Forenoon.

Beijing Radio Station.

The auditorium on the top floor was overcrowded, and many radio frequency anchors and staff came, and all the columns gave the green light to today's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Competition.

Zhang Ye has a stomachache and squats in the bathroom on the top floor, maybe he has eaten too much instant noodles these days, and the instant noodles man also has times when he can't hold on, and his stomach rebels. While squatting on the tuba, he took his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and found that the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Contest of the radio station had been in full swing, not only his radio website was already in full swing, but also some other large forums and portals had also made advertisements. Today is a legal holiday, most men, women and children are resting at home, spending the festival with relatives and friends, noon is the time for everyone to have dinner and chat, idle is also idle, listening to the poetry meeting is not a choice, the radio station chose to hold the poetry meeting at this time is still good, the time period is very good.

There was a heated discussion on the Internet, and there were countless messages.

"Poetry Club?

"This must be heard!"

"Last year, the Tianjin Radio Station did a good job, and there were a lot of good poems. ”

"Ha, it's even more powerful this year, didn't I see that the teachers of the Writers' Association are here, I estimate that at least one classic Mid-Autumn Festival poem has been obtained. ”

There are also people who have heard of yesterday's Weibo scolding war, or who know Zhang Ye.

"Huh, Meng Dongguo, Little Red Mushroom, who wrote fairy tales, also went? There is still Da Lei on the list, and the poet who despises Teacher Zhang Ye?"

"Ha Lu Ha!

"That's right, I remember that Zhang Ye is from the Beijing Radio Station, right? Today's literary frequency is also broadcast? Teacher Zhang Ye also has to go to the scene, right?"

"yes, that's right!"

"I just met it today after scolding yesterday, it's not that the enemies don't get together!"

"Will Mr. Zhang also come on stage to give a speech? I'm looking forward to it!"

"I don't know what to do, I don't see him on the list, they are all people from the association!"

There are supporters of Zhang Ye's poetry, of course, more fans of Meng Dongguo's teachers, that is, people who do not agree with Zhang Ye's literary literacy!

"Are you still not convinced? What about Zhang Ye?"

"Don't pay attention to those people, if you can't understand them at all, you will be water!"

"It's right that there is no Zhang Ye on the list, what the teachers said yesterday is already very clear, this person is grandstanding, where will he write any poems and songs, such a big occasion, such a big Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, or a live show, isn't it a joke to let Zhang Ye come on stage, his poems deceive those who don't know how to do it, forget it, and those who really know how to do it all laugh and say nothing, and then let others laugh off their big teeth. ”

"Hehe, let Zhang Ye go up, he probably won't dare to go up!"

"That's right, don't do this porcelain job without this diamond!"

"I hope Zhang Ye will go up, I haven't compared it before, and I can't see his true face clearly, this time so many teachers are here, let everyone see what is the real poetry, Zhang Ye's three-legged cat poem must show its original form, let the teachers teach and teach the younger generations!"

"Yes!"

"What kind of thing is Zhang Ye!"

"This kind of person is a showman, I guess he will definitely not dare to go on stage today, have you seen those sentences of Zhang Ye's scolding? Your sister, a literati, a poet, where is there such a scolding? At first glance, there is no temperament that a literati should have, the teachers are right, he can't write poetry!"

Basically, they all questioned Zhang Ye, he didn't watch it anymore, and went out of the bathroom after disconnecting the net.

The finale came to all important people, and seeing that the poetry meeting was about to start, some leaders from the stage and invited guests from the writers' association entered one after another.

Zhang Ye happened to meet them at the door.

Deputy Director Jia smiled and led them inside, "Chairman Meng, this is our auditorium, I remember you came here before yesterday, right?"

Meng Dongguo is a fat man of forty or fifty years old, and he has a lot of hair, so he nodded and said: "I came here once, that time was a meeting, and I haven't seen Director Jia for two years, my brother's demeanor is still the same, it hasn't changed at all, I can't do it, look at this wrinkle." ”

Deputy Director Jia seems to have a good relationship with him, "Ha Luha, you have it, what has my hair fallen into, you are still the same." ”

At this time, a group of little girls in the stage saw them and rushed up!

"Teacher Meng, you are Teacher Meng, right?" A twenty-year-old girl was very excited, she stopped her work and rushed up when she was debugging the outside line, "I am your fan, I especially like your poems, my mother often read your poems to me when I was a child, I really grew up listening to your works, hey, I'm so excited, so excited, you, can you sign me?"

Deputy Director Jia waved his hand, "It's going to start soon." ”

Meng Dongguo said: "Brother who has nothing to do, it doesn't take time to sign a name, come, little girl." ”

The girl got her wish and asked for an autograph, and then went away happily.

Seeing that Meng Dongguo was so good at talking, several girls and young people suddenly came up to ask for autographs.

There are also people who run to the back, and regardless of whether the leader wants it or not, they all find their idols and favorite teachers to ask for autographs.

"Aunt Little Red Mushroom, you, I, I want an autograph, I grew up listening to your fairy tales, and I like you very much!" said a young man.

Xiaohong Mushroom is also a little fat, but she is dressed very beautifully and young, and her face is kind: "Okay, where can I sign for you?"

"Teacher Da Lei!" someone over there came up again, "Your poems have always been on my mobile phone desktop, can I take a photo with you?"

Da Lei is the kind of tall and strong Northeast man, and his accent also has a strong Northeast accent, I remember that he said that he was from Beijing, maybe he grew up in the Northeast, "Then what's the problem!"

Signed, group photo.

It is no wonder that everyone is very famous in Beijing, and the radio station is a Beijing-wide broadcast, and sometimes their works are broadcast, so the staff are no strangers to these teachers, and some of them are also admired.

Big Thunder, Meng Dongguo, Little Red Mushroom?

Among the dozen or so people in the back, listening to the shouts of fans, it seems that there is still a romance writer Zheng Anbang?

Aren't these all the people who scolded themselves yesterday, hey, okay, all of them are here today?

Zhang Ye deeply forgot about them, remembered the faces of several people, and suddenly, someone from behind called him.

"Teacher Zhang Ye, hey, I can find you, the seat is reserved for you, our literary frequency is in the middle and back rows, I'll take you over." A young man who has just joined the literary broadcasting department.

"Okay, let's go. Zhang Ye followed up in the auditorium.

Zhang Ye?

Is he Zhang Ye?

As soon as they heard this, Meng Dongguo, Da Lei Xiaohong Mushroom and others all looked over.

Da Lei didn't understand the situation yet, and he didn't have much impression of this name, but when he saw Meng Dongguo's expression, Da Lei remembered the name and asked, "Which Zhang Ye? The one who wrote the so-called modern poems?"

Little Red Mushroom said, "Yes." ”

Deputy Director Jia confirmed: "It's him, what's wrong?"

Da Lei said: "He works at a radio station? ”

Zheng Anbang said to Deputy Director Jia: "It's nothing to do with Director Jia, but I talked about him on the Internet yesterday, he doesn't know how to write poetry at all, and what he writes is not called literature, Chairman Meng said a few words to him as a senior, but he was still quite unconvinced, not modest at all, and wrote a poem to refute, what do you say this is called? Chairman Meng and we, as people who have come over, kindly taught him a few words, and he still doesn't appreciate it, and he is kind as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Deputy Director Jia suddenly smiled and said: "Zhang Ye is a newcomer, so it's okay to write ghost stories, but writing poems ...... How can I compare with a few of you, hehe. ”

Meng Dongguo shook his hand, "Don't talk about him, brother, let's go in?"

"Let's go, it's almost over. Deputy Director Jia and several small leaders in the station beckoned them into the auditorium and sat in the first row.

People around you, you look at me, I look at you.

"Did you see Zhang Ye meager yesterday?"

"Look, I didn't expect them to all run into each other today!"

"I think this is going to be an accident, who doesn't know what kind of temper Mr. Zhang Ye has, when did he not go out of the situation where he is? ”

"No, it's not going to fight. ”

"The literati are light, and the people in the writers' association don't say that Zhang Ye doesn't understand literature, according to the character of Teacher Xiao Zhang, he can endure it, who is Teacher Xiao Zhang? That is the master who dares to scold his colleagues, that is the master who dares not to give face to the leaders of the stage, you look at it, I think I will definitely not be able to live in peace today." ”

On other radio frequencies, Zhang Ye is also very famous now, and everyone knows it when they mention it, so after learning about this situation, they always have a feeling that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

……

Middle and back rows in the auditorium.

Zhang Ye sat in his seat, Wang Xiaomei on the left, Wu Datao on the right, he had a conflict with Wu Datao, naturally there was nothing to say, Wang Xiaomei was notoriously not talkative, and he didn't usually have much communication with Zhang Ye, so Zhang Ye had to look down at his mobile phone.

Yes, the cell phone signal is not good.

The auditorium may be so well soundproofed that the signal is also blocked.

Zhang Ye got it several times before he connected to the Internet, and looked at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry selection interface on the official website of the radio, and now it has actually begun, many listeners, friends and people from all walks of life have sent their own works, some write ancient poems, some write lyrics, some modern poems, and some original songs about the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are no prizes in this competition, but there are honors, if you can get the top three, it will definitely be famous in the circle, so there are many people involved.

However, the content is not flattering.

"Moon, my moon, you are so beautiful......"

"During the Mid-Autumn Festival, every family eats moon cakes, and after eating one, they eat another. ”

Zhang Ye almost burst into tears when he saw it, the voting session has been opened, but even the poems that rank first in the voting now are very average and of low quality.

Boom.

The door to the auditorium was closed.

The last bit of the signal on the mobile phone was also blocked, and he couldn't access the Internet, so Zhang Ye had to put away the mobile phone and think about how to correct his name!

My poems are not good?

My poems are not literary?

This is not only a denial of Zhang Ye, but also a denial of his famous masters of literati and ink in the world, Zhang Ye is really ridiculous for them, this is also in this world world, if it is Zhang Ye, Meng Dongguo and they dare to question these words?