The sudden sound made the students at the scene fall silent, and then everyone looked there. A boy dressed in a gorgeous dress walked over with a well-dressed girl. Ye Zheng saw Sun Yang's face quickly become ugly. The two of them, the girl didn't seem to want to come, so she pulled the boy's clothes and wanted to leave, but the boy grabbed her waist and brought her over.

"Qian Xinwei, what do you mean?" Sun Yang said with an unkind face, but Ye Zheng noticed that his gaze all fell on the girl beside Qian Xinwei, and his eyes flashed with annoyance. Qian Xinwei laughed and said with disdain: "Isn't my meaning obvious? Sun Yang, if you are bored on the weekend, you can find a place where no one is there to study your poems, don't be embarrassed in this public, okay? Invite others to your poetry club, do you want others to become self-righteous neurotics like you? Jiaojiao, are you right?"

The girl Qian Xinwei was holding looked a little embarrassed, and looked at Sun Yang without words. "Jiaojiao?" Qian Xinwei saw that the girl didn't speak, but he frowned and aggravated his tone. Hearing Qian Xinwei's voice, Jiaojiao was obviously a little frightened, and nodded: "Well, yes." "Haha......" Qian Xinwei smiled happily, hugged the girl hard, hugged her in her arms and kissed her on the face, and looked at Sun Yang defiantly: "Sun Yang, did you hear that? Even my baby Jiaojiao said the same!"

"Don't deceive people too much!" Sun Yang's face turned red, obviously extremely angry, the veins on his face burst out, and his two hands were clenched into fists. "Did we bully you?" Qian Xinwei looked innocent, and suddenly became embarrassed: "Ouch, I'm sorry I forgot, Jiaojiao used to be your girlfriend! Tsk, how do you understand a woman's mind? Do you know what a woman likes the most? It's not that you treat her as an unstained holy thing, but money and flirtation. Yesterday I bought her a set of clothes and a bag for 20,000 yuan, and then do you know where we spent the night......?

As he spoke, Qian Xinwei stretched out his hand and pinched Jiaojiao's face, but his eyes kept looking at Sun Yang defiantly. "Bastard!" Sun Yang roared, clenching his fists and about to rush down. A hand reached over and firmly grasped his shoulder, and Sun Yang struggled hard, but did not break away. He turned around and yelled: "Don't stop me!" "Is it worth it?" Ye Zheng asked him softly: "Are you worth it for such a person and such a woman?"

"I don't care!" Sun Yang rushed up angrily and wanted to break Ye Zheng's hand, Ye Zheng glared, grabbed Sun Yang's arm with his hand, and pressed him firmly there. The little things he learned in the martial arts hall in his previous life haven't been lost, and Ye Zheng feels quite relieved. Sun Yang was firmly grasped there by him, unable to move, at this time the beautiful staff member spoke: "This classmate, please don't disturb our activities!" She looked at Qian Xinwei's eyes full of disgust, in fact, not only him, almost everyone present did not look at him with good eyes.

"Which green onion are you?" Qian Xinwei pointed the finger at the staff and sneered: "You look okay, but your body is too bad, buddy, I'm not interested...... Also, I said that you can also do something interesting to do activities? Three-line love poems? bullshit! A milk seller also pretends to be literary and artistic!" "Classmates, please pay attention to your words!" The three staff members all stood up and looked at Qian Xinwei with unkind faces. Qian Xinwei shrugged absently: "Okay, I just don't swear." But I have to say that you guys are really a bunch of people with a problem in their brains! Poetry? There are still people who write poetry these days? Jokes! Let me tell you, this is an age when poetry is dead, and people who write poetry today are a bunch of self-righteous idiots and narcissism. I thought that a few sentences were very emotional and meaningful, but in fact, it was just a combination of splitting and re-rehearsing the article. Elementary school student essay, take a sentence here and spell a sentence there, I can also make a poem, believe it or not? And you are doing a game of three-line love poems here, which is really ridiculous, and what is even more ridiculous is that there is a group of people who think this is a very beautiful thing, ridiculous!"

"Poetry is by no means a cheap consumer product, nor is it by no means a small game that does not have any purpose value!" Sun Yang retorted loudly: "It is a literary form that is closest to people's hearts and has the most spiritual quality, and it is a literary form that expresses the most sincere emotions in people's hearts with just a few words!" "Oh, is it?" Qian Xinwei said with a smile: "Then you tell me that the three-line love poems made in this activity are all the true feelings of the students? These complaining sentences are written by complaining people, and the people who write these happy sentences are happy?"

"This ......" Sun Yang didn't know what to say. Qian Xinwei sneered again: "Students, it's not that I am against poetry as a literary form, what I dislike is only people who write poetry now and really take themselves seriously." From the twenties and thirties of the last century to the eighties, many brilliant pearls were born in the Chinese poetry circle, and I also liked the works of these predecessors very much, and I also respected them very much! But it is precisely because I respect them that I do not want to see the current poetry world become like this. I don't want to see an idiot like Sun Yang, holding some idiotic things and shouting all day long about reviving poetry!"

"Idiot!" he repeated, then looked at Sun Yang and said, "Sun Yang, do you think that poetry can be revitalized if you want to? Poetry is a lonely craft, and if you look at how many masterpieces in the history of poetry were written in a state of extreme loneliness and closure by poets, you will know that poetry is by no means an object to be sold loudly in the farmer's market! And they use poetry here to promote their products, don't you think this is a stain on your sacred poetry? The most spiritual thing? Is it breakfast milk?"

"This ......" Sun Yang was still speechless. "I don't agree with your point of view!" a clear voice sounded, and Lin Yujia spoke. She looked at Qian Xinwei with disgust and said: "Although I can't write poetry, I like poetry very much, and I don't think what you said is right! You say that poetry is dead, but I don't think so! In my opinion, poetry is not dead, but only people who shout that poetry is dead! And you, a person, are not worthy of talking about poetry here at all." As for the propaganda of the product, it is a taint of poetry? It is even more nonsense! A song or a movie must have various forms of commercial publicity, is that also a tarnished? For their company, the fact that they have attracted so many students here with the activity of three-line love poetry shows that they have succeeded. As far as poetry is concerned, this is equivalent to someone organizing a poetry party, which is absolutely beneficial and harmless! If everyone says that poetry is dead and no longer cares about it, then it will really die! As long as there are people who like poetry, poetry will never die!"

"Oh?" Qian Xinwei stared at Lin Yujia, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an unkind smile: "This beauty said impassionedly, I don't know if I can make poetry?" "I said I can't write poetry!" Lin Yujia snorted. "What are you talking about if you don't know how to write poetry?" Qian Xinwei said: "Now it is a group of people like you who don't understand poetry, tossing and turning in the poetry arena, which has turned the poetry arena into a puddle of troubled water! Hehe, beauty, tell you, there is no future for you to be interested in these poems, why don't you go with my brother and me, let's have some fun, how about it?" "Phew!" Lin Yujia glared and spat out.

Qian Xinwei smiled indifferently, and looked at Sun Yang again: "Sun Yang, I told you a long time ago that you are just a waste." Waste, do you understand? And the people in your poetry club are also a bunch of waste! A group of people who have no thoughts and emotions feel like they are writing poetry when they are narcissistically writing some sentences that are innocent and moaning? While you say that poetry is an art form that expresses the sincere emotions of your heart, you are making up ...... at the same time."

He smiled, reached out and pinched the delicate face in his arms, and said with a smile: "You see, how good your former girlfriend is in my arms." Do you know why? Because you're a waste! And a waste with no money! Even when I was laughing at you just now, the person who retorted was the beautiful woman and not yourself, do you say you're a waste?" Sun Yang's eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and he clenched his fists, but he didn't rush over as he had been.

Ye Zheng sighed silently in his heart, although this Qian Xinwei is not a thing, he is a bit level in cognition. Especially this sharp theory, Sun Yang's heart was directly crushed. Even the onlookers and students, some of them also showed a thoughtful look, obviously Qian Xinwei's words made them feel some truth. "Why are you so unreasonable!" Lin Yujia shouted: "Shameless!" "Shameless?" Qian Xinwei smiled: "Beauty, if you are willing to go with me now, I will let you really know what shamelessness is tonight." ”

"Phew!" Lin Yujia was about to jump off the stage to hit someone, but Ye Zheng grabbed her, then took two steps forward and stood in front. He looked at Sun Yang coldly and asked, "You say that the people who write poems now are waste idiots?" "Well, what do you have to say?" Otherwise, you can write a poem that can convince me!" Qian Xinwei looked at Ye Zheng and said, "Your true feelings are not disease-free moaning flashy garbage!"

Ye Zheng smiled coldly: "Actually, you all said it wrong. Writing poetry doesn't have to be genuine! Poetry is the way of writing! It's like writing an essay, and it can be written with diligent practice. Could it be that those who wrote the lyrics have really experienced so many emotional twists and turns? Could it be that the people who wrote the script have experienced so many ups and downs in life? Jokes! What you just said is a joke!" Ye Zheng was quite angry, first of all, Qian Xinwei's virtue in acting like this, and secondly, what he said to Lin Yujia just now, which really angered Ye Zheng. In fact, Ye Zheng understands that what Qian Xinwei said before is not reasonable, and the current poetry scene has indeed declined, and he is not the only one who says that poetry is dead. In recent years, the controversy over poetry has been a nationwide topic. Some people say that today's poets are self-righteous and create garbage, while others are trying to change the form and style of poetry.

Even for people who love poetry, even poets, there are quite a few who admit that poetry is on the verge of death. Otherwise, Sun Yang would not have been told by Qian Xinwei that he couldn't find any reason to refute. But Ye Zheng is now looking for trouble with Qian Xinwei! Since Qian Xinwei provoked Lin Yujia, that is, he provoked him, so he wants to make Qian Xinwei ugly! If Qian Xinwei insists that poetry is not bullshit, he will really not be able to do it. But before Qian Xinwei said that he respected the poetry of the past, but despised the current poetry world. Then he has a way. Sure enough, hearing Ye Zheng's words, Qian Xinwei sneered indifferently: "Dude is quite capable of blowing! I thought I had won the first place in a three-line love poem, and I was angry?

"If I write it well, how about you?" Ye Zheng said. "Hey, you're very confident!" Qian Xinwei smiled: "Well, if you can write well, I will admit that I said the wrong thing just now, and I will not deny the value of the existence of the current poet!" "You also have to apologize to them." ”