After thinking about it for a long time, the people who were eating in the restaurant began to get up and go out one after another, Wang Qiushi was stunned for a moment, and then reacted:

The poetry party is about to begin!

Is that a person going to visit the capital?

Or go to the poetry club alone?

Wang Qiushi weighed it in his heart, and the balance was tilted in favor of the Poetry Club, after all, the Poetry Club does have an irresistible attraction for a person who likes literature.

Walking out of the restaurant, Wang Qiushi didn't have to find a way, and walked directly along the crowd.

The young man Jia Shuai said that it was not bad at all, he didn't walk a few steps along the street, and the crowd turned around, and walked into the courtyard of an old building with an old style.

The group of poets walked up the stairs and up the second floor, where they swarmed into a spacious conference room.

Wang Qiushi followed in, and the first thing that caught his eye was two red banners hanging on the wall, one of which read "Warmly celebrate the successful holding of the XX XX Poetry Conference", and the other wrote "Warmly welcome poet comrades from all over the world".

It was signed by the Beijing Modern Poetry Association and the XX District Cultural Center.

These two should be the organizers.

Wang Qiushi was watching, only to see a few hosts and hosts of the organizers coming in from outside the door, holding a stack of paper and a stack of pens in their hands, and began to distribute them to everyone.

Soon arrived at Wang Qiushi's place, Wang Qiushi took it and took a look, only to see that it was a data registration form, with only a few simple columns on it, namely name, gender, age, place of origin, works, etc., which was probably only used to record the poet's information.

After filling out the form, the etiquette took the information form back.

Wang Qiushi was idle and bored, and began to walk around the conference room, and soon found many poems on the other wall.

The quality of the poems is very good, there is no problem of moaning without disease in later generations, Wang Qiushi was fascinated by it, and he felt that his shoulder was patted on the shoulder.

As soon as Wang Qiushi turned his head, he saw a face that he had seen in the morning.

Little young Jia Shuai!

"Sure enough, it's you, Brother Wang! I just said that I looked familiar......

Jia Shuai's eyebrows fluttered, beaming with joy, as if he had encountered something good.

Wang Qiushi smiled and said:

"I wanted to go out and walk around, but I was involuntarily squeezed here......

He also saw it now, this Jia Shuai is a self-acquaintance, and his joy and anger are unhindered on his face, and he is probably also a straightforward and fast-talking character, so he speaks casually.

Although the two had only seen each other for a few minutes, there was no estrangement at all.

"That's right!"

Jia Shuai clapped his hands and said happily: "This capital can turn around at any time, but this poetry club can only be once a year, and if you miss it, you can't catch it back, so you have to regret it......... Brother Wang, if you want to transfer, I will accompany you in a few days, I am a native here, and I am familiar with ......."

As he spoke, Jia Shuai changed the topic, looked at the poems on the wall, and said with envy:

"Brother Wang, do you also see this?

Wang Qiushi nodded, and commented from the perspective of future generations:

"Yes, the poetry club is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, these poems are really a bit of a level!"

Not bad?

Quite a big tone!

Thinking it was a joke, Jia Shuai grinned and gave a thumbs up:

"Brother Wang really has a style! This comment, tsk......"

As he spoke, he turned his head with envy, stared at the poetry on the wall, and smacked his lips:

"If I could write such a song in my life and stick it on this wall, my father would not be happy to die......"

Get!

Wang Qiushi shook his head and looked around, only to see that the poets around him were gathering in groups and discussing in a low voice.

Jia Shuai had already taken back his gaze staring at the wall, followed Wang Qiushi's line of sight, and said:

"These people gathered together are all from a poetry club or genre, and the younger ones over there are the Youth Poetry Society...... Next to it is the elite of the Dongfeng Poetry School, an old brand, whose strength is considered hard...... In the middle is the Jiuye Poetry School, which is also the core of the Modern Poetry Association, and can win the top few events every year...... Also, there are women's poetry schools in the corner, and there are some small poetry schools and small poetry clubs, not to mention. ”

Wang Qiushi didn't expect that there were so many genres among the small hundred poets, and he couldn't help but be a little speechless.

"Eh, by the way, don't you have a poetry group too?"

Wang Qiushi suddenly remembered what he said at breakfast, his eyes lit up, and he asked with interest.

Speaking of his poetry club, Jia Shuai shook his hair in a chic manner and said quite proudly:

"Our poetry club is called the May Poetry Society, which has a history of almost three years, and its members have exceeded 30...... Don't think it's small, our requirements are very strict......"

Saying that, Jia Shuai smiled again and said:

"Just now, I recruited another one, and I guess it's not bad......"

Wang Qiushi suddenly realized, and said with a smile:

"No wonder you're so happy, it turns out that you have a performance......"

Hearing Wang Qiushi's praise, Jia Shuai continued to say proudly:

"That's right, I'm one of the vice presidents of our poetry club, by the way, Lao Wang, do you want to consider our poetry club, I can put some water for you......"

Saying that, Jia Shuai squeezed his eyes at Wang Qiushi, with a look of eating meat mixed with me.

Wang Qiushi was about to laugh and refuse, when he saw a group of people walking outside, about a dozen or so, most of them were elderly and middle-aged, they looked extraordinary, and at first glance they were in a high position or not low status, among which there were two young people, who were full of energy and were quite eye-catching in the crowd.

Seeing this group of people coming in, the surrounding poets all brushed out of the way, and some of the older ones began to say hello.

Not.

It seems that it is the old-timers and leaders of this poetry meeting!

Wang Qiushi was thinking about it, and Jia Shuai on the side had already whispered:

"Lao Wang, do you see, this is the host and judge of this event......"

This guy is really slippery!

In the morning, it was still Mr. Wang, Brother Wang, and now they have all developed into Lao Wang!

Wang Qiushi smiled dumbly, and saw Jia Shuai secretly stretch out his finger and introduce:

"Look at the four in front, they are all veterans of the Modern Poetry Association, with a respected status, which ordinary people don't usually see, and those old poets who can talk to them are the only ones...... The smiling man with glasses in the back was Director Jia of the Cultural Center...... Then there is the current president of the Poetry Association, who is just in his early forties...... In the end, those two who are the same age as me, it is said that they are the tall feet that the president has just received, tsk, they are both geniuses, why don't we have that life......"

In the end, Jia Shuai looked at the two young disciples and smashed his mouth.

Wang Qiushi looked at the patriarchs who were surrounded by poets, touched his chin and said:

"Didn't you say there was a game?

"Of course!"

Jia Shuai also looked at the crowd, the excitement in his eyes was irrepressible, and he was obviously already excited about the upcoming game.