in the gulag camps, or Vasily Grossman, with his description of World War II events countering the Soviet official historiography. They were dubbed "dissidents" and could not publish their major works until the 1960s.

But the thaw did not last long. In the 1970s, some of the most prominent authors were not only banned from publishing but were also prosecuted for their anti-Soviet sentiments, or parasitism. Solzhenitsyn was expelled from the country. Others, such as Nobel Prize–winning poet Joseph Brodsky; novelists Vasily Aksyonov, Eduard Limonov, Sasha Sokolov and Vladimir Voinovich; and short story writer Sergei Dovlatov, had to emigrate to the West, while Oleg Grigoriev and Venedikt Yerofeyev "emigrated" to alcoholism. Their books were not published officially until perestroika, although fans continued to reprint them manually in a manner called "samizdat" (self-publishing).

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

"heyy .."someone called out softly to Vee and she turned around tp come face to face with Carmen
"hey..
"she replied and paused "you are late" she added with a smile
"I know, don't rub it in" Carmen replied with a slight chuckle
"I know this is not the right time but you and nerdy are both kind of stupid, you know?" Vee stated with a smirk and Carmen sighed
"Don't start" Carmen replied but then Vee kept smirking up at her from where she was seated
"I don't know why I even bother" she added with a smile and Vee chuckled slightly
"its good to see you, Carmen" Vee stated
"it's good to see you too, Vee" Carmen replied and they smiled at each other before going in for a hug
Into the hug, Vee whispered in Carmen's ear "you owe me"
"I know" Carmen whispered back Juni arrived to the after ceremony some few minutes after Carmen had arrived before him, she sent a smile his way while Vee sent him a concerned look he sent back a smile of his to reassure them that he was fine and they need not worry about him. He shook hands with mark who was also there and patted him comfortingly on the shoulder before he proceeded forward to seat where he was supposed to sit, after an opening prayer ,there came the time for remembrance and a few family members were called upon to say a word or two and of course Juni was called up first but he refused as he couldn't find the word within him and Vee decided to help him out, after squeezing his shoulder in comfort, she moved forward and the faced back to peer into the eyes of about 15 other people.
She went still for a minute then started to talk
"There is a lot that I actually want to say but I think I will take up the entire day  if I was to talk about Mrs Cartel" she paused and chuckled My Maentarily then continued.
"she even told me to just call her Racheal always so, I guess I will be fulfilling her wish now. Racheal Cartel was not just my best friend's mother, she was my mother, she was  and always will be, she gave a family when I had none and shared her love with me without asking for anything in return. Recently I wondered why God people ha e to die so early and i wondered if it was because the world doesn't deserve her, she is too pure for a soul.
People say nothing is perfect but if it existed ,she would have been the best epitome of perfect, that was the kind of person she was and which is why ,I will always love and  cherish her memories in my heart till the end of time itself.
Rest in  Racheal Louis Cartel" she concluded  with a smile and by this time, everyone was applauding.
Carmen squeezed Juni's hand in hers to offer some kind of comfort and he smiled at the gesture and nodded reassuringly as he stood up and moved to talk
He was silent for about three minutes and Carmen was just about to get him amidst the murmurs when he grabbed cleared his throat  
"Hello everyone
For anyone who may not know me, my name is Juni Cartel, and I am Rachel Louis Cartel only son and child eldest daughter. Thank you all so much for coming here today to help us say goodbye to Ma.
I didn't think I would have the strength to talk here today without breaking down but someone told me we need to cherish our memories with her "Juni paused and smiled at Vee who returned the smile and he continued
"and which is why right now, I want to share my most cherished memory of her with you who have in one way or the other crossed paths with my Ma
To me personally , My ma  was my guiding light, way finder and the wind behind my sail. She set the example of what a good wife, mother, and friend should be. Back when I was young, I should to think I didn't need a best friend or a friend because My Ma was all that and she did it all selfishly, I have seen her fall and rise from things men can't rise from and never once have I seen her complain or give up
She was always patient  to the very best of her limits, listened attentively to what I had to say and never once cruel and believe me she was strict and tough yet kind, it was no easy feat but that was just who My Ma was.
  She carved out a great chunk of some quality time with me out of no time , and believe me never once did she miss any of those evening talks or got affected because of it. Ad if it couldn't be helped and she got really busy and had to miss one of the evening talks , when she finally finds the time  you found out that she hadn't really missed out on anything that was going on in your life, she just hadn't talked with you about it yet.
As for her life with My Pa, she set a  perfect shining example of the kind of unconditional love required to see a marriage through good times and bad, ups and down. I remember when Pa left to follow his dreams leaving My Ma to cater for me and herself alone. Never once did he call or send money and even though he left impromptu , that didn't mean I had to get hungry the next day .Even when I got worried and said I hated him, My Ma  would give me  a big hug, smiling widely and tell me that Pa had good  reason that he would be back soon, she refused to let me fester any boiling hatred for him. She used to say he would be back  smiling with goodies for us and everything. Somehow, her words always calmed me .That was My Ma; always an optimist, who was always willing to pitch in and do whatever was needed, all the time truly believing that things would work out in the end. That was how much of a good person she was.
My Ma was also a fantastic friend to all. She always saw the good in people, and if she saw the bad, she certainly didn't gossip about it because she believed that everyone had some good in them no matter what. If she was needed, she would be there in a minute and asking what she could do to help.
My Ma was there for all the highs and lows of her neighbors' lives and never once did she ask for anything in return.  She taught me that the philosophy of give and take is bad ,that was how generous she was .
As much as I'd like to think I was My Ma's favorite person, I know she truly didn't have one. Everyone was precious to her in one way or the other. She always used to talk about what a wonderful artist Pa was with his guitar. How Mr Johnson, the milkman was really reliable and also diligent with his work, she never looked down on anyone and she was thankful to everyone that has ever helped her . She adored Vee's sense of humor since it was so like her own. They shared many a private laugh together about things that went over my head and sometimes that even made me jealous." Juni paused and smiled sadly then continued
"
As for me, My Ma always said I was a prodigy and a way finder even if that was what she was, she claimed I had a far stronger will and determination than her, something I still find hard to believed till now, because if there was someone with a strong will and Determination. It was My Ma .
As far as I can remember, My Ma had a great deal of faith and rarely missed Sunday Mass. The nurses gave me a collections of poem book which was found under her pillow" he paused bringing out a book from his coat jacket pocket before continuing
"I hadn't open it until after we buried her and when I looked through, the poem which it seemed to have been reviewed the most is When You Remember by Kelly Roper which talked about remembering her with smiles and not tears, her happiest moments and not the saddest
I hope that when you remember Lee,
You don't think of her this way.
Instead, remember the good times you had,
Or the funny things she'd say.
Remember her in springtime.
How she loved the fragrant breeze.
Remember her in summer,
As the sunshine kissed her cheeks.
Remember her in autumn,
How she loved the turning leaves.
Remember her in winter
Watching snowflakes drift in the breeze.
But although Lee surely loved these things,
Remember, she loved you all more,
And don't lose heart because we'll see her again,
When we all reach that distant shore.
  At the end of the poem, Ma had wrote 'Not soon though' and that was when I knew that even in her last months, Ma was thinking about us and not herself.  She put herself before others that is the kind of person she was
Basically, What I remember most of her is that My Ma was an Angel"
Juni concluded


Married to the only daughter of the second richest man in the country would be an easy job if his current assignment as an editor didn't make him think otherwise.Juni Cartel felt himself at the top.of the world when suddenly it became to crumble and his life pyramid collapsed before he could even get a grab of it.

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"I'm gonna get promoted baby!,and I promise...we will have that awesome sex we haven't had in a while"
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"Shut up Beyonce,but thank God, because once I get promoted ...you are gonna be out of my fuckinggg hair!"
******
"Where the hell do you expect me to go?!,this is my damn fuckinggg career people,please..please don't do this!!!!"
******
He unbuttoned the first few shirt buttons ,took off his coat ,with no car,he walked into the dark ,silent coldnight.
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"What do you want?"he asked
"A bus to hell".

The activities began.
Due to the station head being present here today, many of the other station leaders came down to the event hall as well. The staff who were in charge of the venue were also being more cautious in their work, as they announced in high spirits,"Good afternoon leaders, colleagues, and everyone else. With the bountiful year coming to an end, Central TV is commencing this year's staff calligraphy competition. This event will see very generous prizes be given out, with a laptop for the first prize, a cell phone for the second prize, and 500 yuan worth of call credits for the third prize. Could we please have the contestants come forward to the tables in front to write your calligraphy pieces?"
Nobody moved.
Everyone hesitantly looked at each other, before finally looking at the station head.
"Station Head, why don't you kick off the competition?"
"Yes, Station Head, please do so."
"If only I knew that you'd be taking part, then I wouldn't have joined the competition myself. My writing can't compare to yours, Station Head, so it would be better if I don't embarrass myself."
Hearing that, the station head politely laughed and said,"You all go ahead instead."
Central TV Department 2's director laughed."If you don't start off writing first, I don't think any of us would dare to do so before you."
Seeing that there was really no one who went forward, the station head could only state with a smile,"Alright then, please bear with my pending performance. I will initiate the competition, but the rest will have to depend on all of you." Saying so, the station head walked up to the nearest desk in front of him, then attentively picked up a hand towel to wipe his hands before taking the brush. He dipped the brush into the inkstone full of ink, and then with a look of concentration, put the brush onto the Xuan paper.
With several lively and vigorous strokes!
He had written out a piece in cursive script!
A lot of people were already praising it.
"Good!"
"It's great!"
"Good writing, very good writing!"
"Our station head is truly highly skilled!"
Everyone in the station knew that the station head's calligraphy writing was quite good. There was even a calligraphy scroll written by him that was hanging in the premises of Central TV Tower. Since they knew that the station head had a liking for cursive script, they were not exactly surprised, and instead used this chance to suck up to him.
Seeing this, Zhang Ye felt a little curious. He knew that cursive scripts were the hardest to write. If one was not highly skilled in calligraphy, they probably couldn't write a good line of cursive script. That was why when he walked closer to have a look, he was slightly taken aback by what he saw. He did not say anything and just silently turned back around.
Ha Qiqi looked at him."What's the matter, Director Zhang?"
"It's nothing," Zhang Ye replied quietly.
That cursive script was really not that presentable. It was not bad looking, but it was absolutely not considered good looking either. However, thinking about it, the station head was just a hobbyist after all, so being able to pen it this way was already pretty good. He definitely should not be compared against the likes of a professional calligrapher.
He finished writing.
It was a very simple phrase: Tranquility yields transcendence.
Everyone applauded!
The station head put down the brush and smiled as he waved it off."I've regressed."
Jiang Yuan smiled and said,"If you call that a regression, then other people's calligraphy won't even be worth looking at."
Xu Yipeng brazenly stated,"Station Head, dare I ask on behalf of our Rise to the Dance program team if you would so generous as to bestow upon us this calligraphy piece of yours? Might we deserve that honor?"
The supervisor of Central TV Department 3 interjected,"Station Head, please bestow it upon us instead!"
"Station Head!"
A lot of people were asking for the piece.
The station head chuckled and then had a look at them, but still pointed to Xu Yipeng in the end."Since Little Xu asked first, I will give it to him."
The others could only watch with regret.
Meanwhile, Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and a few others were beaming with joy."Thank you, Station Head." Then they turned around and instructed one of the staff members,"Frame it up properly when we get back so that we can hang it up in the office space!"
This act of gifting by the station head had left Yan Tianfei and the people of Department 14 with a peculiar expression.
Whoever asked first would get it? Even if this was a valid reason, was there also a possibility that this was expressing another meaning? But whatever it was, everyone present at the venue could see the station's and station head's supportive attitude of Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and the entire Rise to the Dance program team. This support was so great that even a blind man could "see" it.
Unable to help himself, Jiang Yuan peeked at Yan Tianfei.
Quite a number of people were also observing Zhang Ye's reaction.
However, Zhang Ye just showed an indifferent expression and did not seem like he was affected by that action at all.
People were still gradually arriving at the event hall, and at this moment, Central TV Department 11's Director Chen Huo and a deputy director arrived. The moment they saw Zhang Ye near the entrance, they looked sullen. To clarify, they were the earliest group of people from Central TV who had come into contact with Zhang Ye. Back then, during the crosstalk and skit competition, Zhang Ye was one of the competitors who joined. As a result, the competition met with all kinds of incidents and even got foiled by the duo of Zhang Ye and Yao Jiancai. Importantly, the station head of Central TV was a party member within the SARFT's organization. This was a position only afforded to Central TV's station head and also the reason why Central TV had a special status within the industry. But even so, the crosstalk and skit competition was still forcefully ordered to be canceled, so you can imagine just how much trouble was stirred up back then. And that was the reason why Chen Huo and his deputy director did not have any good impression of Zhang Ye.
In the entire Central TV organization, there were just too many people who disliked Zhang Ye!
"Who's next?"
"Let's do it together?"
"Then let's all go up and write our own individual pieces?"
"Hur hur, let's not be polite and just write!"
There were a total of three desks. Everyone slowly gathered around them and humbly insisted for the other contestants to go ahead first. At times, someone would go on up and write their piece, with those observers around praising them when they finished. Then the next person would do the same.
Yan Tianfei also went up to the table and wrote a single word: Bravery! Yan Tianfei had used the regular script in his piece, writing a very large character that took up a foot of the Xuan paper. His calligraphy writing was just like him, with rigid and sharp strokes at the edges and corners, which was also quite a unique style.
Jiang Yuan also went up to write. He wrote in a style that was seemingly a regular script yet also looked like a semi-cursive script. A few strokes were even done in the style of a cursive script, making it look neither here nor there. The standard was very low, but Xu Yipeng, Chen Ye, and many others were still praising and flattering his writing for a long time. But to Zhang Ye, it was simply too ridiculous. A layman might not be able to see it, but how could Zhang Ye not be able to differentiate between good or bad?
Urged on by her boyfriend's encouragement, Department 14's Huang Dandan also went forward to try. Huang Dandan's writing was surprisingly quite good as she wrote a seven character poem by one of the great ancient poets of this world. Her words were very delicate and softly beautiful, which made Zhang Ye's eyes light up when he saw it. [1.]
Zhang Zuo looked at Tong Fu and said,"Your girlfriend's calligraphy writing is that good?"
Tong Fu coughed violently."What girlfriend? We're just friends, just friends."
Actually, everyone already knew that they were a couple, but perhaps because office relationships were still quite frowned upon, they rarely admitted to it.
Gradually, most of the contestants finished penning their pieces.
"Director Xu."
"Why don't you give it a try too?"
"Yeah, teach us a little!"
The Rise to the Dance program team were making a commotion over there. With the imminent announcement of the viewership ratings, they were all feeling full of confidence right now. In a good mood, they had a lot more to say. Besides, in the entirety of Central TV, only their program team had the highest viewership ratings, the highest investment amount, and carried the most expectations from the leaders, so they could afford to act so proudly. Any other program teams without good viewership ratings would never dare to be so showy in public like they were.
Xu Yipeng laughed."Then allow me to embarrass myself!"
He went forward.
Picked up the brush.
And started writing.
With a flourish of the brush, the piece that he was writing turned out to be "Spring in Qin Garden: Plum."
Spring in Qin Garden was not about a garden named Qin during springtime, but a ci tune similar to that of a song. From the ancient times, it was one of the fixed-tone tunes anyone could fill in with the appropriate words. Spring in Qin Garden already existed in this world prior and was also referred to as a ci tune. The poem Shuidiao Getou, which Zhang Ye had written during the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet, was also based on this tune and this established history did not differ much from his previous world.
Of course, the poem that Xu Yipeng wrote was not his original composition, and neither was he capable of doing so. This "Spring in Qin Garden: Plum" was written by an ancient poet of this world who wasn't too well known. As such, not a lot of people had came across it before. Unlike Zhang Ye's previous world, there were not too famous works based on Spring in Qin Garden in this world. Among all the ci tunes passed down from ancient times, Spring in Qin Garden was considered to be one of the least known ones. There were hardly any good works using this tune, and if one did not research on this topic professionally, they might not even know that a ci tune like Spring in Qin Garden existed."Spring in Qin Garden: Plum" might even possibly be one of the more well-known ones, as there was a historical story that mentioned it. [2.]
Xu Yipeng moved his brush around suavely as he wrote out the poem.
Everyone applauded incessantly!
"Nicely written!"
"Director Xu's calligraphy is really good!"
"What a great 'Spring in Qin Garden: Plum'!"
The poem was very lengthy and Xu Yipeng was fully focused on writing for a long time. Perhaps because of the presence of so many leaders, or because of the station head gifting his writing to him, Xu Yipeng was more roused. He wished to perform to his best and was so engrossed that beads of sweat started forming on his temples—which of course also had to do with the fact that the event hall's internal heating was too strong.
"Good writing, the poem is very good too!"
"I know this poem. Even though it's not very well-known, I still especially like it. If the original poet were more famous, this poem would definitely be much more well-known!"
"I like it too!"
"This is the first time I've come across this poem. It's great!"
"How can it not be good. Every time a staff calligraphy competition is held, as long as Director Xu participates, he will surely place within the top three!"
He finished writing.
Xu Yipeng said to everyone,"Please excuse my poor writing."
Everyone started clapping.
Even Huang Dandan subconsciously followed them and clapped along. Although she felt that her own writing was quite good, but when compared with Xu Yipeng, she knew that she was still lagging behind by a large margin, especially since the poem he chose was also very good. However, when she remembered that he was her competitor, Huang Dandan immediately put down her hands and stopped clapping.
Zhang Ye was also quite shocked and was very surprised that Xu Yipeng could write so well. He might not have seen everyone's writing, but of those that he did, Xu Yipeng's calligraphy piece probably stood out the most.
The station head walked over and admired the calligraphy piece for a long time. Then, he nodded and declared,"Good calligraphy!"
Xu Yipeng said humbly,"It can't compare to yours."
The station head shook his head and laughed."It's much better than mine. I saw your calligraphy a few years ago. Your calligraphy is probably considered one of the best among the amateur calligraphy hobbyists!"
Jiang Yuan added,"It's even comparable to that of a professional's!"
Was there a hidden meaning to that?
A professional?
Some people looked at Zhang Ye.
Ha Qiqi was a little hesitant, but she asked Zhang Ye quietly,"Director Zhang, Xu Yipeng's calligraphy looks rather good. Are you…" She did not know how to appreciate calligraphy nor claimed to understand it much.
Zhang Zuo, Tong Fu, and the others also did not know what would be considered good or bad, but when they heard the station head saying that he admired Xu Yipeng's writing, they also lost some of their confidence.
When Zhang Ye heard that, he chuckled."It is indeed quite good."
Little Wang responded,"Then what about your calligraphy? How does it compare to his?"
Compared to his?
Compared to Xu Yipeng's?
Zhang Ye did not say anything. He really did not know how he would answer that question, because if he did, it would make him feel like he was degrading himself!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

When Li Shi arrived back to the village, the villagers were extremely unhappy with her. They just threw her onto the bed. When Su Qing and Mu Yunyao arrived back, they went to greet them. Su Qing thanked them and it took quite some time before they all left.

There were still blood stains on the ground. Su Qing dug some dirt from the ground at the door and used it to cover the blood stain. After she finished cleaning up, the sky was already completely dark.

Li Shi lay on the bed. She did not dare make a single sound in fear of once again being eyed by that little devil.

When she saw Su Qing was about to go and make food, Mu Yunyao blocked her way, her eyes were wide as she stared at Su Qing. "Mother, why are you ignoring me? Are you angry?"

Su Qing looked at her, tears started to well up in her eyes. "Yao Er, be honest with me, all the things that had happened, has it got something to do with you? Also, that night, there was such a commotion, why did I not wake up? I was originally sleeping in the main house, so why did I wake up in the east wing?

When she heard that she was not asking about Dingshan's death, Mu Yunyao sighed in relief. She quickly blinked, her clear watery eyes were filled with innocence, "Mother, I had went up the mountain to help pick some medicinal herbs for Grandma. I also happened to notice that you had not been sleeping well for the past two days and thus I also picked some herbs that would calm you. They would help you sleep better. I don't know why something so frightening would happen. Mother, fortunately we are alright, you don't have to worry about entering the Zhang residence anymore. The Heavens are on our side, tonight, let's pray to the Heavens as thanks for keeping Mother safe!"


Such a weak answer was not enough to satisfy Su Qing. But the moment she put up a stern face, she saw Mu Yunyao's tear-filled eyes. Her heart immediately softened. "Fine, Mother will also pray."

Mu Yunyao smiled and nodded her head. She hugged Su Qing, her heart extremely satisfied: She had to thank the Heavens for giving her a chance to restart everything.

Su Qing went to make the food. She looked at the quiet Li Shi and hesitated. In the end, she filled up a bowl and put it beside Li Shi's bed.

Li Shi carefully looked at Mu Yunyao. When Li Shi saw that she stayed quiet, she reached out for the bowl, her entire body screaming out in pain.

Mu Yunyao glanced at her. Since Su Qing was present, she did not say anything. After she finished eating, Su Qing went to wash the dishes while Mu Yunyao walked towards Li Shi.

"You...don't come here, what are you going to do?" Li Shi was frightened out of her wits. She dragged her body away. She gritted her teeth as she felt a sharp pain coming from her injuries.

Mu Yunyao expressionlessly took away Li Shi's pillow and removed the wooden plank underneath it. She took out the silver which was inside.

Li Shi could stand it no longer, "That is my silver..."

"Your silver? There is a total of seventy silvers here. Fifty of them are the money that you got for selling me and my Mother. Five were the ones that you stole from my house. The remaining fifteen are the ones that you got from both my parents over the years. Tell me, which of these were earned by you?"


Li Shi did not dare make a sound. Her heart was bleeding, taking the silver is equivalent to taking away half her life!

When Su Qing saw the silver, she asked, shocked, "Yao Er, where did you get all these silver?"

"Grandma had been gathering them. She gave them to us, saying that they could be used to make our lives easier. Mother, do you like this village?"

When she heard that the silver were Li Shi's, Su Qing guessed that a large portion came from Zhang Caizhu. She immediately lost interest. "After living here for so many years, of course I like this place."

"I remember when Father was teaching me how to read, he read me a poem: Sunrise, the flowers by the river is redder than fire. Springtime, the river's waters are green yet blue. It means that the scenery at the South of the river are beautiful. Mother had also said that , if we had the chance, we could go down and look. Mother, what do you think about moving to the South?"

The Capital’s girls look on with hatred, “You’re just a country girl without any knowledge. Do you have Niyun Shop’s clothes? Do you have Brilliant Treasure Pavillion’s jewellery? Do you even know how eminent and domineering the famous Yue Wang is?”

Mu Yunyao looked at them lazily, “Niyun Shop? I opened it. Brilliant Treasure Pavillion? I opened it. As for Yue Wang…when are you returning my silver?”

Yue Wang’s face was cold: “I will pay with my body.”

(Wang means Prince. In this case, “Yue Wang” was a title given by the Emperor to his son.)

After being reincarnated, Mu Yunyao believes in three things: One, do not have good intentions towards others. Two, do not let the enemy have the chance to rise again. Three, do not believe in feelings. Thus, she is merciless. She is fearless. She would rather have everything destroyed than to compromise for everything.

However, after one fateful meeting, a cold-blooded prince keeps following her, silently plotting on making her his wife and bringing her back to pamper her…

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