In the inner room, a few island writers were smiling and talking about haiku, and occasionally clapping their legs when they talked about some witty sentences.

From time to time, they will grasp a word, a word to deeply appreciate and marvel.

An atmosphere that belongs exclusively to literati and artists is rendered.

Among them, Ye Yu smiled lightly and drank tea.

Obviously, he was ignored, both because others subconsciously ignored the Chinese man when talking about haiku, and because he himself rarely spoke.

However, Ye Yu was not worried, there were several people in this room who wanted him to speak.

"Miss Miki, please help me make another cup of tea." Ye Yu looked at Miki Ki and smiled.

"Okay, Ye Jun." A smile appeared on Miki Ki's beautiful face, looking very docile, a typical classical beauty of the island country.

"I heard that Ye Jun is known as 'Crazy Student' in Huaxia, but now it seems that he has a good temper and a good personality! It's not frivolous at all, but it looks so gentle! However, under the humiliation of Mr. Uemura, wouldn't it be bad to be so gentle and easy to speak? Such a thought flashed through Mikiki's mind.

By the time she picked up the teapot, her heart had become clear.

Ye Yu smiled and watched Miki Ji show the tea art, as if it was quiet in the downtown area, he was very happy, he seemed very leisurely, and faintly, an extraordinary temperament emanated.

This kind of performance naturally makes some people unhappy.

Therefore, while waiting for tea, Ye Yu also waited for the words he was waiting for.

"I don't know what Ye Jun thinks about the haiku of our island country?" Hiroshi Uemura asked with a smile.

Ye Yu listened to the introduction of haiku just now, so in Uemura Hiroshi's opinion, Ye Yu didn't understand haiku, maybe he had only heard the name "haiku" before, and he didn't even know what its requirements were.

Take a step back. Even if Ye Yu understands some haiku, where can he understand it?

It is true that he writes good novels, but fiction and poetry are two different fields.

How many novelists can write poems well?

And among the existing writers in our island country, they can write haiku well. It's just a five-finger count.

Although I heard that Ye Yu is very good at ancient Chinese poetry, the ancient poetry of China and the haiku of our island country are two different things.

The two most obvious points are the different formats and the different languages used.

Ye Yu is a Chinese after all, even if he is proficient in the island Chinese, can he still use the island Chinese as freely as he uses Chinese?

Take a step back, even if Ye Yu can write some haiku, but can he handle it?

In this room, can he handle it?

Ordinary haiku in this room can only add to the joke. Smile generously.

Therefore, even if he took two steps back, Hiroshi Uemura still felt that the victory was in his hands.

"I see that Ye Jun didn't speak just now, he must have something brewing in his heart, right? I would also like to hear about Ha's views and what his unique views are on haiku in our island country. Someone said.

"Yes, I heard that although Ye Jun is Chinese, he knows a lot about the culture of our island country and is very familiar with it. I think there are also amazing insights in haiku. Someone else said.

"Takano-kun, you're wrong, as far as I know. Ye Jun doesn't understand haiku. Hiroshi Uemura said.

First, he popularized the basic knowledge of haiku to Ye Yu, and just now he asked Ye Yu what his "high opinion" about haiku, and now he said that Ye Yu does not understand haiku, so there are some contradictions in the statement, and suddenly, a strong sense of provocation and targeting emanated.

Because. His previous behavior and his current sentence are simply telling everyone clearly - the "high opinion" in my previous words is to be put in quotation marks! Not really!

It's like just complimenting you on being pretty, and the next thing is -- you're actually ugly, and I'm saying you're pretty out of politeness.

Hiroshi Uemura has been boycotting Ye Yu in the media. I already had the intention of humiliating Ye Yu and making him ugly, but when I saw Ye Yu's demeanor just now, I was very unhappy, so I naturally behaved more clearly.

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

There was only the sound of boiling water, the sound of the wind whirring outside the house, and the crisp and pleasant sound of the deer crashing from time to time.

Kitano and Shingo Uehara drank some cold tea and didn't speak at this moment.

They are highly respected seniors in the literary world, even if they see a few people targeting Ye Yu, they will not participate in the stirring.

Moreover, Ye Yu is a Chinese after all, not an island country, so let him suffer hardships, make a fool of himself, and see the broad and profound culture of our island country, so as not to let him underestimate the culture of our island country.

Thinking so, the two of them were noncommittal, and just watched from the sidelines.

Inside the house, except for Miki Ki, who was making tea, and the four maids who bowed their heads and didn't dare to speak, everyone else looked at Ye Yu.

Under the gaze of everyone's different eyes, Ye Yu withdrew his gaze that was admiring the tea ceremony, turned his head to look at the other people, stayed on Uemura Hao for a second, smiled faintly, and said, "Gao Jian can't talk about ......."

Uemura Hao pouted slightly in his heart - of course you can't talk about any high opinions! Everyone asked you to talk about your "high opinion", do you really think you can tell a "high opinion"?

Noticing the subtle change in Uemura Hiroshi's expression at that moment, Ye Yu changed his words and said with a smile: "I'll just write a few haikus directly." ”

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed slightly, and their hearts were in an uproar.

Listening to Ye Yu's first sentence just now, everyone thought he was modest, but after listening to the second sentence, where is this modesty!

In this room, in front of two top writers of the island country, four first-class writers of the island country, say, "I'll just write a few haiku", this is not a poem, it is "a few songs", this is modesty?

This is not hubris, or foolishness!

"Huh...... Then we will listen to Ye Jun's masterpiece. Hiroshi Uemura said, the word "masterpiece" was bitten very hard, and he sneered in his heart.

He didn't believe it at all!

Ye Yu didn't care, stood up, slowly walked out of the house, came to the side of the wood, and looked up at the cherry blossoms flying outside.

The weather in Tokyo in March is unpredictable, with an average temperature of about 5 to 15 degrees, and today the sun is high, and Ye Yu feels a little hot even if he is just wearing a thin down jacket.

At this time, there were already butterflies in the courtyard.

Looking at the butterflies flying among the flower branches, Ye Yu pondered for a while, and slowly chanted: "Falling flower branches." ”

(Translated as "Look at the falling flowers and return to the flower branches, it turns out to be a butterfly.") Ahem, please ignore the translation, the Japanese haiku translated into Chinese, although not as outrageous as the translation of ancient Chinese poems into English, has also lost a lot of charm. In addition, some of the kanji in the original haiku text should be in traditional Chinese. ）

――(To be continued......)