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Qiu Lang's face darkened.

The fight was speechless.

The entire group of writers shook in unison.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to change, Jiao Yingqiu hurriedly came out to play a round, "It's not too early, let's go to Yinglian Hall first, let's write poems while walking, and we can open up ideas, hahaha." ”

Wen Xia also came out to play the round, "Sister Yingqiu is right, it's not too early this day, we have three competitions in the back, write while walking, write while walking." ”

No one squeaked.

But no one wants to stay here.

There's no way, the morning sun is too fierce, these 20 poems are thrown down like bombs, if the audience applauds, forget it, but they have to stand on the same platform to compete.

There are a lot of poems that they haven't figured out yet, who is it if they can't write well?

The team began to go.

Fans were also allowed to follow.

Outside, the snow has stopped and the sun is out.

The air is fresh, everything is quiet, and as far as the eye can see, it is as bright as a diamond.

Everyone took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill their fiery lungs, and in one breath, the tension that had been stirred up by the morning sun just now seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Qiu Lang strode forward, smiled and opened his mouth to prepare a poem, and suddenly thought that the scene written by Chenyang in "Qinyuan Spring and Snow" just now was almost the same as what he saw in front of him, and he was suddenly completely interested.

The whole team walked lazily for more than 20 meters, and the writer's eyes lit up.

However, just a second before he spoke, he suddenly didn't know what to think, and the whole person was gloomy, and finally he simply became lazy and lazy and continued to follow the team.

Fifty meters, there was a writer who had a flash of inspiration, but did not speak.

Seventy meters, some writers were overjoyed, but did not speak.

Ninety meters, there are writers who suddenly open up, but do not speak.

Ninety-five meters, there are writers who are happy to be shaped, but they do not speak.

Ninety-eight meters, a writer stopped, and everyone's eyes followed the past.

Fighting volleys were impatient, "I said that you guys are endless, can you think about it and then come out directly and say, you talk about you, you have stopped a few times in a hundred and ten meters!"

As he spoke, he also pointed to the writer who had stopped, "You, you, hurry up, this cold day is all spent on the road, you are dressed warmly, and I am cold." ”

The other members of the writers' group also shrunk their necks in the cold wind, although the team as a whole looked very laid-back, and each writer was also very relaxed, occasionally chatting and laughing with fans.

But everyone knew that from the moment they left the poetry workshop, the atmosphere of the whole team changed.

Everyone was thinking about how to crush the morning sun, and the flowers and trees along the way became the objects of the writers.

However, after they finally thought of a poem, they found that what they thought of was either not good or not condensed enough, and it was not on the same level as what Chenyang wrote.

As a result, as long as a writer stops, everyone stops.

100 meters, stop and go no less than 10 times.

On this cold day, it has just snowed, and even if everyone stops for less than a minute, it will add up to more than ten minutes.

In the winter in the north, I was outside for more than ten minutes, and my toes could freeze numb when I wore a thin bit.

It's not just the fighting volleys that are annoying, but there are many people, but everyone doesn't say it, because compared to this bit of freezing, they prefer that someone can come out and slap Chenyang in the face.

Especially Zhang Bolin and others, I wish that someone would make a work that is more awesome than Chenyang.

The writer who stopped was a newcomer this year, and it was better to fight in the air in terms of seniority, and when he was said so, his face was red, and he looked at everyone and said, "I...... I didn't want to write poetry, I just ...... The laces were opened. ”

After speaking, the writer who stopped squatted down to tie his shoes, and rubbed his red nose that was frozen while tying it back, and he was also choked by the cold.

……

Behind the line.

Chenyang, Wenxia, Mountain White Feather, and Floating Sugar walked side by side in pairs.

Wen Xia pouted at the writer group Nunu, "Hey, great writer, you have offended a lot of people this time." ”

Chenyang was embarrassed, "I'll go, I'm scared when you say that, I've just come, okay, I'll offend people if I don't come?"

Wen Xia smiled mischievously, "Don't you see that they all want to slap you in the face? ”

Chenyang was speechless.

This little girl is too heartless.

Anyway, he did it for her, so he should be comforted.

Seeing that Chenyang didn't speak, Wen Xia pursed his lips and smiled, raised his hand in front of his chest, and pulled down with all his might, "Come on!"

This cute action made the mountain white feather and floating candy walking side by side in front of them notice, and the two girls invariably turned their heads and smiled at Chenyang and Wen Xia.

Chenyang and Wen Xia also smiled at the two girls.

Floating Candy and Mountain White Feather are the youngest to come from this writers' group.

The two sisters moved and moved, and there may not be much difference in age, so they quickly became sisters.

Floating candy is similar to Chenyang, and it also belongs to self-cooking, but this girl's self-cooking belongs to the heartless type, to a certain extent, this is the simplicity that will only exist if the world is not deep.

Chenyang and Wen Xia showed goodwill, and Piaotang let go of Shan Baiyu and came over, "Yang God, can I call you that?"

Chenyang nodded, "Okay, you can call me whatever you want." ”

Piaotang grinned and touched her head and smiled, "Yang God, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?"

"Why are you so good at writing poetry?"

Chenyang smiled when asked, glanced at Wen Xia and said, "Probably because I read a lot of books." ”

Floating Candy's eyes lit up, "Then there can be twenty songs? Wow! ”

Chenyang was amused by Piaotang again, "You can do it slowly, I heard that you and Bai Yu are scholars, if you continue to develop like this, we will also have to be surpassed by you." ”

Shan Bai Yu smiled shyly at Chenyang.

Floating Sugar nodded solemnly.

Although Chenyang is self-cooked, it is still measured.

Piaotang was only seventeen or eighteen years old, standing in front of him like a primary school student, unconsciously, he maintained the bearing of a senior.

The topic is gone.

None of the four of them spoke, silently following behind.

After the battle volley complained, the pace of the whole team was much faster.

As the host of the location, Yao Manman is still very dedicated to introducing the scenery along the road, and by the way, he introduces the formation, development, destruction and classic absolutes that are about to go to Yingliantang, as well as the classics that have been circulated in history.

Chenyang followed behind, listening to a match.

During this period, Douzhan stopped and read a poem, and then Qiu Lang, Xiao Lu Tanhua, and Hima Rush also wrote poems separately, and the theme was still selected by them by lot.

With four people taking the lead, the writers behind obviously feel a lot more confident.

One, two, three......

In less than 200 meters remaining, each member of the writers' group took out their own works and canvassed for themselves by the way, and this was the end of the matter.

Yao Man held the microphone and pointed to the building similar to a yurt behind him, "Writers and friends, this is Yinglian Hall, here, we will hold our second competition, Yinglian Duel!"