81. The old lady's birthday

Time passed little by little, and the 20th was approaching, and Ding Feng naturally did not forget the birthday of the old lady of the Xia family. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

He also once went to learn about the identity of the old lady of the Xia family.

It is the whole of China, the famous poet, Xia Xinde!

Xia Xinde is a poet of the hazy school, and in the entire Chinese poetry circle, it can be described as Taishan Beidou.

And Ding Feng has also read Xia Xinde's poems, which are not much different from some classics in his previous life.

Compared with Zhao Yuehua, Zhou Jianlin, and Li Sheng, they are all first-class, and they are all equal, and he Xia Xinde is an existence of the same level as Xie Lingfeng!

After all, a poem by Xia Xinde back then was worth a thousand gold!

A poem at its peak, the original manuscript is even more expensive!

And this kind of person, naturally giving gifts can't be vulgar.

This also stumped Ding Feng, after all, he was not very good at choosing, and in the end, it was Zhao Weier who helped him choose a piece of warm jade.

The next day, Ding Feng put on a refreshing Adidas casual suit.

Then followed the two people, got into the car, and drove to the villa area on the outskirts of the capital.

Ding Feng naturally has a holiday here, and the lowest one is seven million!

Among them, the best flowing water people are sold for 23 million!

Ding Feng looked at this kind of villa area, and the security guards equipped with it were respectful.

The greenery designed by the master, the quiet streets, there is no obvious smell of money, but there is a hint of power everywhere.

Until the door of Xia Mo's house, the area is much larger than when he first entered the villa area, and it is in the center of the villa area.

At the door, there are luxury cars parked, Audi A6, BMW X6 and other classes can be described as the lowest grade.

Among them, there are many Faraday, Lamborghini, and some brands that Ding Feng does not recognize.

Ding Feng was a little excited in his heart, and secretly thought: "In the future, I will also let my parents live in this kind of house!" Get in a car like this! I definitely want to walk in on my own instead of being ushered in! ā€

Ding Feng said secretly, setting such a small goal for himself in his heart.

He now has about three million in his bank card, but looking at this house and luxury car, a deep sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously.

After all, his three million may be just the price of a car tire or even a painting modification.

But what Ding Feng didn't know was that what he was comparing today was the top richest people in the entire capital, as well as some writers who stood at the top!

The two men got out of the car and walked towards the house.

As soon as I entered the house, the retro-style decoration revealed a faint ancient charm.

And in the center, a pair of calligraphy hangs there, the pen walks the dragon, the momentum of the majestic mountains and rivers, revealing between the lines.

And in the lower right corner, the nominee is "Xia Xinde"!

"Good word!" Ding Feng sighed secretly in his heart, and thought in his heart: "It seems that this old man is not only not simple in poetry, but also not low in terms of attainments in books!" ā€

Ding Feng nodded, and Xia Mo said, "Let's go, today's birthday banquet is in the backyard." ā€

"Yes." Ding Feng and Zhao Weier nodded, Zhao Weier was wearing a white evening dress today, which was more solemn than Ding Feng's casual clothes.

But after all, it's a birthday banquet, and it's not solemn.

There weren't many people in the backyard, only about twenty, and as soon as he arrived in the backyard, Ding Feng noticed an acquaintance.

Xie Lingfeng!

And next to Xie Lingfeng, there was a man standing, who was also extremely casual, exuding a unique aura of literati.

Xie Lingfeng obviously saw Ding Feng as well, so he took the man and walked towards Ding Feng, Zhao Wei'er said hello to Xia Mo and Xie Lingfeng, and walked to the center of the courtyard.

"Ding Feng, are you here too?"

Xie Lingfeng was a little surprised, after all, Ding Feng's identity is logically not known by many people, and even if Xia Xinde knew, he would not be invited to him.

After all, it's just a new, emerging genius writer.

"Well, I was invited by Xia Mo."

Xie Lingfeng glanced at Xia Mo, and then glanced at Zhao Wei'er, who was obviously related to Ding Feng in the venue, probably understood what was going on, so he nodded.

"I have something, you two talk first, and I'll be back soon."

Xie Lingfeng looked at an old man who came out from behind, his eyes lit up, he said hello to the two of them, and left.

The two men nodded.

"May I ask who you are?"

Ding Feng looked at the man on the side, asked him, and thought: Instructor Xie is really good, and he won't introduce him before leaving.

The man was obviously a little arrogant, and snorted softly, "I'm Kiss Wind!" Boy, you've probably heard of my name! In the entire Chinese science fiction world, no one can press me! ā€

Ding Feng was stunned for a moment, kissing the wind, this is so embarrassing!

Kiss Feng looked at Ding Feng, with a faint jealousy in his eyes.

He didn't understand why a hairy boy was worth coming over to Xie Lingfeng.

And listening to Ding Feng's title, it seems that it is just Xie Lingfeng's soldiers?

However, when I saw Ding Feng's appearance, I smiled a little in my heart, thinking: It seems that my name is still very loud.

"Uh...... I've heard ......" Ding Feng smiled awkwardly, a little entangled in his heart, not knowing whether to confess his identity. "But I seem to have heard that an author named Luzhou Yue has stabilized you?"

Ding Feng finally decided not to confess his identity, but for the sentence in the entire Chinese science fiction world, no one can suppress him, he was still a little dissatisfied, and said directly.

When Kiss Feng heard this, he looked a little embarrassed, and then said: "Then I deliberately released the water in order to help the newcomers, if I go all out and the sales channel is fully opened, he will not be my opponent at all!" ā€

In a word, the face is not red and the heart is not beating, but the kiss wind is very clear in his heart, Luzhou Moonlight is enough to hang himself for a few streets with a copy of "Ender's Game"!

"Oh, that's it, I see, you're really good."

Ding Feng said meaningfully, with a deep suspicion in his eyes.

Looking at Ding Feng's appearance, the kiss wind couldn't help but start boasting.

"What I said is true!"

"Yes, it's all true." Ding Feng glanced at the wind, he read "Psychedelic Planet" yesterday, and the writing was not bad.

But according to Kiss Wind, compared to "Ender's Game", the gap is still very large, which is like, a Santana and Faraday said, I can outrun you!

It's a joke completely, after all, not every bad car is called Wuling Hongguang.

Looking at Ding Feng's appearance, Kiss Feng was a little anxious, but at this time, Xie Lingfeng walked back, looked at the two of them, and asked, "How is it, Ding Feng, how are you talking to Kiss Wind?" Did you ask him about the things in the book? ā€

Xie Lingfeng felt that although Ding Feng was a genius writer, he was not as good as a veteran writer in some places, and Kiss Feng could still guide Ding Feng in some places.

"Yo, you're a writer too? I'll help you see what books you've written. ā€

Kiss Wind heard this sentence and hurriedly changed the topic. But Xie Lingfeng felt that something was wrong.

"Are you sure?"

Ding Feng's face was a little strange and looked at Kiss Wind.

"Sure!"

Kissing Feng felt a little bad in his heart, but then he thought: "Not everyone is called Luzhou Yue, and if he was Lu Zhouyue, he wouldn't be like that just now." ā€

"Well, I recently wrote a book called Ender's Game."

"Oh, Ender's Game, the name ......"

Suddenly, Kiss Feng was stunned, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar, and then thought about it carefully, embarrassed......

PS. Asking for recommendation votes, rolling all over the ground for recommendations, my heart is bitter!