Quietly, two weeks passed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The micro-movie "Old Boy" has gradually lost its popularity with the passage of time, but the micro-film and song "Old Boy" have influenced countless people.

On the Kuge platform, the number of downloads of "Old Boy" is even higher now!

In just two weeks, it has exceeded 70 million downloads, and now it ranks first on the new song list!

There is a shortage of excellent songs in this world!

Therefore, Qiu Yang's songs, the terrifying number of downloads simply made all singers envious.

Today is the second Mid-Autumn Festival that Qiu Yang has experienced since coming to this world.

"Mom, I can't go back until the afternoon, and I have to participate in a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting in the morning."

"If you can't find time, don't go back, it's so hard to fly back and forth."

"Hey, how fast the plane is! It's only three hours to get home. Anyway, I've got to go out, I'm going to eat braised pork and sweet and sour pork ribs tonight! ”

"Good, good!"

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After hanging up the phone, Qiu Yang put on his leather shoes, tidied up his clothes and prepared to go out.

"Morning, Qiu Yang, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Teacher Qiu, good morning!"

"Xiaoqiu, aren't you going home during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Early in the morning, many neighbors in the community are walking and exercising, and Qiu Yang has also lived here for a while, so many people know that there is a star named Qiu Yang who lives here.

It was quite fresh at first, but later everyone found out that celebrities are actually not much different from ordinary people, especially Qiu Yang, now everyone doesn't regard him as a star, because Qiu Yang really doesn't have a star at all, if they didn't know that this guy is a star, they wouldn't believe it.

"The third master is early! I'm busy in the morning, so I'll go home in the afternoon! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, big guy! Qiu Yang greeted the neighbors happily.

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The venue of the CCTV Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club is in the Xishan Academy Resort Villa, which was contracted by CCTV today, because the distance is not very far, Qiu Yang followed the navigation and quickly arrived at the destination.

"It's a nice place!"

Qiu Yang walked in with an invitation, at this time there were already a lot of guests who participated in the poetry meeting, Qiu Yang walked in, and immediately saw a lot of people surrounding an old man, staring with bated breath as he wrote magnificent calligraphy on the rice paper on the desktop.

"The line is like flowing water, and the words are like a dragon and phoenix! Teacher Kong is really not old! ”

"That is, Mr. Kong has a lot of praise in our calligraphy industry!"

A thousand words? Qiu Yang walked over and took a look, the old man named Mr. Kong had just written the four big characters of "Xishan Academy", which was written in cursive, although Qiu Yang had not studied calligraphy, but at a glance, it could be seen that these four words were indeed well written.

"Huh? When did you come? I was about to call you! Director Hu walked over and said.

Qiu Yang said with a smile: "Just arrived." ”

At this time, someone began to notice Qiu Yang.

"Hey, isn't that guy Qiu Yang?"

"Qiu Yang? Was he a student of any master? ”

"Well, he is a director, a singer and a host, simply put, he is a star who has become more famous recently!"

"Stars? Let's have a Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, why are you inviting celebrities? ”

"You have to ask Director Du about this!"

......

"Hey, Lao Lin. The young man in the black suit is Qiu Yang, isn't there a micro-movie called "Old Boy" a few days ago that is not very popular? is the movie he planned and directed, and he sang that song. ”

"Well, I can see it. Is CCTV going to praise him now? The Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club has always invited other entertainment stars except for the host. ”

"I guess I want to have a good relationship with him! The program he planned for CCTV broke the ratings record of all variety shows, and the program advertisement was sold at a high price of nearly 600 million yuan! This kind of talent, if CCTV lets it go, it will be a loss for them. ”

......

"An entertainment star also came to join in the fun, don't tell me that he can still write a good hand and make a good poem!"

"Hey, you're thinking too much. A singer who writes songs, do you think you can write good poems? ”

"Haha, that's right."

Many people are whispering after discovering Qiu Yang, some older uncles and sisters don't know Qiu Yang, even if they have heard Qiu Yang's songs, they may not know Qiu Yang's personal information, so many people don't react when they look at Qiu Yang.

The circle of life is different, and the people and things we come into contact with are naturally different.

It's like there are several famous calligraphers and officials at the scene, but Qiu Yang doesn't know any of them!

For the conversation of these people, Qiu Yang also vaguely heard something.

He didn't have much to say about that. Xiucai met Bing, and he couldn't explain it clearly. The circles are different, so Qiu Yang doesn't bother to pay attention to whether these guys are saying good things about him or bad things about him.

It didn't take long for everyone to gather and the poetry meeting began!

The hall was filled with the smell of ink.

Several calligraphers are writing poems that they have prepared for a long time!

"The golden cinnamon is fragrant on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the full moon is soft...... What a poem! It is worthy of Kong Lao! ”

"Sister Mao's seven-character poem is also very good!"

"Looks like you're all prepared! Then I'll make a fool of myself! ”

Qiu Yang took a bunch of grapes and ate while watching with interest these uncles and aunts writing poems on the spot, the dragon flying and phoenix dancing calligraphy looked at Qiu Yang with a little envy, if he wrote, the calligraphy would be so ugly that even he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"How? Do you have a poem ready? Do you want to try it? Director Hu said with a smile.

"No, I don't know how to write poetry." Qiu Yang smiled bitterly and continued to be a grape eater.

"I'm going to make a fool of myself!" Director Hu rolled up his sleeves and said with his hands in full swing.

Well? Qiu Yang was a little surprised, and he couldn't see that Director Hu was so good.

"Lao Hu, our CCTV will rely on you to win glory!" The director of CCTV said with a smile.

"The poems prepared by Lao Hu last year were quite good, I wonder if this year will be even better?"

"I've long said that Huda is a good seedling! It's a pity that he didn't stick to this path, otherwise he would be a master calligrapher now! ”

"Don't make fun of me, I'm just an amateur." Director Hu said embarrassedly, practicing calligraphy, writing poems and writing poems is one of his hobbies, because he writes a good word and has written a few good poems, so Director Hu is also well-known in this circle.

"Looking at the Bright Moon" - It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and I go to the small attic alone. Raise the sorrowful wine, and invite Chang'e with drunken eyes. Chang'e is thousands of miles away from me, although it is far away, but you can see the bright moon. The people of Iraq are thousands of miles away from me, but they do not know the east, west, north and south. I forget to wear autumn water every year, and I don't see anyone every year. ”

Director Hu's calligraphy is very chic and beautiful, Qiu Yang silently recited this modern poem, and his heart was also in a groove, I couldn't imagine that Director Hu was in his forties, and he actually wrote such a fleshy poem!

"Old Hu! Your calligraphy is out of par! Director Du smiled.

Teacher Kong stroked his long gray beard and said: "This poem is also very ordinary, and on the whole it is much worse than last year!" ”

"Sacrifice ugliness, sacrifice ugliness!" Director Hu placed the brush awkwardly, originally he thought he could pretend to be forced, but instead of praising him, everyone complained about him.

In his opinion, his brush writing is not out of standard, and this poem is obviously very well written!

"I'll sacrifice the ugly too!" Director Du said, and the others were suddenly interested again. All around, photographers are picking the best angles to record the process.

"The moon is full during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the harmonious autumn breeze sends wishes."

"The moon cake is missing, and every household in Shenzhou gathers for joy!"

Soon, Du Taichang's poem titled "Greeting the Mid-Autumn Festival" was written, and the regular script with rules and regulations was all eye-catching!

Teacher Kong praised: "It is worthy of being a student brought out by Lao Liu, this calligraphy can be classified as a master!" However, this poem is not very good, the seven-word poem pays attention to flat rhyme, and your poem is obviously biased. ”

Director Du smiled bitterly: "It's ugly!" ”

"Director Du, won't you be the only two of you on CCTV to prepare poems this year, right?" Someone asked with a smile.

In fact, several other leaders of CCTV have also prepared poems, but they are not embarrassed to shoot at all now!

These guys are all professionals, and Director Hu and Director Du have been hit by them, so they are embarrassed to stand up now.

At this time, Director Ma, who had been married to Qiu Yang, said: "Director Qiu, you are so talented in writing songs, since you are here, you must have prepared poems too, right?" ”

No way! This guy wants to pit me!

Qiu Yang looked at Director Ma who was wearing myopic glasses, and 10,000 horses galloped past in his heart, when he first talked about cooperation with CCTV "The Masked God of Songs", this guy was always opposed, and he interjected two sentences at every turn Qiu Yang, so Qiu Yang was very impressed with him, and Qiu Yang also scolded him at that time, "How far your thoughts are, how far you go".

That's right!

Suddenly, Qiu Yang smiled and said, "Wait a while, I'll wash my hands first!" ”

After eating the last two grapes, Qiu Yang walked towards the bathroom......

Soon, Qiu Yang walked back, stood in front of the table with a calm and calm face, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink with a rusty hand, and then wrote a poem that people couldn't bear to look at directly under the disdainful and curious eyes of everyone......

"The moon of the fifteenth is round and round, and the mooncakes of the fifteenth are sweet and sweet."

"The moon of the sixteenth is rounder, and the moon cakes of the sixteenth are more convenient."

I'll go! This calligraphy is too ugly!

Your sister...... Is this poetry? You're here to be funny!

This ugly brush ......

This is a poem that makes you want to beat people up when you read it......

The crowd was speechless! Director Ma smiled disdainfully, wondering if this Qiu Yang was stupid? This bullshit poem is actually embarrassed to take it out and offer ugliness? And the writing of this brush is too sloppy and ugly!

At this time, Qiu Yang said lightly: "I haven't written a brush word for many years, so don't be surprised, this poem is just a warm-up, and then I will write a lyric that I am best at!" (To be continued.) )