Wang Zishuai has been staying at home for the past two days and has not gone out, in addition to the code word is to understand the world thoroughly, of course, the most important thing is to understand the aspect that will be involved in the future, leisure is to practice songs, the music dream that was not realized in the previous life, here he will be realized. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The conditions of this body are good, including voice and vocal range, I know so many famous songs, how can I not spread them, and this is also one of my hobbies and dreams.

"Boss, give me a copy of the Poetry periodical." Hong is also a standard literary and artistic youth, after graduating from college, he started his own business and opened his own milk tea shop in Sujiang, and the improvement is also very good.

He prefers poetry to articles. The weekly issue of "Poetry" is his most important spiritual food, because "Poetry" is the most authoritative magazine in the country in this field, and many well-known poets will contribute to it.

Because of this, Hung Ye can often find works on it that make his eyes shine, and he sometimes publishes his own works, which he insists on for a year, but only one can be published in the magazine, and the typesetting is at the end, which excites him more than he sells 300 cups of milk tea a day.

"I'm sorry, all the "Poetry" magazines I entered today are sold out." The newsstand owner replied.

"Sold out? This "Poetry" is not a very popular thing, is it? How did it sell out so quickly? Hongyi looked at the newsstand owner suspiciously, and asked, "It can't be the boss, you forgot to buy the goods, right?" ”

Hongyi often came to him to buy magazines, and when the newsstand owner heard this, he immediately became anxious and said: "You have been buying the "Poetry" literature from me for almost a year, don't you know my reputation?" Hong Yi heard this, thought about it - this year, the boss has indeed never forgotten to buy, so he nodded and said, "Well, that's right." So why is it gone today? Is it less in? ”

When the boss heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Where is the lack of entry?" It comes according to the previous purchase volume. It's just that today there is a very, very good poem in the "Poetry" magazine, and many people say that this is the best poem written this year. And this new poet is also more popular, so the number of people who buy it has skyrocketed. Alas, I knew that I would have made a lot of money less today! When Hong Yi heard this, he immediately pouted and said, "The best poem of the year?" Even if it is true, compared with Mr. Boy's "Young Man Says", it is estimated that it is weak. I thought I was shocked! It's a pity that after this, Mr. Young has no more works. Alas! However, after doing the math, it's only half a month since "Youth Says", and I'm too greedy. Those well-known poets can produce a classic poem in a few years, which is good! ”

The newsstand owner looked at Hongyi strangely and said, "That poem...... It's also Mr. Boy's. ”

"Oh, Mr. Boy...... What the?! Mr. Boy's new work? it! Then you're still here fooling around with me, wasting my time. I've got to get to the next newsstand! Dropping such a sentence, Hong Yi ran away in a smoke, leaving only the newsstand owner who was messy in the wind behind him - it turns out that literary and artistic young people can run so fast!

After looking for several newsstands in a row, Hong Yicai got his wish and bought this issue of "Poetry".

As soon as I got my hand, I saw a line of big words printed on the cover - "Mr. Boy's latest masterpiece after "Youth Says"! As a person who is extremely devout in poetry, Hung will not allow himself to read it in its current state, especially if there is a new work by Mr. Boy.

Coming to his small shop, he slowly calmed down his breathing that seemed to be short of time due to the violent running, and Hongyi solemnly flipped to the table of contents and found the location of the young man's poems - typesetting at the front.

One is called "The Boy Says", and the other is called "Lang Taosha Beidaihe". After watching "The Boy Speaks" again, he turned to the next page with a slight trembling hand.

"It's still an ancient poem!" Hong is also a little pleased, Mr. Young is good at writing ancient poems, and someone has collected all the poems written by Wang Zishuai during this time on the Internet, so as long as you search for Mr. Boy, all relevant information will jump out immediately.

Hongyi excitedly praised: "Good poetry! What a poem! It seems that this year's best poems and best lyrics are undoubtedly Mr. Boy, he is simply a genius in poetry! "It would be better if there would be another modern poem, I thought to myself.

"Boss, have a cup of milk tea." Just then a girl came in and said.

Hongyi was still excited when he heard someone asking for milk tea, so he slapped his thigh happily and shouted loudly: "Okay, haha......"

Scared girl......

――――(ps: Hongyi milk tea brothers)

"The editor-in-chief is now asking for an additional subscription to this issue of the Poetry periodical." Mo Siyang, editor of Poetry Magazine, reported to the editor-in-chief Yue Wuji.

"What?! Request an update? Are we missing this issue? Yue Wuji asked with some suspicion.

"No, we're just printing at the previous print run. I investigated, and this time there will be a shortage of supply, because the two classic poems of the young gentleman Wang Zishuai have not been half a month since his speech, so the ones we put on the market were quickly digested. Editor Mo Siyang said with some excitement.

Yue Wuji was a little dumbfounded—this ...... Wang Zishuai still has such a big bonus? came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Quick, hurry up and print!" Xiang Mo Siyang commanded.

Mo Siyang couldn't help but smile bitterly - he thought that he was kind enough to give 5,000 yuan for each poem, but now it seems that he has taken a big advantage.

…… At the same time, in Kyoto, there is a living room that is not luxuriously decorated, but quite classical and elegant. At this time, a middle-aged man was reading the newspaper on the sofa, although his expression was relaxed, he unconsciously revealed a bit of majesty, thinking that he should be in a high position for many years. Next to her, an intellectual and elegant middle-aged woman was looking at a magazine in her hand, and the whole person exuded a taste of knowledge.

Diagonally opposite the middle-aged woman, a girl with a ponytail and picturesque eyebrows sat cross-legged on a sofa, with a laptop on her slender and slender thighs.

Maybe it's because she has been in this position for a long time, and the girl who is cross-legged on the sofa stretches her waist lazily, revealing a figure that is still a little green, but has begun to take shape. The girl raised her eyes and looked at the middle-aged woman, and asked strangely, "Mom, what are you looking at?" Look so seriously? ”

If Wang Zishuai is here, he will be surprised to find that this girl is the second winner of the Youth Writing Contest - Cai Yingying.