After another half hour, the long-awaited third wave of the draw was finally about to begin.

Zhuang Yan intercepted the first chapter picture, and the winner was an audience with the nickname "Heluo Zhang Fei", and the special signature he asked for was "Gift to the dearest He Yanyan, I love you for a lifetime".

"Ahem. Zhuang Yan coughed lightly, he felt that this special signature was a bit too simple and rude, and it was not suitable for him to write it himself, but he was not good at saying it directly, so he said euphemistically: "When we young people express their love, we can change the way, especially male compatriots, you must know that although I love you for a lifetime, although it is moving, but being said too many times, girls will feel a little boring." Why not do it the other way?"

[Zhuang Yan understands women so well?]

[I am a woman, Zhuang Yan understands me. 】

[It can be said that what Zhuang Da said is the truth, this sentence is really a bit ordinary. 】

[Ask how to express love in an unordinary way?]

[Same question!]

[Please start your performance, tens of thousands of female audiences are waiting for your answer. 】

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and muttered for a while, suddenly sat up straight, and chanted gently: "Wait for you, in the rain, in the rain of rainbows, the sound of cicadas falls, the sound of frogs rises, a pool of red lotus is like a red flame, in the rain, you don't come or not, I feel that every lotus is like you......"

This is a modern poem of love, Zhuang Yan is slowly recited, and the feelings are also full. He didn't know who he had in mind when he read the poem just now.

"Waiting for You, In the Rain" in the afterglow, a must-have modern poem for literary and artistic youth, although Zhuang Yan is not a literary youth, he also memorized it. (The old man passed away some time ago, and I would like to pay tribute to the old man.) ）

Undoubtedly, this is a very rare modern poem, and the good and bad of a poem are actually very different. Just see if the text can make people have a vivid picture in their minds, and this poem obviously does it.

Waiting for you, in the rain - look, it's raining.

The cicadas are falling, the frogs are rising – it's summer.

A pond of red lotus is like a red flame - this time it is more detailed, in summer, next to the lotus pond.

There is a path made of bluestone slabs in the middle of the lotus leaves, and the lotus leaves on both sides stretch out to the middle of the path, and the rain hits it dripping, and then flows down the lotus leaves on the bluestone slabs.

A man with an oil-paper umbrella, or no umbrella, stood on the path, letting the rain hit him, and looked at a vague figure walking in the distance.

The figure slowly became clear, and gradually her soft footsteps could be heard in the rain.

Every step she took was on the bluestone slab, and the lotus leaf red lotus next to her merged with her, gently wading across the path and walking over.

This strong sense of picture and aesthetic language obviously conquered the audience.

[Zhuang Da, whose poem is this memorized? 】

[It doesn't seem to be an alas, I haven't heard it at all, who has heard it come out and say it.] 】

[Haven't heard of +1]

[Haven't heard of +2]

……

[It seems to be really original, Zhuang Da is awesome, and he can also compose poems. It's really good poetry, alas. 】

Zhuang Yan laughed at the sycophants on the barrage, and he said with a smile: "Since everyone thinks it's good, I'll change it and write two sentences from it." ”

Of course, you can't write it all, this poem is not long, but there are also 200 words smaller.

After solving this matter, Zhuang Yan continued to draw the following prizes.

……

Two hours later, until half past nine in the evening, Zhuang Yan had been live for two and a half hours, which was beyond the previous plan of two hours.

Zhuang Yan pressed his hands on the two piles of books on the desk and said with a smile, "Okay, that's the end of today's live broadcast, and if the live broadcast continues, I won't have any books to give you." ”

After thinking about it, he said again: "In this way, on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve this year, after the Spring Festival Gala is over, if I have time, I will go to the live broadcast room to draw a prize for you, it happens to be the New Year, and I will give you a first prize when the time comes." ”

[That's a good dare, you must prepare a few more books when the time comes.] It's better to have a few hundred, no, it's better to have one per person. 】

[Why are you so late, it's more than one o'clock when the party ends, why don't you start at eleven o'clock, we can still celebrate the New Year together.] 】

[It's good upstairs, it's a good idea to celebrate New Year's Eve together. 】

[Does Wheat Field TV have the right to broadcast the live broadcast of the party, if there is, we can watch the party while watching Zhuang Da, it's not wrong. 】

[Thinking too much, how can the website broadcast the party live, this is impossible. 】

[It's really impossible, if this can be live, it's not a mess. 】

[If you can't broadcast live, you can't broadcast live, and I don't watch the party anyway. 】

[Even if you watch it, it's nothing, with the TV on one side and the computer on the other, both to watch the party and to watch the Zhuangda, which is beautiful. 】

……

Zhuang Yan's idea was undecided before, and it was improvized, but he only said that he would broadcast it live to them when there was nothing to do, and he didn't make a promise.

But the possibility of him spending the New Year alone during the New Year this year is very large, and in the past, Yang Zhao would come over to accompany him, this year is good, Maitian TV has just been started, Yang Zhao can't leave a single step, how can he come over to accompany him for the New Year.

If Chen Jiaqing hadn't left, it might have been more lively this year, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but think of Xiaoying's little girl, eccentric, if there was a little girl during the New Year, it shouldn't be too lonely.

When Zhuang Yan closed the live broadcast room, the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room was finally more than 75,000. In future generations, this is just the popularity of a small anchor, but today, it is a small miracle on Wheat Field TV.

Because in just two hours, the number of registered members of Wheatfield TV increased by more than 70,000 at once.

Seventy-five is not much, but it is the first floor of a high-rise building, and it is the first step of a journey of a thousand miles.

The number of 75,000 people was exchanged for fifty books by Zhuang Yan, and in the past two and a half hours, Zhuang Yan drew a total of five waves of awards, and ten people would be drawn each time.

The response from the book lovers was very good, they liked this kind of activity very much, and Zhuang Yan also felt that this kind of activity would be more meaningful than signing it. Most of the books signed and signed were just signed by name, and they didn't want to sign this time, each book was specially signed, and Zhuang Yan was mostly signed neatly word by word.

And there are many young people who write confessions, because Zhuang Yan recited the poem "Waiting for You, in the Rain", and later many people asked to write the sentences in it.

Since this is the case, Zhuang Yan is also troublesome, so he simply assigned two sentences to each of them, and finally wrote a poem in all seven books.

After writing it, Zhuang Yan laughed and said: "This is the Seven Dragons - a treasure map, which together becomes a complete poem." ”

Zhuang Yan originally wanted to talk about Dragon Ball, but halfway through speaking, he realized that there is no Dragon Ball in this world.