The waiting time was long, Fang Jun looked at the judges' seat, and several old men looked at the works of the contestants. For the people on stage, time passes quickly, but for those in the audience, there is indeed a feeling of living like a year.

Fang Jun suddenly missed the quilt at home, although it was small, it was warm and not nervous......

"Will you drink?"

"Lin Lao, look, this poem ......"

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. ”

"You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

……

On the stage, the president of the Writers Association picked up Fang Jun's work, walked off the stage to an old man in a wheelchair behind the stage, and respectfully handed out the work.

The old man in the wheelchair took the poem, looked at it twice, trembled all over, and his eyes flashed with a fine light.

Immediately afterwards, the old man put the rice paper on his lap and waved his hand to signal Li Botao to push himself to the stage.

Li Botao noticed the old man's expression, nodded, respectfully came behind the old man, stretched out his hand to hold the old man's wheelchair, and walked out from behind the scenes.

After Li Botao withdrew the old man, the audience was in an uproar, and then silence returned in an instant. The whole venue was silent.

Lin Yi!

Writers and poets with almost some seniority recognized the old man who was pushed up by Li Botao, the current president of the Writers Association. The previous president of the Writers Association, Mr. Lin Yi!

In everyone's cognition, Lin Yi is a living myth and a living legend.

What kind of poem can surprise this 'fairy' to come to the stage in person?

The players in the audience speculated. Look left and right, trying to find the answer in the eyes of other people.

After Lin Yi came to the stage, several old men in the judges' table all stood up respectfully, even the mayor of the magic capital.

Subsequently, I saw Lin Yi put the poems in his hand on the judges' seat, and everyone instantly understood Lin Lao's intentions and circulated them one after another. After seeing it, they locked their eyes on Fang Jun's body.

"They...... Look at me again?"

Offstage, Fang Jun followed the gaze of the judges on the stage, and found that the final point of his gaze was on himself, although he knew that Li Taibai's song would enter the wine could completely deter the so-called Poetry Association of the world, and even the Writers Association, but ...... Why don't they look at themselves like that...... Friendly?

Fang Jun was a little flustered, why the hell is this? Could it be that there is also a wine in this world? Sure enough, he had not done this investigation before, and his heart was very empty......

In case there is really a drink, the old guys on the stage will ask themselves, how should they answer?

It's a big deal......

At this moment, Fang Jun's heart seemed to have 10,000 alpacas galloping towards and galloping away. The palms of my hands began to sweat.

Looking around, Fang Jun found that the eyes of the people around him were all staring at the stage, some were confused, and some were shocked. Others followed the gaze of the judges on the stage to look at themselves......

Fang Jun panicked even more......

"Ahem, that, Brother Hongchen, help me cover in a while, I'm ready to run away......"

Fang Jun, who was staring at him a little hairy, lowered his head weakly, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and whispered to Hongchen next to him. After speaking, he took a cautious look at the stage, got up and was about to leave.

"Dude, don't run......"

Fang Jun was just about to leave, but he was pulled back by Hongchen beside him.

Looking at Hongchen with a wicked smile on his face, Fang Jun wanted to scold the street in his heart. There was no way, so he could only promise Hongchen a full chapter of benefits, and then he ran away.

After leaving his seat, Fang Jun lowered his head, and somehow took out a hat and put it on his head. Sneaking up to the door. Nervously, he glanced back at the meeting that was still in progress. Fang Jun was a little weak-hearted, and he was about to leave with his legs.

"Hello, the bathroom is over there. ”

"I'm not going to the bathroom, I'm going to go. ”

Just as Fang Jun was about to leave, the security guard at the door stopped Fang Jun. Think of Fang Jun as the person looking for the bathroom, and reminded him kindly.

"Excuse me sir, but before the game is over, you are not allowed to enter or leave here. ”

After hearing that Fang Jun was leaving, the security guard stepped forward without a trace and said solemnly.

"No, no, I won't come back when I go out. ”

"Not coming back, the results of the game haven't been announced yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Oh, that...... Hurry back to cook for your wife! Seeing that you are also married, this daughter-in-law has to wait. Otherwise, it won't be good to be angry. Ahh......h

Fang Jun looked at the security guard with a serious face and said with a haha. Then he took a tentative step outward.

"Ah...... Okay. ”

It seems that this security guard is also a strict wife at home, and after hearing Fang Jun say that he was in a hurry to go home and cook for his wife, he actually showed an expression of "I understand you", and then gave way to the side.

"Dude, you still know me!"

Seeing that the security guard was not stopping him, Fang Jun smiled and patted the security guard's shoulder, and then ran away.

In the venue, the attention was once again attracted by the people in the judges' seat, and the contestants who passed by did not notice Fang Jun's departure. On the stage, the judges had already withdrawn their gaze before Fang Jun left. The results are discussed with each other.

"The artistic conception of this poem is very good, and the majesty of the momentum is a classic!"

"Yes, it's hard to imagine what kind of person could write such a poem. ”

"10 points, this poem deserves full marks both in terms of artistic conception and writing. ”

"Agree, I don't think it's too much for this poem to get a perfect score. ”

"Yes, after the poem is over, I will put it in the Huaxia Weekly. Thinking about it, it will cause quite a stir. ”

After discussing for a while, the people on the stage put down the poem in their hands. Then it was announced.

"The winner of this competition is...... Fang Jun!, "Will Enter the Wine"!

After Li Botao announced the results, in an instant, all the spotlights instantly shone on Fang Jun's actions. The reporters on the side also immediately raised their cameras and prepared to shoot.

Everyone's eyes brushed into the spotlight. only to find that it was empty, leaving only a sign with Fang Jun's name written on it.

"Oh people!"

At this moment, such a question appeared in everyone's hearts, including the judges on the stage.

At the beginning, Li Botao heard Bai Yu say that he wanted to include Fang Jun in the Writers Association, and showed Li Botao Fang Jun's works and photos. Therefore, when he first saw the signature on the wine, Li Botao subconsciously looked at Fang Jun's position. Several other judges also more or less guessed who Fang Jun was. However, I didn't look at it for a while. Why are people gone?