After writing, Su Cao glanced at the young man and instructed: "For the sake of your youth, I won't worry much about you, I don't have any ability, don't say such things, it's easy to offend people, send you a small poem, I hope you will encourage yourself in the future." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Throwing down these words, Su Cao turned around and left.

Don't look at Su Cao, who is twenty-five or sixteen years old, but he has experienced too much.

and has been at the top of the program group for a long time, so he can't help but be a little old-fashioned when he speaks.

"Yo he, let me encourage myself, my tone is not small, and I am not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue, and I dare to say anything."

As the young man spoke, he picked up the blank piece of paper on which Su Cao had written just now.

After he watched it, he didn't speak for a long time, and his face was blue and white.

"What's written??"

There were already a lot of people watching the excitement and young people's actions, and they asked one after another.

Ma Lao also felt strange, why didn't the young man who was still whining just now not move.

Sneaking a glance at the content on the white paper, Ma Lao was also a little surprised.

There was only one poem on the white paper.

Komatsu

From the small thorns in the deep grass, now gradually feel the basil.

At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited until Lingyun was high.

The poem is very simple, and it is also a seven-word quatrain, and the meaning is also very clear, but people can't help but feel emotional when they read it.

"Grass fucking! You dare to scold me!! The young man crumpled the white paper, threw it out, and scolded angrily!

The people watching the excitement next to him were not afraid of big things, so they picked up the paper ball and took a look, and even read it out loud.

This song Komatsu, the meaning is obvious, it is used to scold people, and at the same time it sets off the author's feelings.

Many people laughed when they saw it.

"Who is this, it's very interesting, I don't scold, I just wrote a poem."

"Well, you're quite talented."

"This person has a very high emotional intelligence, he doesn't scold people directly, but writes such a poem on the spot, the original intention is to show his hand."

As soon as someone explained this, everyone suddenly realized that there was such a meaning.

They all gave a thumbs up to those who saw this.

And this person smiled, and hurriedly talked to the people around him for a while, "You're polite, you're polite, I just said this casually, the contemptible Wang Qiang, from Shanxi, screenwriter, I hope you will take care of me." ”

When everyone looked at it, they knew that he was a very good man in camping.

I actually took this opportunity to take out my business card and distribute it to everyone.

And everyone was also in the praise just now, so they could only take it, and they thought a little higher about this Wang Qiang in their hearts.

An An Film and Television is here.

The young man was choked enough, and went straight back to the lounge at the back, and smashed the phone to pieces as soon as he entered the room!

"Grass! I just want to come out and have fun, and I encounter this kind of thing, that kid don't let me see it, and promise to let him know that offending me is definitely a very unwise choice! ”

At this time, Ma Lao also followed, and when he saw the broken mobile phone on the ground, he was quite helpless.

This young man is not ordinary, he is the only son of the company's boss named E Meng.

E Meng has always lived abroad, luxury cars and villas, fights and brawls, and there seems to be nothing he dare not do.

Because some time ago, he stabbed the basket abroad, and E Meng was called back to China by his father.

"Meng Shao, don't be angry, in that case, if you say a few words, you'll be fine, why bother looking for that kind of person." Ma Lao comforted.

E Meng turned his head, sat on the chair, and pointed out angrily, "Did I say something wrong?" He didn't even dare to show his face, it was obvious that he was weak-hearted! What kind of big cloves of garlic are there, maybe they have done some bad things, and they are afraid that people will recognize them. ”

While scolding, he got up and left, and said to Ma Lao: "I won't stay here anymore, go to my father's side to have a look." ”

Ma Lao watched the plague god leave, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaving the area on the right, Su Cao was also quite depressed.

The good mood was ruined by the young man just now.

In the blocking stage, it doesn't matter whether Su Cao wears sunglasses or not.

But in his own heart, he can't get around it, and he always feels that wearing sunglasses will make him feel more at ease.

At this time, on the high platform in front of the left area, a shrill microphone sound sounded, attracting the attention of many people.

Su Cao also looked over and found that there were many gray-haired old men sitting behind the table on the high platform, full of spirit and red faces.

There are a few people Su Cao still knows, and when he used to do a show, under the arrangement of the TV station, he specifically asked each other questions.

Finding a secluded corner, Su Cao sat down and listened carefully to the people on the stage.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a light gray suit walked up to the podium.

The middle-aged man slapped the microphone twice with his hand, looked towards the audience, and said with a smile: "Welcome to the literary forum summit held by the Chinese Literature Association, I am Zhang Wei, vice president of the Chinese Literature Association." ”

Suddenly, there was laughter in the audience.

"Don't laugh, this name, there are not 100 million in the whole of China, there are tens of millions, it's not surprising at all."

Zhang Wei looked at the audience with a smile and said: "This literary forum summit, as usual, everyone spoke freely, and before that, we also arranged many famous writers to give lectures, which is a rare learning opportunity for everyone." ”

"Moreover, in the area over there, you can also find your favorite nationally renowned publishing houses, film and television companies, discuss cooperation, create a better future, and make a contribution to the literary cause of China."

Then, Vice President Zhang Weiyang said a lot of words, all of which were official words on some scenes.

The people below were also very cooperative, and the applause was enthusiastic, as if they had really benefited a lot.

"Okay, if it's redundant, I won't say anything, this time, we invited it, Chang Peiyuan, a professor at Shuimu University, everyone knows that his name is like thunder, and he can be seen in many places, and when I hear it, I won't introduce it much, so let's let Professor Chang Peiyuan come up and say a few words."

Chang Peiyuan, Su Cao knows, he has attacked himself on the Internet before, and it is far-fetched to say that his "Dream of Red Mansions" has any basis at all.

Su Cao generally doesn't pay much attention to these things.

Because I write my own book, not for these scholars, but for the masses.

The masses said that it was only when it was good that it mattered.

As for these self-proclaimed knowledgeable writers, they are dispensable.

After speaking, Zhang Wei got off the podium.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man in his forties walked up, his hair was combed shiny, meticulous, his face was serious, and his eyes directly scanned the audience, very much the demeanor of a scholar and teacher.

"Very happy, communicate with you, I am Chang Peiyuan, a professor at Mizuki University, responsible for the ancient poetry and other courses of the Chinese Department, usually very busy with work, a few days ago, Vice President Zhang Wei personally found me, let me tell you a few words, I am a little flattered, I can only talk about some clichés here to everyone."

Chang Peiyuan spoke very casually, sat behind the podium, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's not a big deal, I love to study some ancient literature, and my favorite thing has always been Hongxue, so today I will tell you about Hongxue." ”