Fang Hao has also watched similar reality shows, and probably understands what is going on.

There are not many such programs, whether they can be popular or not, in addition to the professional ability of the program production team, also depends on whether the invited guests are popular enough.

So he asked curiously: "Which traffic stars are invited?"

Shan Rou shook her head: "I don't know the specifics, and the company doesn't know either, the program team means confidentiality, and every guest is kept secret." It seems that the first issue is going to shoot that kind of mystery. ”

Although Fang Hao wanted to know which star it was, when he heard this, he could only forget it.

He asked, "In what capacity did I come to that show?"

"Didn't you publish a book? So you're a writer," Shan Judo, "and if you don't think that's enough, you can add another poet." Forget about modeling, you're not a professional model, and it's not a forced label. ”

"Poet?" Fang Hao couldn't help laughing, "I can't write poetry, where can I get a poet's label?"

Shan Rou glanced at him in surprise: "Are there still people in this world who can't write poems? If you use the enter key a few times to make a paragraph, isn't that a poem? Could it be that the enter key in your phone is broken?"

Fang Hao Khan: "Is it so easy?"

"Isn't it so easy to write poetry?" Shan Judo, "just those thousands of Chinese characters, if you don't write like that, can you still write flowers?"

She has a certain say in writing poetry.

When she was a campus girl, she had a dream of being a poet, and she once wrote some immature poems on the school's blackboard newspaper, and even won her the title of a talented girl.

At that time, she even had her crush, and she was also a campus poet, although she looked lewd, but people could write poems, and she could write a few poems casually.

Compared with that campus poet, what seven steps to become a poem are not worth mentioning at all.

When her experience was a little richer, she realized that those so-called poems, including her own and those of the campus poet, were nothing more than dividing a paragraph into many paragraphs.

There is no value.

Years later, she found a former notebook in her hometown, full of poems.

After reading a few pages, she couldn't resist the urge in her heart and burned the notebook.

It's a shame.

After marrying Tang Yan, barely mixed into the upper class, and I have also seen some famous poets, I really didn't see a trace of the poetry she imagined when she was young from them, she only saw greasy, humble and even obscene.

In her heart, there really is no respect for contemporary poetry.

In her opinion, the so-called poets in this society are nine times out of ten who are fame-seeking, and they have no other literary talents except for being good at using the enter key.

When her daughter was young, she never let her daughter read contemporary poetry, and only taught some Tang poetry and Song lyrics.

The main thing is that I am afraid of bringing bad children.

Fang Hao didn't know much about this aspect, and only felt that it seemed to be a very high title.

Although Shan Rou said it was very sure, he still couldn't believe it, and felt that it was not that simple.

He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Liu Qing: "Ask you something, do you know how to use the enter key to write poems?"

"It's not. ”

Liu Qing quickly replied with these two words.

Fang Hao looked at it - sure enough, I knew that writing poetry was not such a simple thing.

It's that simple, isn't everyone a poet?

Just thinking about it, Liu Qing sent another sentence:

"You have to learn how to type. ”

Fang Hao was stunned: "That's it, don't you have any other requirements?"

Liu Qing: "Isn't it enough to be able to type and use the enter key?

Fang Hao understood, it seems that writing poetry is really simple.

said to Shan Rou: "Then add another poet label." ”

But he was curious: "If it is so easy to write poetry, can anyone claim to be a poet?"

Shan Rou glanced at him: "Don't worry, ordinary adults have faces, and they won't call themselves poets." You don't have many competitors in this regard. ”

"But in this case, there is nothing compelled about this label, right?" Fang Hao said.

Shan Rou smiled: "But your target group is not adults, and in the minds of minors, poetry still has a certain sacredness." ”

Fang Hao thought about the fan meeting last year, and they were basically teenage middle school students.

So I was completely relieved.

The label of poet, he decided to take.

However, he still refuted Shan Rou: "Actually, there are some adults among my fans. ”

"But they're not the main force," Shan Rou glanced at him with a smile, "And the adult world is relatively pure, there aren't so many messy things, and I like you not because of anything else, it's just that I just covet your body." Only those minors who are ignorant of the world like to weave their own dreams, eager to gather all the advantages of the world in one person, and create an idol that can only be worshipped. A mature and normal adult would not have such thoughts. ”

After saying this, she also asked Ye Wenwen in the back seat:

"Wenwen, do you think this is the reason?"

Ye Wenwen nodded with a smile: "Sister Rou is right. ”

Didn't she herself be with Fang Hao's body, and even accepted that Fang Hao had other women in order to be able to stay next to this body.

For her, Fang Hao does not have any idol halo, nor does she have any personality to speak of, she is a beautiful man in a prosperous world.

It is enough to have this.

Even if Fang Hao's behavior was a very standard scumbag behavior, she didn't care.

If you don't have those requirements, you don't have to lose.

"What kind of benefits can I bring if I get such an extra label?" Fang Hao asked again.

"Of course there are benefits," Shan Judo, "in the minds of those minors, you have an advantage other than being handsome, that is, from the little fresh meat you like to the idol you worship, it will become their spiritual belief." They are your followers, willing to sacrifice everything you have whenever you need them. Think about it, what a rich leek garden it must be?"

Fang Hao shuddered: "Sister Rou, when you say that, I feel like this is an oblique sect." ”

Shan Rou laughed: "Idolatry, it's not oblique religion, what do you think you're doing?"

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