"It's different?" Sun Hao was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What's different?"

Mu Yu's face was slightly red, and he whispered a little embarrassedly: "I just heard that it is different, I really haven't inquired about it." ”

Mu Yu's expression has always been serious and quite serious, which makes people feel that this girl is very rational and difficult to approach.

Unexpectedly, he blushed at this time, revealing the posture of his little daughter, which made Sun Hao feel a little incredible, he looked at Mu Yu a few more times, and saw that Mu Yu was even more uncomfortable, so he hurriedly smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a poetry meeting, what difference can it be? Besides, let's just go and have a fun, not the protagonist, don't care about these." ”

Mu Yu also felt very reasonable when he heard Sun Hao say this, so he nodded and didn't speak again.

At this time, the waiter also brought breakfast, Sun Hao exercised today, his stomach was already empty, a gust of wind swept the clouds, and soon eliminated the soy milk fritters and steamed dumplings he ordered, and there was still some unfinished business.

He took a napkin and wiped his mouth, and then said to Mu Yu: "Let's go, it's almost time." ”

Sun Hao's residential area is only more than 100 meters away from Beijing University, and when the two of them walked to the door, they found that a huge banner had already been hung inside the gate, which read, "Warmly celebrate the complete success of the annual poetry meeting of the Poetry Magazine".

The doors of the school were also wide open, and the high-end looking cars drove in from time to time and drove directly to the parking lot near the auditorium, apparently for the annual poetry meeting.

At this point in time, the school has already had winter vacation, and most of the students have left school to return home to wait for the New Year.

It is precisely because of this that the school allows these vehicles from outside the school to drive straight in. In normal times, cars from outside the school are not allowed to enter the school.

As soon as Sun Hao and Mu Yu came to the door, a staff person greeted them and said firmly: "Two classmates, an event is being held here, and you can't enter without an invitation." ”

Mu Yu was about to take out the invitation, but Sun Hao gently pulled him behind him, Sun Hao looked at the man and said with a smile: "How do you know that I was not invited?"

"You?" the staff member glanced at Sun Hao and sneered, "Open your eyes and see, among those people who are invited, which one is not a great writer and poet who has achieved fame?

Sun Hao glanced at him with some sympathy, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have hemorrhoids?"

Mu Yu behind him rolled his eyes when he heard this.

The staff member was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was definitely not a good word, and asked vigilantly, "What do you mean?"

"It's definitely a long time. Sun Hao nodded thoughtfully.

The staff member's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said, "What do you mean?

"Didn't you hear? Sun Hao laughed and said loudly, "I said, you have hemorrhoids in your mouth, and you speak so ugly!"

Sun Hao's shout immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they all turned their heads to see what was going on.

The staff member's old face turned red, and he wished there was a crack in the ground so that he could get in.

MMP, how can you meet a stunned person, can you shout this kind of thing? It's really a blood mold!

Just when he was secretly remorseful, another staff member ran over panting, staring at Sun Hao with two eyes stunned, with an excited face.

Sun Hao was furious, and took two steps back without a trace, muttering in his heart: "Eh, why isn't there a normal one of these staff?"

After a long while, the staff member who came from behind finally shook over, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you Sun Hao?"

Seeing Sun Hao nodded, he said excitedly: "Big, I'm Meng Qiang, the 'little piglet' of the 'Idler'!"

"Oh, I remember you. ”

Sun Hao patted his head, damn, how could he forget this stubble, Meng Qiang is the editor of "Poetry Magazine", and he has contacted himself through "Swordsman" before.

"Great, let's go in first, the event is about to start. ”

Meng Qiang greeted Sun Hao and Mu Yu warmly, and when he passed by the staff member, he glanced at him with a little sympathy.

This is a small example, I like to judge people by their appearance, and when they see people young, they put on a face for others, and now they will reap the consequences, right?

The staff was actually very aggrieved, he felt that he didn't say anything very excessive, how could he meet such an unreasonable person?

Also, isn't Meng Qiang very proud on weekdays? Why is he so polite to this kid who looks younger than him? Also, what is he calling the other party for?

Although this staff member is not much, he will also read the news on the Internet and pay attention to hot spots.

"! This kid is Sun Hao! This kid is a poisonous tongue, he scolded Ma Minghao as worthless, and he didn't dare to come forward now, so wouldn't he be scolded in vain?"

As soon as he thought of this, the staff wanted to cry without tears, it must be Sun Hao who felt that he had a bad attitude, alas, he could only blame himself for being unlucky.

Not to mention how the staff regretted it, Sun Hao and Mu Yu came to the venue of the auditorium under the guidance of Meng Qiang.

This venue has obviously been carefully arranged, covered with red and green everywhere, solemn and not monotonous and old-fashioned, which is very in line with the theme activities of the poetry club.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the venue, most of them with gray hair, in groups of three or five, gathered in one place and talked softly, sometimes letting out a knowing chuckle.

Meng Qiang said softly while walking in front: "Idler, this poetry meeting is a little different from the previous ones, and there is still an activity at the end of the poetry meeting." ”

"You still call me Sun Hao, it's too weird to call an idler. Sun Hao waved his hand and said with a smile, "What is the activity you are talking about?"

"Okay, Mr. Sun. Meng Qiang responded, and then said, "Our magazine has published ten topics about poetry and songs, which can be regarded as an opportunity for the participating poets to communicate." ”

Seeing Sun Hao looking at himself with a smile and not speaking, Meng Qiang said with a mysterious face: "The one who answers the most questions correctly has a mysterious prize!"