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Hearing this bell, Wang Mengyu immediately stopped and said coquettishly: "The Wenhui is about to start, let's go back!" ”

Liu Lan nodded and said, "Okay!" ”

Then, the two walked briskly to the venue where the meeting was held.

When Liu Lan came to the destination, he found that there were almost 50 people gathered here, most of whom were young people, accounting for almost eighty percent, and the remaining two floors were the respected older generation.

In these old men of the older generation, each of them exudes a strong bookish atmosphere, and at the same time, everyone's body exudes a frank atmosphere!

The gentleman is frank!

Liu Yunfei saw Liu Lan, his face was slightly cold, although he looked away, he was out of sight and out of mind!

In this regard, Liu Lan just shook his head and smiled.

"Alright, the number of people should be read!" At this moment, a deep voice suddenly remembered, seeing the owner who made this sound, Liu Ling was stunned, because it officially came out of the mouth of the old man surnamed Wu.

The majesty of this voice is inversely proportional to the age of the old man surnamed Wu.

"Grandpa Wu's voice has always been louder!" Wang Mengyu seemed to see Liu Lan's surprise and explained in a low voice.

"The rules of the literary meeting, I think everyone knows it, to meet friends with poetry, and we bad old men to be judges, today's theme is flowers! Everyone has half an hour to brew, and when the time is up, you can come forward and recite on your own! The old man surnamed Wu briefly introduced the rules of this meeting.

In fact, a small cultural meeting like this is not the kind of formal large-scale exchange cultural meeting, so its rules are much simpler and rudest, and everything is based on literary style.

As long as you can beat everyone, then you are a champion.

After the old man surnamed Wu announced the rules, he returned to his seat and talked and laughed with the old man surnamed Qin, the old man surnamed Liu and others.

The remaining 40 or so young people began to discuss today's topic in groups of two and two.

Wang Mengyu and Liu Lan also came to a small corner where no one was.

"Well, you're okay, right?" Wang Mengyu asked with concern.

"Hey, don't you see who I am? This kind of poem, I do it casually, don't worry, the first place will definitely be ours! Liu Lan said with great confidence, afraid to pat his chest to guarantee.

"How do I feel like you're getting mader?"

"Am I crazy? No, it's self-confidence! Liu Xuan categorically denied it.

Not far from here, Liu Yunfei looked at Liu Lan, who was talking to Wang Mengyu, and his handsome face became even more gloomy.

"Hmph, in half an hour, I'll make you look good!" Liu Yunfei said in a low voice.

For himself, Liu Yunfei is still very confident, he doesn't think that Liu Lan can overpower him in poetry.

Time passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

Liu Lan, Wang Mengyu and other young talents gathered again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, half an hour has arrived, is there anyone to throw bricks and lead the jade now?" The old man surnamed Wu glanced at everyone, stopped on Liu Lan's body, and said slowly.

For a while, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and then, immediately someone stepped forward.

"The kid is not talented, he is willing to take the lead!" Some people were relieved to see someone show up.

"He is Wang Ye, and among those of us, he is also a relatively powerful group of people!" Wang Mengyu explained to Liu Lan.

And Liu Lan also nodded from time to time.

Soon, Wang Ye's poem was recited, and it was no surprise that his poem was applauded by a crowd of young people.

And several judges of the older generation also nodded from time to time.

With Wang Ye taking the lead, it is much more convenient below, and from time to time someone steps forward to chant poetry.

"This time, I'm coming!" Liu Yunfei suddenly took two steps forward and said loudly.

Seeing Liu Yunfei on the field, whether it was the younger generation or the older generation, they all showed their expressions of interest, which was a look that those young people before did not have!

It can be seen that Liu Yunfei's status in the hearts of everyone is indeed unusual, not only has a high reputation among the younger generation, but even has some status in the hearts of the older generation.

Liu Yunfei walked to the center, glanced at Liu Lan, and then said loudly: "Elders, this kid's poem is related to chrysanthemums, and his name is Mei." ”

Then, Liu Yunfei began to chant as if no one was around.

"In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust;

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered. Liu Yunfei had the demeanor of the ancients when he arrived, and every time he recited a sentence, he would take a few steps slowly, and Liu Lan even suspected that if there was a fan in Liu Yunfei's hand, he would slap himself twice.

However, I have to say that Liu Yunfei's "Mei" is still a bit of quality, which is a grade better than other people's poems.

Just look at the performance of the comrades at the scene, the young people applauded loudly, and the judges of the older generation also nodded frequently.

In the end, the old man surnamed Wu, the old man surnamed Qin and a few other people talked in a whisper, and then the old man surnamed Wu spoke: "Liu Xiaozi's "Mei" is good, compare yourself with Mei, and show your noble temperament through Mei's elegance and elegance, this alone is much better than the previous poems, after the decision of several of our old guys, this poem should be the best!" ”

"Wait!" Liu Yunfei suddenly spoke.

"Oh, Yunfei, is there something wrong with you?" The old man surnamed Wu asked with a smile.

"Wu Lao, this competition is not over yet, give me the best name now, isn't it a bit sloppy, I think, it should be evaluated after all of us are finished, Wu Lao, what do you think?" Liu Yunfei had a warm smile on his face, and said loudly, and he glanced at Liu Lan from the corner of his eye!

Obviously, he doesn't think that Liu Linneng's poetry can be better than him!

Liu Luan also saw Liu Yunfei's glimpse, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing at Liu Yunfei.

"Liu Lan, are you sure?" Wang Mengyu asked softly.

"Don't worry, everything is with me!" Liu Lan said lightly.

And Liu Lan's words seemed to have a special magic power, which made Wang Mengyu involuntarily believe him.

However, the scene of Liu Lan and Wang Mengyu talking was seen by Liu Yunfei.

So, Liu Yunfei opened fire.

"This friend, do you say?" Liu Yunfei looked at Liu Lan and asked with a smile.

Although Liu Yunfei made a bet with Liu Lan, he didn't know Liu Lan's name yet, so he called Liu Lan his friend.

"Yes, it's too early to say who is the champion!" Liu Lan followed Liu Yunfei's words and said.

"Ah, who is this kid? Pretty big breath? Could it be that his poetry is better than Liu Yunfei's "Mei"? ”

"I'll go, this kid is so dragging, his breath is so big!" A group of young people spoke.

However, Wu Lao, Qin Lao, and Liu Lao glanced at each other, and then showed an interested expression.

Others may not know Liu Luan's identity, but the three of them still know a little.

"It seems that you are very confident, you will be the next one, how about it?" Liu Yunfei asked with a smile.

Liu Lan glanced at Liu Yunfei and said lightly: "Yes!" ”