The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference has attracted much attention.

On the Internet, there has long been a heated discussion.

"The annual poetry meeting is finally about to begin!"

"Expectation! It's a lot better than those celebrity soirees. ”

"Last year, the Imperial Capital TV held it very well, I don't know what kind of surprises Haicheng TV will bring this year. ”

"Ha, this year is even more powerful, I heard that more than half of the people in the poetry circle and the writers' association have gone, more than last year!"

"Yes, this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will become more and more lively every year, and even the country is paying more and more attention to it. ”

"Now that the country has a lot of influence, it seems that there are many international literary figures on the list this year. ”

"I don't know how many countries are staring at us. ”

"Hehe, this year's poetry will definitely be extraordinarily exciting, at least there will be a masterpiece that will last for centuries!"

Of course, the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry will be such a thing, and netizens naturally haven't forgotten the purple night and leaves.

"I just looked at the list announced by Haicheng Satellite TV, and there are no purple nights and leaves on it. ”

"I also looked at it, and it really didn't. ”

"That's definitely not it, if you invite the two of you to go, where will Sun Meng's face go?

"Don't say it's Ziye and Yezi, I heard that during the last rehearsal this afternoon, even Su Ning was blasted out. ”

"Su Ning, blasted out, won't you?"

"Why not, I heard that Sun Meng, the president of the Poetry Association, said that Su Ning didn't understand poetry, and it was not attached to the theme of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Club, so it was not suitable to participate in this kind of activity. ”

"Blasting it out, blasting it out, she's not the point anyway. ”

"Heh, I'm afraid you've forgotten who is standing behind Su Ning?"

"Hey, you must know that Ziye and Ye Zi are Su Ning's iron fans!"

"There's a good show to watch now, it just so happens that no one has been invited to this event, and I don't know what Purple Night and Ye will do!"

"Don't forget that there's a night cat, that's a die-hard fan!

"Tut-tut, wait, I have a hunch, Sun Meng blasted Su Ning out, and they will definitely not give up in Ziye. ”

"Even if they are unwilling, but this is the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, an event that the country pays attention to, and they can still make a demon?"

"That's it, no matter how powerful they are in the purple night, do they dare to mess around at the poetry meeting?"

……

There are fans of Su Ning Ziye, and there are also people who support Ziye and their anger for Su Ning, but most people are still not optimistic about Ziye and them. After all, this is an activity that the state is concerned about. Most people felt that Su Ning's tone had to be endured.

All kinds of news are flying all over the Internet, and there is everything to say. But now Ye Feng doesn't have time to look at it, he is busy dealing with his father-in-law at home.

Evening.

Backyard, in the shade of trees.

There was a stone table, and the two were playing against each other.

The little baby snuggled not far away, chasing Xiaoha around.

"Has there been any progress in the relationship with Ning Ning recently?" said Father Su as he left his son.

"It's fine. ”

Listening to the girl's giggles, Ye Feng said softly, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's really good to live like this.

"What do you mean it's okay?

Father Su was not afraid of embarrassment and spoke out.

But Ye Feng was a little embarrassed by his father-in-law's question, smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Your daughter, you still don't understand, how easy is it?"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Father Su's face darkened suddenly, and he threw down the chess pieces in his hand a little angrily, and said, "Su Ning, this girl! It's not the first time, the girls are so old, and they are so ignorant!"

After speaking, Father Su said to Ye Feng with some hatred: "Just a woman, you can't handle it? It's really a shame for your father! If it's soft, you won't come hard? Su Ning's girl can still be stronger than you?"

Listening to his father-in-law's words sluggishly, Ye Feng couldn't hold the chess pieces in his hand, his mouth opened wide, and he had a shocked expression.

I'll go!

Is this guy in front of him really Su Ning's father?

Is there a mistake?

Whose father would cheat his daughter like this!

Soft doesn't work, hard one?

Oh my God, I really knelt for my father-in-law!

"Hmph, you don't have to look at me like that, I know what you're thinking, but I'm telling you, the Ye family must have a son!" Father Su said with a serious face: "Feng'er, you remember, this matter is bigger than the sky!"

"Uh, okay. Ye Feng came back to his senses and dealt with it casually, what is bigger than the sky? It's the same!

Father Su sighed, looking at Ye Feng's appearance, he knew that Ye Feng didn't listen to his words. Looking at Ye Feng, Father Su was a little entangled in whether to tell Ye Feng about it.

"Wind ,......"

As soon as Su's father wanted to speak, his mother-in-law's voice came from the house.

"You two come into the house, Ning Ning and Lingling are back. ”

"Got it!" Father Su replied angrily, and glanced at Ye Feng with some sighs.

"Eh, father-in-law, what did you want to say just now?"

"It's nothing, let's go inside. Father Su shook his head and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Ye Feng was confused, pursed his lips, then turned his head, looked at the little baby and said with a smile: "Yiyi, let's go, mom is back." ”

"Oh, Ma Ma, I want to be Ma Ma!"

The little guy jumped up and down at Ye Feng, Ye Feng picked up the little baby at once, and went back to the house.

When they arrived at the house, the little guy and Su Ning were crooked for a while. The whole family just watched the little guy selling cuteness in Su Ning's arms, all with smiles on their faces.

After being tired of it for a while, Ye Feng said to Su Ning: "Didn't you say that you went to see the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club tonight, why did you come back so early?"

Ye Feng didn't know what happened during the rehearsal.

Su Ning glanced at him, pouted and said, "Hmph, what's the matter, isn't it good to come back and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival early?"

Ye Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Okay, okay, you're capricious, you're powerful." ”

"Hmph. ”

Su Ning snorted cutely, ignored Ye Feng, and began to talk long and short with his parents, some talking and laughing. However, Su Ning didn't say anything about what happened to her afternoon for a long time. Su Ning is such a person, no matter how many grievances she suffers outside, she will not bring this unhappy emotion home.

Family, talk about trouble, time flies quickly.

Before eight o'clock, the family finished dinner and sat on the sofa again, and there were naturally several plates of moon cakes on the coffee table.

Su Ling turned on the TV, and it was the live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting.

"I heard that you had an awkward quarrel with Sun Meng in the poetry world?" Watching TV, Father Su asked casually.

Su Ning smiled, looked at Sun Meng, who was speaking on the TV screen, and said, "It's nothing." ”

Father Su nodded and continued: "This Sun Meng can become the president of the Poetry Association, thanks to their Sun family. If he is really talented, he will have a little bit of it, but compared to that purple night, it is far behind. ”

"Hmm, Dad, do you still know about Purple Night?"

Ye Feng, who was sitting next to him and was playing with his daughter, suddenly heard the name Ziye, and couldn't help but interject.

Father Su smiled and said, "I like his poems a lot, this person is a talent." ”

At this time, Lan Ruo smiled and said: "What likes poetry, but I don't feel at ease to condense ......"

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Watching TV, one by one the bigwigs of the poetry circle and the writers' association appeared one after another.

Sun Meng, Xi Sin, Haiqing, Liaoyuan......

Looking at the people who appeared on TV, Ye Feng glanced at his mouth disdainfully.

With this group of defeated generals, what kind of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting are you embarrassed to make?

Listen to the poems they wrote, maybe in this world, it's pretty good. However, compared with those masterpieces in Ye Feng's mind, it is not a little worse!

After watching Ye Feng for a while, he didn't bother to look at it, but his father-in-law and mother-in-law were very interested, and Ye Feng was embarrassed to leave.

The little guy was lying on Su Ning's lap obediently, and he didn't know what he was doing, Ye Feng was not interested, so he took out his mobile phone to surf the Internet.