Chapter 119: A Party

The original storm of The Voice continues to blow. The next day, all the online media front-page headlines were full of the original song of The Voice, and even some serious state media reported on the incident, although it was not an important section, but it also showed the attention of the official media to the incident. Strangely, all the reports only reported that the song "Zebra, Zebra" was Qin Xiaoyan's original, but none of the media mentioned who the teacher in "Under the guidance of the teacher" mentioned by Qin Xiaoyan at that time was. Everyone selectively forgot this, and this was something that Xiao Wu wanted to see. Although some people have suggested that this Qin Xiaoyan is the actor of the role of the school girl in "Old Boy", but for a student of the acting department of the film and television academy, this is just a friendship appearance, as for whether she has anything to do with Xiao Wu, no one has delved into it, after all, the role of the school flower is just a supporting role that has appeared several times more than others.

The overwhelming reports and publicity made Qin Xiaoyan popular overnight, and major entertainment companies and small and medium-sized entertainment companies flocked to Zhejiang Province in an attempt to sign her into its subsidiary. But Qin Xiaoyan knew what was going on, so she called Xiao Wu as soon as possible to express her gratitude, and said that no matter what, she would not deviate from the company.

Xiao Wu didn't really have time to care about these things now, because he was going to attend a party, a gathering between poets.

Among all the titles that Xiao Wu has now, whether it is an Internet god-level writer, a singer, or a screenwriter, Xiao Wu cares most about the name of poet.

Poets, in this age when even truth smells rancid, in the name of exploration, some so-called poets smear poetry in all kinds of fashionable makeup. After the smoke or the fire, the makeup that sways back and forth between man and ghost, the title poet has become a tool used by some people to show off their flower crowns, like roses on Valentine's Day, a tool to add a halo to the heads of certain sanctimonious people.

However, Xiao Wu is still clinging to this appellation, although it is no longer sacred, although it has become a fashionable ornament, although ......

In his heart, the title of true poet is noble. Many poets go to the point of no return, to their ideal paradise because of their sensitivity, their loneliness, and because of their strong and fragile hearts. But that doesn't erase the many beautiful poems they once left in their world. Some poems that are still being recited for decades and centuries.

For such poets, Xiao Wu deeply admires them in his heart, because Xiao Wu does not have their persistence, the spirit of self-sacrifice!

Therefore, when he knew from Xiao Yu that there was a party in the Chinese poetry circle that he hadn't been in for a long time, Zheng Xiuxiu's father Zheng Wen had never heard back from him, and sent him a message through Xiao Yu to ask him if he was going, he was tempted for the first time by hiding behind the scenes. In the past few days, he has been struggling, to go or not to go?

In order not to leave regrets in his heart, this morning, when he saw the date on his mobile phone, he realized that he still wanted to go in his heart, otherwise how would he remember that tomorrow is the day of the party?

The meeting place is in Ningcheng, a place called Ningcheng University of Science and Technology. Xiao Wu was a little strange, how could he choose such a university, and later learned that there were many famous poets in the Chinese poetry circle who came out of this university. Well, in that case, after asking for the detailed address, Xiao Wu asked Yuqing to send him to the school gate and prepared to walk in by himself.

Because the university has been on vacation, the doorman at the door closed the door, only opened the side door, Xiao Wu thought that he might have to call someone to pick him up, but the doorman just glanced at him and ignored him, maybe he regarded Xiao Wu as a student staying in school.

Walking into the school, Xiao Wu didn't know where the small hall was, so he walked to find a direction and walked up, he had never gone to college in another world, and he still hadn't gone to college in this world, so college was still very new to Xiao Wu. So, walking all the way, looking all the way, Xiao Wu was like a tourist, playing on the campus of the university.

After walking for ten minutes, Xiao Wuyi looked up, uh! This seems to be a dormitory building! Helplessly, I saw a student wearing glasses walking downstairs, and stepped forward to ask for directions. Fortunately, the direction is right, just turn two corners and you will arrive.

When Xiao Wu found a place and pushed the door into the small hall, he found that a lot of people had already come. The small auditorium was supposed to be a small conference room, with many tables in a large oval, empty in the middle, and about two dozen people sitting in a circle around the tables, discussing something. Seeing Xiao Wu coming in, everyone turned their heads to look over, and a thin middle-aged man with glasses stood up and asked:

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Xiao ...... That wind dances in the sea and sky. ”

"You are the one who dances the sea and the sky, and you have admired the name for a long time, and today you can see a real person, hello. I am Zheng Wen, the editor of the Chinese poetry circle, "solemn and serious", one of the initiators of this gathering. ”

As soon as he heard that Xiao Wu reported his screen name, Zheng Wen happily walked over, shook hands with Xiao Wu warmly, and then pulled Xiao Wu to introduce to everyone:

"Listen to me first, this is the new sad poet Feng Wu Haitian who has recently risen in our poetry circle, although there are only two of his poems, but I think everyone must have read them, so I won't say more. Come, Mr. Xiao, let me introduce you, here is Wang Shiyuan Brother Wang, his screen name is "Poetry and Book Heirloom", this one here is Da Datong, his screen name is "Weightlifting Ruotong", this ...... here"

It's rare that Zheng Wen can remember so many people's names and screen names, and after a circle, Xiao Wu remembered the ones in the back and forgot the ones in front, but Zheng Wen introduced them all one by one, and it was a yes, so Xiao Wu had to admire.

After a round of introductions, Xiao Wu found a place to sit down, and the rest of the people continued the topic just now. Xiao Wu listened quietly for a while, it turned out that they were discussing the recent phenomenon of saliva poetry. After listening to it in a circle, Xiao Wu sighed with emotion, it turned out that not only did there be saliva poems in the original world, there were pear blossom bodies, but this world also had them, but now they haven't given these vernacular saliva poems a name. It is simply believed that the appearance and fame of these poems is a bad phenomenon for the entire poetry world. Although poetry has been popularized, it has also made poetry popular, just like a piece of sugar, after being put into water and turned into sugar water, it will not taste so sweet, and if you add more water, it will become indifferent. Is such a poem still called a poem?

Xiao Wu sat quietly in his seat and listened, without expressing his opinion, he knew that there has always been a saying that Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second. For a martial artist, as long as your fists are big and you can subdue everyone, then you are the boss! But for a literati, the difference in ideas makes them hold one end, and no one can convince anyone! Your articles are good, but other people's articles are not bad! Maybe you are the most learned one in your school, but when two schools collide together, the two sides with their own opinions will quarrel like aggressive roosters!