There are mystery prizes for answering the questions correctly!

Meng Qiang looked at Sun Hao with a look of hope, but when he saw his lack of interest, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Seeing this, Mu Yu, who had been walking behind him without saying much, opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "What topic, what prize?"

"Don't say it, don't say it. Meng Qiang pretended to be and whispered, "I'll know when the time comes." ”

Mu Yu pursed his lips, and said in his heart, if he knew this, he wouldn't ask, and let you go alone embarrassed.

The three of them were walking forward, and an old man in his sixties, with gray hair and strong spirits, was looking at Sun Hao and the others with a smile on his face.

Meng Qiang hurriedly introduced to Sun Hao: "Teacher Sun, this is the editor-in-chief of our Poetry Magazine. ”

As he spoke, he turned to He Wentian again, and said with a smile: "Editor-in-chief, this is the author of "Spring", Teacher Sun Hao, and Miss Mu Yu, Teacher Sun's assistant. ”

When He Wentian heard this, his eyes lit up, and he stared at Sun Hao up and down, and then said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Mr. Sun would be so young!

Others were polite, but Sun Hao naturally couldn't hold it, so he hurriedly arched his hand towards Editor-in-Chief He, and said with a smile: "Teacher He, you have won the award, I am scribbling casually, and I don't want to understand anything." It's your name, I've been hearing it for a long time!"

He Wentian is a great poet and a famous writer, his works are everywhere, and even his articles have been used in Chinese textbooks in primary and secondary schools, so Sun Hao's words are not nonsense.

When he heard Sun Hao's words, he couldn't help laughing, "It's not as good as you, you are the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and one wave is stronger than the other! Let's go, I'll take you to meet a few people." ”

As he spoke, He Wentian and Mu Yu nodded and smiled, saying hello, and then led everyone to the front.

The higher the seat, the higher the status, and this is a hierarchy that cannot be changed anywhere.

Sun Hao and Mu Yu followed He Wentian to the front row, where there were seven or eight backrest sofa chairs, and a small coffee table in the middle of the two chairs, on which were placed two cups of tea, a few plates of fresh fruits and snacks and preserves, which were not available to those people in the back.

At this time, near the middle of the front row, there were already three or four people seated, one or two old men with gray hair and high spirits, who were discussing something in a low voice, and from time to time let out a knowing smile or two.

When He Wentian walked over with Sun Hao and Mu Yu, several people seemed to hear the footsteps and turned their heads in unison.

One of them, an old man with glasses and meticulously combed hair, glanced at Sun Hao and Mu Yu with a smile, and said to He Wentian: "Lao He, this is your son and daughter-in-law?"

When Sun Hao heard this, he smiled and didn't say anything, but Mu Yu's face was too thin, and he turned red all of a sudden.

He Wentian was obviously very familiar with this old man, he glared at him, and said angrily: "Lao Cai, are you Alzheimer's?

As he spoke, he pointed to these three or four old men and said to Sun Hao: "Little Sun, let me introduce you." This surnamed Cai is the dean of the School of Literature of Beijing Normal University, and is also a famous writer and poet in China, named Cai Yonghe. ”

"Hello Teacher Cai!" Sun Hao saluted him respectfully.

"It's okay for you, it's okay for you!" Cai Yonghe nodded with a smile, and he didn't ask who Sun Hao was, because he knew that He Wentian would definitely introduce them to them after a while.

He Wentian pointed to an old man in a dark gray robe on Cai Yonghe's left and introduced: "This is a big man, he is the vice chairman of the All-China Writers Association, the vice president of Beijing University, a famous writer, and a poet. ”

Vice President of Jingcheng University? I'm still a student of Jingcheng University, but this is the current leader!

Sun Hao hurriedly saluted and said, "Hello principal, I am a first-year student in the Chinese Department of Beijing University. ”

"Okay, good!" He Qiran nodded with a smile and said to a few old guys around him, "See, our Beijing University is full of peach and plums." ”

"Just talk about it, as if it's all your credit!" The last old man muttered for a while, then looked at Sun Hao and said, "Little guy, I'll introduce myself, the contemptible surname is Liu, and the name is Hongbo." ”

Liu Hongbo, Sun Hao is also a spirit, this is a great poet who is famous all over the world, and Ai Qing on the earth has a fight, under his pen, there have been countless popular poems, and even some poems have been adapted into songs, sung in all directions.

"Hello Teacher Liu!" Sun Hao's attitude became more respectful.

Liu Hongbo frowned, and said lightly: "Young people, don't be so rigid, otherwise how can you write wanton and unrestrained poems?"

Sun Hao was stunned for a moment, "Respect you a little, and there is something wrong with respect?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Liu has a point, Sun Hao, you have to keep it in mind. ”

He Wentian saw that Sun Hao was a little stunned, for fear that he would not be able to get off the stage, so he hurriedly patted him on the shoulder, and he introduced to several poetry bigwigs: "This is Sun Hao, the author of "Spring", of course, he is not only this poem, everyone knows this. ”

"Sun Hao?" Cai Yonghe frowned, then patted his head and said, "You are Sun Hao of Beijing University who is very good at calligraphy?"

"Nonsense, can this still be pretended?" He Qiran glared at him angrily, and said with a smug face, "Our students at Jingcheng University are all versatile!"

"Just you!" Cai Yonghe raised his eyebrows and said expressionlessly, "Our students at Beijing Normal University are not bad!"

"Is Sun Hao so powerful in our school?" He Qiran pointed at Sun Hao with his chin and said triumphantly.

"You ......" Cai Yonghe was so angry that his face turned blue and white for a while.

"Okay, okay!" Liu Hongbo waved his hand and said impatiently, "I'm all old, and I'm still like a young man, so I like to fight and win, is it interesting? In front of so many people, you are not ashamed, I am still ashamed!"

Well, this persuasion must offend people on both sides.

Sun Hao and He Wentian glanced at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

But fortunately, Liu Hongbo is the oldest, and his momentum is strong enough, even if Cai Yonghe and He Qiran are talked through, the two of them have no emotion.

Of course, Cai Yonghe and He Qiran didn't really quarrel, but they were used to fighting with each other.

"Xiao Sun, you sit here, the poetry meeting is about to start. ”

Liu Hongbo patted the chair next to him and said to Sun Hao with a smile.