My childhood sweetheart, who was reborn with me, ended up as a loser.

Chapter 60 A Perfect Curtain Call

"Hey, why is it speaking Mandarin?"

"Yeah, why not speak Cantonese?"

"What's going on?"

At this moment, the reactions of countless viewers watching television were similar to those of the local residents.

Therefore, the ratings dropped sharply by several percentage points as soon as the interview began.

However, the impact is not significant. Apart from the older generation, most people can understand Mandarin even if they don't speak it.

It just lacks a bit of warmth.

The host asked the first few questions in a standard manner. After the interview aired, the already declining ratings dropped by several percentage points, falling below the 20 mark.

Until the host asked him who his favorite poet was?

Facing the camera, Xu Qingfan stated unequivocally, "My favorite poet is only one, and that is Chairman Mao!"

The neighbors immediately sat up straight, and the whispering stopped.

If we were to find a common thread among the four generations born in the 40s, 50s, 60s, and 70s, then admiration and respect for great figures would definitely be among them.

This affection is not superficial, but comes from the heart.

He doesn't usually say or do anything; at most, he'll remember to buy a new poster of a great man when he goes to the market, since the poster of that great man hanging in his living room is old.

But if they happen to hear news about a great person, they will definitely stop and listen carefully!

Just like this moment.

The viewership ratings, which had just fallen below 20%, surged to 25% like a bull market surge when Xu Qingfan said that his favorite poet was a great man.

As Xu Qingfan began to explain the reason, the show's ratings continued to climb.

In this era where getting into university can change one's destiny, the vast majority of people in China have an education level that is limited to junior high school or even primary school.

So when the audience heard Xu Qingfan criticize Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Shi, and Xin Qiji, saying that their poems were spineless and that they were always bystanders in history, they were truly drawn in.

These rich kids are just like that. If you really made them do farm work for a few days, they'd fall asleep standing up. Where would they get the energy to write poetry?

Then Xu Qingfan changed the subject.

"But Chairman Mao was different. He was the only person in the five thousand years of Chinese history who both wrote poetry and rewrote history."

"Chairman Mao's poems were not written, but created through action!"

"He wrote, 'Who will determine the fate of this vast land?' And then we learned that in just twenty-eight years, Chairman Mao gave the answer: 'The wheat has ripened thousands of times, but for the first time, it's 'Long live the people!'"

"He wrote about a million men crossing the Yangtze River, and that really meant a million people crossing the Yangtze River under his command!"

Many people know that Chairman Mao was a great military strategist, tactician, and proletarian revolutionary. However, his equally great poetic talent is rarely mentioned in the face of these brilliance.

Xu Qingfan was doing just that at that moment, telling everyone, "Hey, don't forget, Chairman Mao is also the greatest poet in the five thousand years of Chinese history!"

Xu Qingfan was passionate in front of the camera, and the audience watching on television were equally moved by his speech.

"Many people say that Chairman Mao's poems are not refined enough, not subtle enough, and not sophisticated enough, but I want to say that the poems and poets you admire lack vision!"

"Su Shi stood at the foot of the Red Cliff, so he could only write about life being like a dream; Chairman Mao stood at the turning point of history, so he could write about how ten thousand years is too long, and how to seize the day!"

"Du Fu stood in his thatched hut, so he could only write, 'My humble abode is broken, and I may freeze to death, but I am content.' Chairman Mao stood among the people, so he could write, 'With lofty aspirations, we dare to sacrifice ourselves and change the world!'"

"Li Bai stood outside Chang'an, so he could only write 'I can't cut the water with my sword,' but the water flows on; Chairman Mao stood on Tiananmen Square, so he could write 'The Chinese people have stood up!'"

"The ancients wrote poems for scholars, for emperors, for history; Chairman Mao wrote poems for soldiers, for peasants, for all those overlooked by history!"

No one questioned whether it was reasonable for a seven-year-old to say such a thing, because everyone was stunned by the shock.

I don't know why, but a sense of pride welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Perhaps it's because Chairman Mao said, "You are the sun at eight or nine in the morning. The world belongs to you, and also to us, but in the final analysis, it belongs to you!"

"Chairman Mao used his many fine poems to record the birth of a new China. There has never been a poet like him before, and there will never be again!"

Xu Qingfan on TV let out a deep breath, and the viewers in front of the TV also let out a long breath.

"Xiao Fan's words are excellent! He quoted so many classics; I never knew great poets could be so talented!"

"I'm sweating bullets just listening to this! Don't block the fan, you idiot!"

No one in the neighborhood questioned why Xu Qingfan was so outstanding. After all, the news was full of stories about child prodigies, so why couldn't our Xiaofan be a child prodigy too?

The prodigy craze of the millennium provided Xu Qingfan with an excellent boost to his fame.

Didn't you see that Xia Xiaoxiao doesn't bother with him about traces anymore? All she thinks about all day is coming up with a mathematical conjecture in second grade and scaring them to death!

"I never knew Xiao Fan had such insight; you've taught us all a lesson!"

"Because my grandfather was a soldier, and my maternal grandfather and uncle were also soldiers."

Xu Qingfan had already mentioned in yesterday's interview that his grandfather was a martyr soldier, and now even his maternal grandfather and uncle are soldiers, so it is not surprising that he could say what he just said.

He doesn't need to explain why he has such insight; the audience will naturally fill in the blanks.

"Wow, so Xiao Fan comes from a military family. No wonder he can say such righteous things!"

After listening to the passionate speeches, the audience found the simple and warm conversation between the two quite enjoyable, rather than boring.

The interview was quickly coming to an end, and Xu Qingfan was going to write a poem on the spot!

The neighbors couldn't help but straighten their backs and look forward to it. Yesterday's "Where Has the Time Gone?" was already amazing enough. They wondered what kind of poem he would write today.

This time, the camera didn't focus on the host, but instead kept lingering on the draft paper and Xu Qingfan's hand as he wrote.

"The waterfall's water flows upstream."

"Dandelion seeds drifted back from afar, gathering into the shape of an umbrella."

"The sun rises in the west and sets in the east."

After reading only the first three paragraphs, the audience was full of questions: What is this all about?

"Xiao Fan, what are you writing? How can the sun possibly rise in the west!"

"Yes, what does it mean that the waterfall's water flows upstream?"

The neighbors present immediately asked him the question.

Xu Qingfan remained silent, pretending to be an expert, and watched the TV intently.

"The bullet returned to the chamber."

"Athletes are back at the starting line."

"I handed back my acceptance letter, forgetting ten years of hard work."

Three more lines of text appeared on the draft paper, and some viewers realized that it was about time travel.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Please sign your name on my test paper.

"Turn off the TV and help me put on my backpack."

After writing three more lines, the neighbors present fell silent. Even those who hadn't fully understood the poem's meaning were deeply moved by these lines.

All the mysteries were instantly solved when Xu Qingfan wrote the last line.

"You're still by my side."

The host's eyes welled up with tears after reading the last six words, and countless viewers watching on television were also deeply moved by them.

You're still by my side, you're still by my side!

"My grandfather passed away when my father was very young. My grandmother raised my father. She also passed away two years ago. This poem was written for my father and my grandmother."

"The poem is called 'You Are Still By My Side.' If there really is a heaven in this world, I hope Grandma can see it from there."

Thus, the image of a filial, talented, and Mao Zedong-loving child was fully presented to the audience.

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