"Look at how dead he is. www.biquge.info "Wang Peng pursed his lips and pinched his throat, "Also, I was shortlisted for a competition, just like the melon-eating contest in our community." ”

Lin Haven was amused by him, "I said Wang Peng, don't paint either, just say cross talk." ”

The swishing appearance of this cheap bar is still somewhat similar to the famous young cross talk actor in Lin Haiwen's original world.

"What poems did you write? and you were shortlisted for the Youth Art Competition?" Sun Wei couldn't help it, and he also mentioned it a few days ago, saying that he still wrote poems or something, and everyone thought he was writing and playing, similar to "Ah, last night's star, it's your eyes, ah, your eyes, when can there be me, like the bright star shining through me, let me wander in your eyes, in the light of love" and other student love poems.

"Brother Haiwen, you are so good at writing poetry. "The head of the ball, called Zhan Lele, has almost become Lin Haiwen's fan sister now, holding his chin with his fists with both hands at every turn, looking at him in a daze.

Lin Haven smiled and didn't speak.

A few people waited and waited, but they couldn't wait for him to speak.

"You're waiting for me to help you say it, right?" Xie Jun couldn't hold back, "Hey, why should I help you say it." ”

"How embarrassing it is to brag to yourself. Lin Haven sat back next to Little Lori, and her arm was quickly caught by her.

Xie Jun sighed resignedly, and began to give them popular science, what poems Lin Haiwen wrote, and posted it on "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi", what a bullish magazine "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi" is, and then who wrote a poetry review for him, how scary the names of these people are, Beijing University, Renmin University, Xijing University, CCTV...... Say one, everyone shakes, say one, everyone shakes again.

"Alright, I'm done bragging for you. Come and help me see the paintings. ”

Lin Haven floated in front of a group of stunned people who had "never seen the world".

The list of nominees came out at 11 o'clock in the morning, Lin Haiwen received a call at 12 o'clock in the afternoon, and Lan Ercheng of Xihe University received a call at 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

After lying down for a month, Lan Ercheng recovered, there was no problem at all, he was a person who was afraid of death, he went to four or five hospitals, heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, fur, brain, facial features, limbs and twenty claws, and checked it thoroughly - except for a little problem with the prostate, nothing else was found. I scared myself for a few days, and found that I could eat and sleep, so I relaxed a little and went back to school.

He knew that he was on the shortlist today, and as a "famous" poet who had won an award, he should have had a special phone number before the email came, so he scratched his ears and scratched his heart all day, and he was in no mood to do anything.

"Hey, Mr. Lan, that Lin Haven is on Weibo, don't you reply to him?" Teacher Cang in the same office usually doesn't like Lan Ercheng, after all, Lan Ercheng can also be called a young and promising, so he deliberately said so.

Lan Ercheng's face tightened, as a person whose measurement was not so big, he didn't forget Lin Haven. After putting down the idea of "I'm going to die, I'm dying", he immediately appeared on Weibo, of course, hundreds of comments, thousands, all made him excited, quite a feeling of "brother is not in the rivers and lakes, and there is a legend of brother in the rivers and lakes".

It's cool.

When he clicked in slowly, his face turned from ruddy to iron-blue.

Naturally, Lin Haiwen's song "Mistake" and "Acacia", every word turned into a palm of God, and a palm and a palm were on his face.

As a professional, his appreciation of modern poetry is of a high standard, and he can see that the poem "Error" is much better than his "Sigui" without the corroboration of others or the poetry criticism of authoritative figures.

Since that day, he has not logged on to Weibo, and Quan Dang is still sick.

"A child who has not dried up and doesn't know how thick the sky is, what am I doing with him?" Lan Ercheng reluctantly said, worried that his colleagues would expose him. The mobile phone rang at this time, and it was like hearing a holy voice, "I'll answer the phone." ”

He picked it up so quickly that the staff over there didn't react at once.

"Hey, hey, hey?"

"Ah, hello, is this Mr. Lan Ercheng?"

"Yes, yes. ”

"I'm here for the Organizing Committee of the National Youth Literary and Art Works Competition, and I want to-" The staff member is a girl, who should be a volunteer student of the co-organizer Beijing University, who was ready to talk about things step by step, but was almost scared and threw away the microphone.

Lan Ercheng's face was happy, and he raised two octaves and repeated, "It's the whole country, youth, literature and art, works, and competitions...... The organizing committee?"

Are you sick?

"Yes, I would like to inform you that your work "Night" has been shortlisted for this competition. The awards ceremony will be held on January 6 at the Beijing City Hall, can you attend?"

"Yes, no problem. ”

"Okay, then the follow-up, please operate according to the email sent to you by the official mailbox, goodbye. ”

Hung up! quickly.

Lan Ercheng's face trembled, maintained his smile, and began to show his acting skills: "Okay, thank you for your congratulations, no, no, it's just a fluke, well, there are a lot of very powerful author friends who should be shortlisted, this time it may be not very lucky." I believe that there will be a chance next year, no, no, no, I can't say that I am better than them, I just suddenly burst out at that moment to write the poem "Night", which is very lucky. Hahaha, thanks for the compliment. Okay, okay, see you then, sign and take pictures? No problem, yes, I'll cooperate, yes, okay, goodbye. ”

"Yo, Mr. Lan has another work shortlisted?" "There are many teachers who are willing to make good connections, not to mention anything else, Lan Ercheng's recommendation is sometimes helpful for them to post articles.

"It's not the first time in the Youth Art Competition. Lan Ercheng glanced at Teacher Cang, who had stabbed him just now, "The Qingyi Competition is the most authoritative, what's the use of talking on Weibo or something?"

Shortlisted for the third time and won an award once, Lan Ercheng's bullish spirit also made the office quiet.

Teacher Cang scolded him a hundred times in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't scold him, so he could only think in his heart, thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking that it shouldn't be a lie. Although he himself thought it was unlikely, he still went to the official website of the tournament and waited for a few minutes.

In the third prize column, among the 54 nominated works, I saw Lan Ercheng's "Night", and I felt depressed.

Scrolling down, 27 songs were nominated for the second prize and 12 songs were nominated for the first prize.

Hey?

"Hahahahaha. ”

"Mr. Cang, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, oh, I'm happy for Teacher Lan," Teacher Cang looked radiant, "How rare it is to have a talent in our office, I can't be happy." Hey, you guys go to that official website, give Mr. Lan that, comment, come on. ”

As soon as he said this, it would be impossible for everyone not to go, although no one wanted to cheer for colleagues in their hearts.

Lan Ercheng felt that Teacher Cang was not so annoying when he looked at it.

Teacher Cang instructed everyone very enthusiastically, "Click here, modern poetry, hey, yes, yes, here, here, the list of nominees for the third prize, see it." Here's the second and first prize, take a look, study and study -- hey, whose "Error" is it? Ah, it's Lin Haven?"

How deliberate, how deliberate! This acting skill is a little worse than Lan Ercheng.