Chapter 21 - The Person Who can Cure a Cultured Youth is Another Cultured Youth (1/2)

The poem was done reciting.

After seeing that the female university student did not answer for a long while, he carried on, “This poem is called, “The Furthest Distance in the World” and is also called, “The Flying Bird and Fish”. Today I’m giving it you. Is Beijing and New York very far? I do not think so at all. You can still meet again, you can know each other again, you can fall in love again and can be together once again. Are you going to be defeated by this trivial geographical distance? Then your feelings isn’t anything worth mentioning. Lady, don’t use distance as an excuse. Do not use distance to avoid reality. In my opinion, the distance between you isn’t far. Think of the flying bird and think of the small fish. If you are stubborn and insist on being self-righteous, then I will not say another word if you were to slash down with the blade!”

There was complete silence on the other side of the line.

Following that, the sound of a girl sobbing could be heard, “Flying bird…and fish…*sob*…Flying bird…and fish…”

Upon hearing the sobbing, everyone in the broadcasting room were excited. Previously, she had appeared too calm, but now she had cried? This meant she was moved!

The female university student said while sobbing, “Teacher, then…what…should I do?”

Zhang Ye gave a thought, “I do not know what you should do either. This is your path, so you will need to find your own path.”

“But…*sob*…I don’t know how to walk down the path…” The female university student pleaded for help.

Zhao Guozhou, who was behind the gla.s.s, gave Zhang Ye an exaggerated gesture! The other Literature Channel staff were also secretly worried. Why can’t you tell her what to do and save her? What do you mean, “You should find your own path?” What if she wanted to end her path there and then?

w.a.n.g Xiaomei kicked Zhang Ye in the s.h.i.+n.

However, it was as if Zhang Ye did not feel it.

The female university student cried, “Teacher, you tell me…what I should do…I trust you…*sob*…I can’t sleep every day…What should I do…Everyday…I’m groggy…at night…I can’t see any future…”

With her crying, Zhang Ye became calm, “Lady, I do not have the right or the way to help you decide your own path. Even if we tell you, you might not listen to it. You need to think it through carefully. Let me give you another poem. I hope it can enlighten you somewhat.”

Another poem?

The people outside held their breaths again.

Zhang Ye said deeply, “The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light.”

Again, this poem did not exist in this world, but it was famous in Zhang Ye’s world. It was Gu Cheng‘s “A Generation”. The entire poem only had those two verses. It was very short, but it contained within it a lot of energy. It was difficult to dissect and a.n.a.lyze the meanings within the poem. It could only be said that different people would have different insights. Zhang Ye gave her this poem, hoping she would be enlightened. At least, when Zhang Ye was previously lost, this poem had accompanied him for a long period of time.

“The dark night…gave me black eyes, but I use…them to seek the light.” The female university student repeated it again and slowly stopped crying.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

The female university student suddenly spoke, “Teacher Zhang Ye, thank you. I think I know what I should do. I will wait for him. I also want to wait for him. Regardless of the final outcome, I will not try to commit suicide again. Thank you. Your two poems… I will remember them for life!”

Zhang Ye said, “I wish you happiness. I also believe a good lady like you will be happy.”

The netizen listeners in front of their computer screens started sending in messages in an explosive manner, breaking all historical records. No number of refreshes were enough to show all of them!

“Heavens!”

“Teacher Zhang is too good!”

“Right, this is the first time I’m seeing a broadcast host who can speak so well!”

“’The Furthest Distance in the World’? This poem has too much feeling!”

“I think the later poem was the best. The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light. It’s a superb poem, a superb poem for the ages!”