At this time, on the Internet, netizens, artists in the circle, and the media were all confused.

So many poets and writers, one more famous than the other, all ran to praise "Song of Long Hatred".

What happened?

Who am I?

Where am I now?

A lot of people are just stupid.

The love-hate relationship between the literary world and the entertainment industry can be said to have a long and deep history.

No matter how wealthy people in the literary world are, they have reason to hate the entertainment industry.

Science is the primary productive force, and writing is the foundation and core of the freedom of the human soul.

The literati all believed that without the knowledge and culture carried by writing, human civilization could not continue and evolve, and society could not progress.

Science is also created by the soul.

Only a country that pays attention to education and the work of the soul can develop.

Daewoo does exactly that, and many countries do the same.

But no matter how much a scientist or soul worker has made a great contribution to mankind, even if he dies, the social attention he has aroused is not as great as that of a third-rate artist who breaks through the skin when he works.

How many of those who sacrificed oil for the motherland, opened up new railways for the motherland, died on the job in the Gobi Desert, in the barren mountains and mountains, and were unfortunately killed while working, how many of them can be in the news, can be praised by the media, and praised by the people?

It is said that there is no distinction between high and low work, everyone is equal, but in fact, it can never be equal.

People will not be grateful to those who allow them to travel to distant places by high-speed rail and feel the poetry of distant places, nor will they be grateful to those who allow them to take buses and drive private cars to wherever they want to go.

But they are willing to pay a lot of money for those who don't know themselves at all, who have little material help for them.

Not only that, but people also felt that the workers were sweaty, stinky, sloppy, ugly, and disgusting.

"How can these four fat four?" Tan Yong asked in the WeChat group of the Pingyang Wang family.

"Cousin, why are so many literati coming out en masse to cheer you on?" Thomas also took the lead.

"Cousin, have you become the boss of the National Writers Association?"

Ning Yunchong had just taught a young girl to grow up, and then drove the other party away, and when he saw the hot search on the Internet, he was also confused.

These days, Wang Zi'an is really about to be whitewashed.

Almost all the artists on the Internet have come forward to wash him, and it is difficult for him to think about it in vain.

And the urine of the media, everyone knows, whatever is hot, it blows.

For the sake of traffic, they just scolded this artist scumbag yesterday, and today they can lick this artist's feet.

The whole network is whitewashing Wang Zi'an, it's not just a day or two, Wang Zi'an is not black, how can he not be whitewashed.

As long as you go online, no matter which webpage you open or which forum community you enter, you can see the news about Wang Zi'an's whitewashing.

Even if you don't have access to the Internet today, you can go to it tomorrow.

If you don't go tomorrow, you can do it in the next few days.

I haven't been able to go on for a few days, and I have friends around me.

Chat with friends, such a big news, friends will also talk about it.

If you don't say it, you can only know it for the time being.

As long as Wang Zi'an doesn't make a move, he will only get whiter and whiter.

"Damn, these writers with holes in their heads are crazy. Zhang Hongdou was still thinking that the prince was washing and washing, and it was dark again.

As a result, another person came to wash him.

How dark is this?

"Haha, let me tell you, I had a quarrel with King Pingyang last year, and people scolded me. Rapper Mu Tong was grilling beer skewers with friends, drinking in large bowls, and bragging.

After "Chinese Words" came out, Mu Tong didn't have the heart to compete with Wang Zi'an anymore.

That's rap, that's rap.

What did you say?

Meat jokes!

"Is this guy in the Writers' Association? or is it national!" Jiang Ling was surprised, the man who used to be meticulous and pervasive to her was so powerful?

This scumbag, a snake, drills when he sees a hole.

In fact, not only people in the entertainment industry are confused, but even now, poets and writers in the literary world are also confused.

The people of the provincial and municipal writers' associations received an urgent task and held a meeting tomorrow to convey the spirit of the imperial capital meeting.

Before that, we must first study and study the "Song of Long Hatred".

Some writers' associations even require their members to comment on "Song of Long Hatred".

Why?

The person who was asked to review didn't understand.

But if you don't understand, you can't help but comment, right?

Anyway, I didn't ask for the word count, I asked for this and that.

Simple!

In terms of interpretation, we literati are ancestors, and those netizens are a fart.

In a pool of stagnant water, we can sing the praises of truth, goodness and beauty, and the great love of the world.

A firework, we can expose the ugliness of the world, the blood behind it.

In short, whatever you want, we can meet it.

In the Binh Duong royal family group.

"I didn't join the writers' association, and I didn't know those writers and poets, and I wanted to ask who of you secretly helped me bring in such a large group of helpers. Wang Zi'an replied to everyone's message.

"I thought, but I either don't know those people, or I don't have a relationship, please don't move. "Huang Tingfei, who has been diving for 10,000 years, appeared.

"I also want to get to know those literati. Holland sent a message.

"I know half a wandering poet, haha. Song Qianqian sent a message.

Soon, she asked again: "Cousin, how long have you been in the imperial capital, have you been free?" I invite you to dinner, don't be busy, give me a chance, I want to repay you." ”

"Ah, did my cousin really move to the imperial capital?" asked Payne.

"Roar, there will be more opportunities to see my cousin in the future, although Pingyang's hometown is good, but the traffic is too inconvenient. Harry let out a growling expression.

Wang Zi'an sent a message and replied uniformly: "I just came to the imperial capital, there are a lot of things to do, I really haven't been free recently, wait for a few days, who will gather together in the imperial capital when I am free." ”

The crowd burst into cheers.

Li Xiaoli appeared: "Cousin, we will go back tomorrow, and we will bring you gifts." ”

"Cousin, do you also live in Pingxiang's apartment?" asked Li Zhenxian.

Before Wang Zi'an could answer, Fairy Liu replied to Li Zhenxian: "That's right, my cousin's room is the best, the largest and brightest, and Pingxiang lived in it before." ”

"Well, it's my room, I can only live with Sansan, and when I'm not there, Sansan is not there, and no one is allowed to live there. "Flat incense flowing cherry blossoms are bubbling.

Song Qianqian was stunned when she saw the information about Pingxiang Liuying, what do you mean?

Sansan and Xiangliu Sakura live together?

Or is it blatant?

She knows the liveliness of Pingxiang Liuying's apartment, the descendants of the Pingyang Wang family all live in it, and the other six in Girls' Generation occasionally live.

Fairy Liu was a little depressed, there were seven rooms in Pingxiang's apartment, and if everyone was there, there would be no place for her to live.

Prince An, Hiraka Ryuzakura, Aragaki Yui, Li Kexin, Ivanka, five people in one room, adding up to five, the remaining two, basically the other six people in Girls' Generation squeezed into sleep.

All the staff are at home, and it is not easy for Fairy Liu to live here.

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