Wan Yantian strode onto the stage, and under the watchful eye of the public, lifting the brush was to dance in a specific painting area.

Then, on that big screen, Wan Yantian's impromptu modern poems appeared.

"Oil Lamp in the Heart"

The oil lamp in my heart is on,

Twinkle like a star in the night sky.

The stars of heaven are shining,

It's like an oil lamp in my heart.

I've crossed the seas,

I have traveled all over the three mountains, five mountains, thousands of miles of lakes and rivers.

Behold, the majestic mountains and rivers,

Look at the shooting stars on the horizon.

Everything is a passionate life,

Everything is nothing more than an oil lamp in my heart.

As soon as the brush word fell, there was immediately a long-lasting applause all around, and even some sycophants stood up directly and applauded loudly while clapping their hands!

Applause is contagious, even the nearly 100 fans who don't know why, as well as those reporters, are also applauding, and even they don't know why they applaud, but since everyone else applauded, it would be a bit stupid not to applaud.

"Not bad!"

Another supreme god not far from the Luohe River [the second hair was cold] Yuan Youguo nodded while looking at the big screen and reading the poems lightly.

""The Oil Lamp in the Heart" is written about the oil lamp, but it expresses thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the words and rhymes of the poem and the touching feelings are there!"

"It is worthy of Wan Yantian's work, very his style and characteristics!"

On the way to comment, I saw Luohe curiously and looked over.

He also nodded his head to show goodwill, [the second hair is cold] The supreme god Yuan Wuguo, before he wrote "The Eternal Divine Comedy" and became famous, he was already a professor in the Department of Maritime Literature, and a copy of "Light Breeze Prose" sold 100,000 copies on the market in Guanghai.

It can be said that he is the most amiable of the supreme gods, and even among the great gods.

Even if Luo He's song "Poppy Beauty" slapped all their gods in the face before, he didn't have much prejudice against Luo He, in his ideology, a good work is a good work, as long as the author is not a villain who kills people and arson, he can be tolerated and forgiven.

Luohe is like this, others show favor to him, and he naturally hurries to show favor to others

This kind of god who is friendly to people and is also the supreme god of online literature, Luo He still worships it very much, because the reason why he has his current achievements is completely plug-in. If he doesn't have a super system, he's not a fart!

"Wow~"

The voice of the presenter on the podium suddenly rose up. "That's amazing!"

"The two temporary editors-in-chief and the judges in charge of the editor-in-charge gave Wan Yantian's "Oil Lamp in the Heart" a high score of 8.3, 8.4, 8.5 and 8.5 respectively!" Undoubtedly, this score is enough to make this modern poem "The Oil Lamp in the Heart" enter the final selection in advance. ”

Immediately there was applause, after the applause.

The male host then picked up the list and read with a smile: "Next, when we send Wan Yantian Supreme God off the stage, we invite the next Supreme God [Second Cold] original name Mr. Yuan Weiguo to come to the stage." ”

The popularity of the supreme god Yuan Weiguo is undoubtedly the best among the great gods, and as soon as his name was pronounced, there was immediately a long-lasting applause all around.

The applause was warm and completely sincere.

This has a great relationship with the fact that Yuan Youguo is talented and has not yet had the slightest, and is extremely kind and friendly to people!

"Mr. Luo, I'll go on stage first to show my ugliness..."

The tone is smooth, and the words are euphemistic and kind, which is obviously a recognition of Luohe's talent just now.

Luo He didn't dare to hold it up, so he quickly replied with a smile. "Come on!"

"Yes!"

This Luohe is really not the one who misunderstands the gods and despises the others, it may be just because he loves to be alone, and is misunderstood by the other gods as arrogant and arrogant.

Yuan Youguo smiled and came to the stage!

Leaving the gods below stunned.

"What just happened?"

"Our most respected and popular [Second Hair Cold] Supreme God actually greeted that arrogant Luohe boy...?

"Could it be that the Supreme God wants to rebel and abandon us?"

"What are you kidding! It's not that you don't know that the Supreme God is kind, he is like this to everyone, and he is extremely tolerant of the bad habits of talented people... Maybe it's because Luohe's song "Poppy Beauty" just now aroused his old man's love for talent!"

"Ah, what envy, jealousy, hatred!"

Luo He naturally regarded those gossip as if he hadn't heard it, and drank tea alone, looking leisurely, and the little Lori beside him frowned.

"Luohe, how do I feel that you don't have any worries and nervousness? Can't the supreme god Wan Yantian's "Oil Lamp in My Heart" enter your eyes? Or do you already have a poem in your heart that can make you confident!"

Luo He smiled mysteriously, and then rubbed a handful of oil on Xiao Loli's round and tender little face with one left hand, and smiled after raising Xiao Lori's angry eyebrows.

"Almost!"

But there is a modern poem in the original world, and Luo He feels that if he takes it out, he will be able to shock all the gods in the audience!

As soon as he was on stage, Luohe heard them talking about what kind of poem "Poppy Beauty" was, full of negative energy, although the words and sentences were beautiful and unparalleled, they were still criticized.

So Luohe wants to see if after his heart-wrenching modern poem is written, who still says that he can only write poems about the death of the country, and he will only be full of negative energy!!

Hum!!

"Cut! pretend to be deep" Little Lori was extremely dissatisfied with Luo He's pen performance at the moment, but he was helpless to be so literate, so she could only act as Luo He's follower and sit aside and sulk while holding Luo He's trophy [White Angel Necklace].

Suddenly!

A round of applause of praise rang out again.

Luo He raised his eyes and saw that the supreme god on the stage had already picked up the brush and began to write.

The Farthest Distance in China

The farthest distance on the land of China

Not the distance from the sea to Yanjing

but

I'm on the side of the sea

But I can't say to you on the other side of the sea that I miss you

The farthest distance on the land of China

It's not that I'm on one side of the sea and you're on the other side of the sea

But I can't say I miss you

but

I know that I love each other

In the middle, there is an endless sea

This poem was written in one go, and after the Supreme God wrote it in [Erfa Cold], there was a long-lasting applause all around. The applause was so intense that it made the ceiling above his head vibrate directly.

"Oh my God!] The supreme god is too good! This love poem is simply written by God!!"

"Oh my God, goosebumps are coming out of my body..."

"If the modern poem "The Oil Lamp in the Heart" that has just [descended a god] has been an extremely rare beautiful poem in the past two years, then now this "The Farthest Distance in China" has been directly sublimated to the extreme."

Wrong!!

When all the gods, fans, reporters and even editors applauded enthusiastically, only Luo He sat in place with a strange expression on his face.

'The Farthest Distance in China is not the best version!'

"This ...... Isn't it ...... "The Farthest Distance in the World"?" Luo He was a little dumbfounded (╯_╰)

But even so, Luo He still clapped his palms with hindsight.

At this moment, the supreme god on the podium is cold, he is creating on the spot, and he can write it with a wave of the brush in his hand!

"9.0, 9.1, 9.2, 9.2!"

The host was amazed. "The highest score in the game!"

"It really deserves to be our supreme god Mr. Yuan Weiguo, a love poem can write such a magical effect, before his "Eternal Divine Comedy" became famous, a "Light Breeze Prose" Guanghai sold 100,000 copies, and it was really high, and it really deserved its name!!"

The four gods are amazed!

"This poem "The Farthest Distance in China" is probably the most beautiful than modern poetry..."

"I guess so!"

"This poem is simply so charming, just singing it gently, there is a feeling of lovesick and invisible... It just reminds me of my first love..."

With your Mediterranean hairstyle and Zhu Bajie's second uncle's face, you can still have your first love?!"

"~ Don't look down on people! Although I'm disabled now, I was handsome when I was young! At least, at least it's more handsome than that Luohe over there!"

“……”

Yuan Youguo walked down amid vigorous applause, but what puzzled all the gods in the audience was that he didn't go straight back to his seat, but came to sit down opposite Luohe with a smile.

On the podium, the host did not waste time and began to read the next name on the registration form.

However, to his surprise, as soon as the name was pronounced, the little god just raised his hand [abstained], stood up and said with a wry smile: I don't want to go up and be embarrassed, just because the works of the two supreme gods just now are too good.

The host smiled bitterly, and then even abstained from reciting the names of several great gods.

Until a god with a flushed face came to the stage, he also wrote a love poem, if there is no previous "The Farthest Distance in China", his temporary modern poetry is also remarkable, but he is afraid of comparison.

The contrast between the first and the [second is cold] supreme god undoubtedly attracted a sigh from the gods in the audience.

The final rating is also a friendship score that encourages him to have the courage to take the stage: 8.0, 8.0, 8.0, 8.0

And before that, in the lobby of the audience, the supreme god Yuan Youguo looked at Luohe, who was looking at him with some doubts, and said with a smile. "I was on stage just now, and I saw that the other gods were clapping and applauding..."

"It's only you, as if you were an afterthought, and you reluctantly clapped your hands a few times... Is there anything else lacking in my poetry?!, because it has not yet received your sincere applause, Mr. Luo. ”

Yuan Youguo said very kindly, and Luo He knew that he was genuinely asking for information, which was rigorous as a scholar, not a mockery.

So Luo He also respected him very much, and asked honestly.

"Do you want to hear the truth? or a lie?"