"Oh, I see, just because it's a writer's work, that's literature, it's art. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ye Qiu sneered angrily again.

As a result, Xiang Xi's face turned red, and he pointed at Ye Qiu, you, you, you have been for a long time, but he couldn't speak.

Compared with "Discoloration", "The First Close Contact" is as pure as a little white flower, so he is embarrassed to criticize that the three views of "The First Close Contact" are not correct......

It's just that Ye Qiu didn't expect that Xiangxi's bearing capacity would be so poor, he didn't come up in one breath, his eyes were glared at by anger, and he fainted directly.

"Old Xiang!"

"To the west!"

Several other writers panicked at once, gathered around Xiangxi, and kept shouting.

It wasn't until a writer poked his fingernails under Xiang Xi's nose that Xiang Xi relented and slowly opened his eyes.

Ye Qiu was also taken aback, but he didn't expect that a sentence would make the other party faint, but fortunately, Xiangxi woke up.

The noisy and panicked situation here also attracted the attention of many people at once.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Mo Ran just finished receiving him, and when he walked into the venue, he saw that Ye Qiu, who was a little flustered at the table, stepped forward and asked.

Several writers glanced at each other, but finally said in unison: "It's okay, it's okay!"

How to say that being fainted by Ye Qiu's words is not a glorious thing, so several writers have a tacit understanding that nothing happened.

"Mr. Xiangxi?" Mo Ran looked puzzled, and then looked at Xiangxi, who had just recovered his strength and his face was still a little ugly.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just choking on water. Xiang Xi said.

"Choking on drinking water?" Mo Ran looked dazed.

Ye Qiu: "......"

By the way, look at me, Mr. Ye, let me introduce you, this is Feng Han, the president of the Pioneer Poetry Society. Feng Han, this is the author of "The First Close Contact", Ye Qiu. Mo Ran's gaze turned to Ye Qiu and introduced a man beside him to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu was still a little dazed, the poetry club, the president? It's just, what does this have to do with himself? Mo Ran seems to have specially brought someone over to introduce him to him.

Although Ye Qiu was a little puzzled, he still stood up.

Unexpectedly, the man looked at Ye Qiu, and suddenly groaned: "I danced gently, in the crowded crowd, you projected strange eyes." Whether I was surprised or admired, it didn't mess up my dance steps. For it is not your gaze that makes me fly, but my young heart. ”

"It's well written, it's really well written, I've always wanted to know Mr. Ye who can write such poems, and today I finally got my wish. Feng Han's age is not very old, about thirty, but his words made Ye Qiu a little "wind cold".

"Hello, hello!" strange things happen every year, especially this year, just after a fight with a few self-righteous writers, and now suddenly there is a person who admires the poetry in "The First Close Contact", Ye Qiu was also a little confused for a while.

If many writers have a high level in their bones, then poets, especially the group of modern poets, are definitely more than equal, so Feng Han's enthusiasm will make Ye Qiu a little confused.

"Actually, what I admire the most is, Mr. Ye, who uses the method of embedding poetry in novels to promote modern poetry...... Feng Han said to himself.

But I didn't see that the expressions of the writers at Ye Qiu's table were as uncomfortable as eating flies.

Ye Qiu: "......" uses the method of inserting poems into novels to promote modern poetry?

"Several poets in our club want to meet Mr. Ye, I wonder if Mr. Ye can move the shelf?" Feng Han suddenly invited again.

"Especially Mr. Ye, there are a few poems in "The First Close Contact", which seem to be a little unfinished......"

After what happened just now, Ye Qiu originally wanted to leave, at least, he would definitely not be able to stay at this table, Ye Qiu was afraid that he might faint out of anger with a poor ability to bear it later.

And the wind chill is a little ...... made Ye Qiu in a fog, but, at least, Ye Qiu saw a lot of sincerity in others.

Feng Han didn't seem to be interested in the others at all, and he didn't even say hello, so he pulled Ye Qiu and walked to another table.

"Poets, haven't you always wanted to know the author of "The First Close Contact"? This is Ye Qiu, Ye Shiyou. Feng Han took Ye Qiu to a table, and the poets who were still chanting poems focused on Ye Qiu's body.

Being watched by so many old men, Ye Qiu was still a little uncomfortable.

"If I pour out the water of the entire Pacific Ocean, I will not be able to extinguish the flame of my love for you.

Can the entire Pacific Ocean pour out all the water? No.

That's why I don't love you. ”

One of the "artistic" poets suddenly raised his head at a 45-degree angle and recited aloud.

To be honest, although people are artistic, when reciting poetry, there are really a few brushes, at least Ye Qiu can't do it like the other party, giving people a literary and artistic recitation.

"At the same time you received this message, I should have been on the flight to the capital......

Can you feel me smiling at you at 10,000 feet in the air?

Maybe the plane won't be able to climb to 10,000 feet today because my heart is heavy......"

As soon as the man's voice fell, another "poet" recited in a tacit manner.

I didn't care about the surprised eyes of the people at the other tables.

Then, one by one, everyone recited a paragraph, "Verse!" from "First Close Contact!"

It seemed to be like a welcome ceremony, but it made Ye Qiu feel new and strange at the same time, there was also a little bit of pride.

He suddenly felt that these people were actually very cute, maybe this was a very strange group from the outside world, but, in fact, maybe these people, they just lived in their own world.

People are like this, the first impression of a thing can easily affect the senses of this thing, and the same is true for Ye Qiu, in the previous life, those modern poets, for Ye Qiu, were definitely a very "pretending" group, but at this moment, compared to the previous "writers", these people seem to be much cuter.

"My favorite is the poem about the 'philosophy of coffee'......"

"No, no, I think it's better to ...... the song 'Dancing and Flying'"

What made Ye Qiu cry and laugh was that next, these poets seemed to have forgotten Ye Qiu's existence, and they were arguing about which poem was better.

"I think that Ye Shiyou's two poems in the book that only start are better, but it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to see the whole poem, Ye Shiyou, please fulfill it. Suddenly, Feng Han looked at Ye Qiu and said seriously.

Everyone else chimed in: "yes, it's really bad to be unsatisfied." ”

"Yes, good poems should be shared. ”

Ye Qiu scratched his head, and only opened a poem?