"I've read some, but not many," Li Yang said modestly, trying to appear confident. He couldn't let Zhao Yunlong know his true abilities, otherwise Zhao Yunlong's questions wouldn't be too difficult. Besides, Li Yang already knew the answers to Zhao Yunlong's questions and had prepared responses. Saying this was also a way of being humble, and this attitude was very important.
"Since you know about Chairman Mao, why don't you talk about his poems? Which one do you like best? I personally like those two 'Qinyuanchun' poems." Zhao Yunlong casually threw out a difficult question.
Li Yang glanced at Zhao Yunlong and thought, "Damn, is this guy a Mao Zedong fanboy even though he's a corrupt official? Look at him imitating the Chairman's handwriting and studying the Chairman's poems."
"The chairman's poems were certainly excellent, and his calligraphy was first-rate, bold and unrestrained. Of course, some effeminate literati didn't like it very much."
Poems like "Qing Ping Le - Liupanshan" and "He Xin Lang - Reading History" are all very good. Those written before the founding of the People's Republic of China are generally better than those written after. Of course, many people will say that Chairman Mao's poems use overly simplistic and plain language.
But do I think that the greater the poetry and literature, the more it should use simple words to express profound artistic conception?
"Isn't Tao Yuanming's 'Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, I leisurely gaze at the Southern Mountains' simple and plain? Which of the poems by the great poets Li Bai and Bai Juyi doesn't use simple words? But their artistic conception is unmatched, making them masters of poetry!" Li Yang's rambling made Zhao Yunlong nod in agreement, while Zhao Lihua's eyes sparkled.
Li Yang was secretly very pleased with himself. "Haha," he thought, "I read this in a professional book! The author is a Chairman Mao fan, a professor, and specializes in studying Chairman Mao. If someone this awesome can't intimidate you, I'll just smash my head against Zhao Lihua's two volleyballs and die a philandering death!"
Zhao Yunlong listened with great interest and couldn't help but laugh, "So, which one is your favorite?"
Li Yang's eyes lit up, and he said with great enthusiasm, "Of course it's 'Remembering Qin'e - Loushan Pass'! The majestic pass is as impregnable as iron, but now we stride forward anew. Anew we stride forward, the green mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood."
This profound and expansive artistic conception, tinged with a sense of bewilderment and desolation, was expressed by Chairman Mao in such simple language. His skill and mastery were truly remarkable, even by Song Dynasty standards! Wang Guowei said in "Renjian Cihua" that Li Bai's "West wind and setting sun, Han dynasty mausoleums"—just eight characters—has captivated the hearts of countless people throughout history who have climbed mountains and rivers.
Chairman Mao's poem "Remembering Qin'e - Loushan Pass" is in no way inferior to Li Bai's. If Wang Guowei had read this poem, he would surely have applauded and been extremely excited! Li Yang then recited the expert's words in a very fluent and elegant manner.
Zhao Lihua's eyes were so glazed they looked like they could drip water. Li Yang even suspected she was already wet down there; her body, recently awakened by him, was incredibly sensitive, easily aroused by the slightest stimulation. "Hehe, she's definitely wet!"
Li Yang almost couldn't resist using his X-ray vision to investigate, but he was afraid that if he saw such a lewd scene, he would embarrass himself. In the end, he managed to restrain himself.
"Hmm, I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding and knowledge of Chairman Mao's poetry at such a young age. Indeed, Chairman Mao's poetry can be considered part of the bold and unrestrained school. Poetry is divided into bold and unrestrained and delicate and graceful styles. Do you prefer the bold and unrestrained style or the delicate and graceful style?" Zhao Yunlong asked casually. However, his gaze was fixed on Li Yang, putting considerable pressure on him.
Chapter 245: A Face Full of Water
Li Yang cursed under his breath. "You're not happy with my answer about the bold and unrestrained style or the delicate and refined style? Damn it! Aren't you making things difficult for me? How despicable!"
Li Yang pondered for a moment, then began to rummage through the vast archives in his mind before speaking: "While the graceful school is refined and subtle, it is often affected and melodramatic. On the other hand, the bold school seems too stiff. It's enjoyable and exciting to read at first, but it gets tiresome after a while!"
"So what do you like?" Zhao Lihua was getting anxious after listening to Li Yang ramble on for so long without saying anything.
Li Yang glanced up at Zhao Yunlong and thought, "Damn it, you just wait and see how I make a fool of myself. Listen up."
Li Yang then said, "I like the occasional delicate works of bold and unrestrained poets, like Su Shi's 'Ten years have passed, life and death are separated by a vast distance, I don't think about it, but I can't forget it'; Xin Qiji's 'I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd, but he was there where the lights were dim'; and Chairman Mao's 'The whistle of the steamer has broken my heart, from now on I will be a lonely traveler to the ends of the earth.' It is the occasional sadness revealed by these great men that makes it seem more real and profound, and more touching!"
Upon hearing Li Yang's words, Zhao Lihua was stunned, looking somewhat dumbfounded. Clearly, Li Yang's words had provoked her, repeatedly opening a new door for her, revealing a whole new world.
"Hahaha... Good, well said!" Zhao Yunlong suddenly burst into laughter, clearly in high spirits.
Li Yang's words struck a chord with him. He was the kind of man who considered himself a strong man, but he would occasionally reveal his deep longing for his deceased wife. He had remained unmarried all these years, not only because of Zhao Lihua, but also because he was indeed a devoted man who did not want to remarry and could not forget his deceased wife.
I wholeheartedly agree with Li Yang's words. His favorite poem is Su Shi's "Ten years have passed, and we are separated by life and death," which perfectly reflects his own situation.
Damn, my daughter has such good taste, finding such a perfect son-in-law. As for his gangster and womanizing ways, even though I'm a sentimental man, I still know a lot about men's dicks. If it weren't for the fact that he's always looking at your mother's picture and doing *that*, I wouldn't be able to resist!
"Alright, you guys have fun. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now." Zhao Yunlong got up and left the study. He had indeed made a special trip to meet with Li Yang today. As the head of the public security bureau in a first-class metropolis like Jiangdong City, he had endless things to deal with every day!
As soon as Zhao Yunlong stepped out of the study and closed the door, Zhao Lihua suddenly threw herself into Li Yang's arms, hugging his neck and pressing her cherry lips to his.
Li Yang lowered his head and took her in his mouth, their bodies entwined. One hand pressed down on the volleyball and began to knead it, while the other hand slipped through her belt, brushing against her smooth, limp buttocks and reaching down below.
Hmm...
Just as he had expected, she had already fallen in love.
Splash...
They pushed the things on the sofa in the study to the ground. Zhao Lihua, her face flushed and breathing heavily, lay on it, her snow-white buttocks raised high, while Li Yang, looking refreshed and triumphant, thrust hard from behind.
Snap snap snap...
Strange sounds echoed in the study, sparking the imagination. If it weren't for the excellent soundproofing of the study, the busy nanny outside would surely be in dire straits.
A fierce battle, sudden and exhilarating.
The room was warm and cozy, so soon after the fierce battle began, sweat appeared on the two of them, and the floor was quickly soaked.
whoosh whoosh whoosh...
"Ah...don't do it anymore, I'm exhausted, I can't take it anymore..." Zhao Lihua pleaded in a soft voice.
Li Yang returned to camp, having already won three times, but he was still as strong as ever. Zhao Lihua, on the other hand, lay limp on the sofa, her beautiful body displayed in exquisite detail before Li Yang.
Li Yang was enjoying the sight of this beautiful body that belonged to him, pressing himself on top of her and letting her relieve him in other ways.
...
Li Yang left the Zhao family alone. After watching the nanny go down to buy groceries with his X-ray vision, he carried the naked Zhao Lihua back to her bedroom. After another passionate encounter on her boudoir bed, Li Yang sneaked back to his study to clean up the mess. With his extraordinary memory, he restored everything to its original state.
Even a highly skilled counter-surveillance expert like Zhao Yunlong couldn't detect anything amiss, but the lingering scent of spring couldn't be dispelled. He could only let the breeze outside the window gradually carry it away.
After taking a shower in Zhao Lihua's bathroom, Li Yang hummed a tune and left the Zhao family feeling refreshed.
Li Yang arrived early in the morning and unknowingly spent the entire day at the Zhao family's house, which shows how captivating the things he and Zhao Lihua did were.
But as soon as Li Yang stepped out of the stairwell of the Zhao family's apartment building, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his testicles, as his head was suddenly soaked by the rain.
He quickly dodged back. Damn it, getting a little rained on is fine, but if it messes up his brain, that would be a huge loss!
"Damn it, why is it raining all of a sudden? We're not short of rain or suffering from drought here. Why don't you give the rain to those drought-stricken areas instead, you old bastard?" Li Yang looked up and raised his middle finger.
Finally, having no other choice, I braved the rain and left the apartment, heading straight for the entrance of the complex, hoping to hail a taxi right there!