The performance of the whole song and dance troupe went extremely smoothly and received rave reviews from the audience. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Sister, won't you go up with me?"

The younger sister leaned slightly to the soft body, and her crystal-like eyes were breathtaking. "Sister, I am naturally beautiful, sinking fish, falling geese, closing the moon, and shy flowers, and I can attract thousands of lights wherever I go, and I am blind with a pair of envious eyes. ”

There are some dim rooms in the background.,When there are no outsiders.,The attributes of my sister's dry sister are involuntarily activated.。

"I'll go up with my brother, I'm so beautiful, I attract the attention of countless people, and there's a half-dime relationship between my brother and you~"

"Hehe..."

Although I don't want to admit it, my sister seems to be saying that this is really the case!

Saying goodbye to his sister, Sun Zheng strode onto the stage.

Outside and off the stage, the first two rows are all members of the older generation of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Association for Democracy.

"The dance just now was really good, I heard that Oiran Li Lian is a graduate of a famous school..."

"Jumping is professional..."

"However, have you heard? Vientiane Publishing House, the exclusive organizer of this first [Qingming Cultural Festival], donated 1 million yuan to this Hope Primary School for a certain commercial purpose..."

"I heard that! I said I was going to promote a novel!"

"For the publication of a novel, it is really a great skill to make such a big formation - they are not afraid that all the 1 million will be wasted!!"

"After all, the physical publishing industry is in a recession now, and in comparison, online online literature is quite prosperous..."

"Hmph!" an old literati on the side, who was obviously biased against online literature, sneered and said: "It's all literary dross, and even the whole YY non-stop gibberish can be called literature??"

"Don't talk about the spicy chicken literature on the Internet, even the best-selling youth literature in the physical version is also difficult to get into the hall of elegance... Most of them are either dark in human nature, or they are intrigues and moans of young people..."

"There is no positive, thought-provoking demeanor of everyone!"

The older generation of literati around them all sighed and deeply agreed.

"This time, I came for the sake of the face of the Vientiane Publishing House and the 1 million donation event, whether the Vientiane Publishing House wants to use the 1 million for publicity, or just to sell fame and reputation to do fake charity..."

"As long as his 1 million is really spent on education and poor students, then my old bones should come forward to support him..."

"Haha...", he just couldn't help but laugh as he said that. "When I first came, I thought it was going to be boring..."

"How could I have thought, but that song "Qingming" is really a masterpiece for the ages! Just to witness its birth with your own eyes, this trip will not be a loss..."

"Haha..."The old literati on the side were all laughing. "That young man named Sun Zheng is just different. People who can write such superb poems are much better than those online spicy chicken literature and youth literature..."

"Huh!?"

"This says Cao Cao, Cao Cao... Isn't that Sun Zheng who came to the stage the seven-character quatrain of "Qingming" that day? The tough man who was with him should be the president of Vientiane Publishing House!!"

"This is to praise Sun Zheng—"

"If you can get the first place in the Qingming Poetry Fighting Meeting, he still won't let it..."

……

Background!

Three girls with very different personalities sat together, attracting the attention of countless male animals.

However, their eyes are now all focused on Sun Zheng, who has just come to power!

"Brother is so handsome!!" sister Sun Xiaoxiang.

"The idol is so handsome!!" Oiran Li Lian.

Cousin Sun Ruyi: "......"

"I said, you two are enough!!" Sun Ruyi hugged his arms like a man, and said angrily: "What's so good about that Sun Zheng!?"

"One of you is my favorite cousin, and the other is my best college art and dance classmate..."

"Can you, dare you have a little bit of interest..."

Sun Xiaoxiang's wonderful eyes glared. "Cousin, you are not allowed to bury my brother like this..."

Hmph, even if I am buried, I am the only one who can bury it-

Li Lian also put on a small face that hadn't removed her makeup after singing and dancing just now and said: "Ruyi, don't you say that I like the author, he is talented, and no one can compose poetry and writing..."

"......" Sun Ruyi suddenly became angry, and the full European pie continued to rise and fall, and the two long legs were also unhappy to turn around, and it was also unpleasant to turn around.

"Okay, okay! Sun Zheng, this kid is good at everything, and a fart is fragrant, this is all right!!"

"But..."

Sun Ruyi was puzzled and asked: "How did he run to the stage, oh Mo~ Isn't it Jin Chenxu, the boss of our Vientiane Publishing House, standing next to him?!"

"Oh! It may be that the idol's poem "Qingming" won the first prize, please go up and present the award!!" Li Lian's eyes were full of stars.

"Cut—"

Sun Ruyi said unhappily: "Isn't it just a poem?

……

In the crowd!

Sun Zheng's relatives all gathered together.

The second mother was the closest to Su Yuansu, and she asked curiously: "Writer Su, why don't you go to the front to sit..."

Su Yuansu smiled embarrassedly, I want to sit in front, but I also have my seat!!

After all, there are TV cameras all around, and it is understandable that the older generation of literati sit in front, but he is a young writer, even if he is qualified to sit on an equal footing with the old literati who judge him at the Poetry Fighting Conference.

But at such an important moment, even if he is qualified, he doesn't have that seniority!

"I'll just sit down below, anyway, the [Qingming Cultural Festival] is almost finished..."

At this time, Wang Fatzi and Qian Xiaobin sat down, and the second mother asked curiously: "What about Sun Zheng's child? I haven't seen him since just now..."

"I don't know!"

Wang Fatzi didn't know where he found a packet of spiced melon seeds, and said while knocking with Qian Xiaobin.

Su Yuansu saw Wang Fatzi and Qian Xiaobin's hanging silk, and he didn't pay attention to his image in front of people, and when the [Qingming Cultural Festival] was going on, he shook his legs while knocking melon seeds...

What kind of pot friends you have, what kind of personality you have!!

Su Yuansu despised Sun Zheng's goods in his heart...

"How can you not know?"

The second mother was in a hurry. "Su Yuan and Su Da writers have been sitting here waiting for him for a long time, and they are going to teach Sun Zheng some writing knowledge..."

"And, in the publishing world, he also has connections... If you take Sun Zhenglian offline, you can help him publish a novel!"

"But Sun Zheng, this kid, just dropped the chain at a critical time-"

"I can't even see a figure now..."

Su Yuansu said this and used it, but Wang Fatzi was very reluctant to listen to it.

I thought to myself, this propaganda and cultivation of people are other great writers, that's pretty much the same, as for this feud with Sun Zheng for almost several years, then forget it-

Wang Fatzi, who didn't want to pay attention to Sun Zheng's second mother, pulled the little Lori Sun Mengmeng on the side, and poured the remaining half of the bag of spiced melon seeds to her.

"Come on, let's knock melon seeds..."