Chen Hua entered the farmhouse, and all the dining tables and chairs in the hall of Longjiale had been moved, making room for tonight's literary gathering.

Chen Hua stood at the edge of the hall and looked up, and there were about 50 people standing in the hall, including men and women, old and young. But they all have one thing in common, that is, their words and deeds reveal a strong aroma of books, which shows that these people are engaged in literature. However, among the more than 50 people, Chen Hua only knew two people, that is, the original merit known as 'Zhuge Lieyun' and the 'Guanghan Palace Fairy' Yueyan.

The two of them sat at the wine table directly opposite Chen Hua, their expressions relaxed, as if they were discussing some interesting topic.

Chen Hua felt bored alone, so he walked up to the two of them and greeted them: "Mr. Zhuge and Miss Yue, I didn't expect you two to be here tonight." ”

Yuan Gongming raised his head when he heard the familiar voice, and immediately asked with a smile on his face, "Have you received the invitation I gave you?" ”

"Invite" Chen asked with a hint of puzzlement on the screen: "What invitation?"

The smile on Yuan Gongming's face stiffened slightly, and he asked with a puzzled expression: "I put the invitation in your villa mailbox today, didn't you find it?" ”

At noon today, when he received a literary gathering tonight, he asked Yueyan to send an invitation to Chen Hua

"I've been in the company all day today" Chen Hua scratched the back of his head and replied a little embarrassedly: "I really didn't see the invitation you gave me." ”

Yue Yan looked at him and asked incredulously: "You don't have an invitation, so how did you come in?" ”

"I am" Just as Chen Hua wanted to say that Jiang Yu brought him, a man walked behind Yue Yan with a wine glass, and his inquiry interrupted Chen Hua's answer: "Boy, I haven't seen you in the Sichuan Provincial Writers Association, who are you?" ”

This man is about twenty-seven or eighteen, with a ponytail and a pair of sunglasses, and his whole person reveals a ruffian, which looks very annoying.

Before Chen Hua could answer, Yuan Gongming replied in a cold voice: "Xiaofeng, this is the guest I invited, don't make trouble." ”

"I didn't make a fuss." Xiao Feng sketched a smile on his face, he lowered his head to look at Yue Yan with a faint smile and asked softly, "Yue Yan, are you interested in having a drink with me?" ”

He Nai Yueyan directly ignored him, Yueyan turned her head sideways and looked at Chen Hua and asked: "Since you are here, let's finish playing, there will be a poetry conference in a while, will you participate?" ”

"Poetry Conference?" Chen Hua hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "I can't do it" When he spoke, Chen Hua kept paying attention to the change in Xiaofeng's expression. When Yueyan ignored him and talked to him, anger appeared on his face. It seems that this guy should be Yueyan's suitor, but Yueyan doesn't seem to like this guy.

Yueyan stretched out her hand and pointed to the small stage in the center of the venue and explained: "To participate in this poetry conference, the first place is 20,000 yuan, the second place is 10,000 yuan, and the third place is 5,000. ”

A look of anger appeared on Xiaofeng's face, but because Yueyan was in this place, he couldn't be angry. He hurriedly echoed Yueyan: "Everyone is engaged in literature, it's good to communicate with each other, and there are cash prizes for the top three, I advise you to think about it." ”

Hear there's a bonus? Chen Hua's heart was shaken, although the prize money was not much, the first place was only 20,000 yuan, and the people present were all authors who had published books. The odds of winning by yourself are really not too high, but the money can add up. Chen Hua thought for a while and replied, "Then I'll try it." ”

Xiaofeng looked at Chen Hua with an interesting look and asked, "Little brother, how many books have you published?" In fact, Xiaofeng asked this question mainly to explore the foundation of Chen painting. After all, it is a person who was pulled by the original fame, and the origin must be not small.

Chen Hua was a little speechless for a while, and the collision between online literature and real literature was very great, and it can also be said that there were two worlds. The two kinds of literature are opposed to each other, and people in online literature look down on people in real literature and think that they are too old-fashioned. Authors of real-life literature look down on online literature and think they are too contrived. The authors who are now in this hall are all leaders of realistic literature in the capital of abundance, and they all have some opinions on online literature. It would be strange if he said that he was engaged in online literature and was not excluded by the group

Xiaofeng saw Chen Hua's hesitant appearance, and quipped: "Little brother, you won't be engaged in online literature, right?" ”

Xiaofeng's voice was relatively loud, and the people standing nearby could hear it, and they all turned their heads to look at Chen Hua with disgust.

"Xiaofeng, shut up!" Yuan Gongming lost his temper all of a sudden, he stood up and pointed at Xiaofeng and said angrily: "This is a guest I invited, don't be unreasonable!" ”

"I'm just asking my little brother how many books he has published." Xiaofeng shrugged his shoulders helplessly and replied, "Since Mr. Zhuge said so, I won't stay anymore and leave first." As soon as the words fell, Xiaofeng was about to leave, he seemed to have something to look back at Chen Hua and grinned and said, "Good luck." As soon as the words fell, Xiaofeng stepped away from the wine table.

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, the entire hall fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the table of Yuan Gongming.

Many people whispered

"Mr. Zhuge and Xiaofeng just quarreled?"

"I really think it's because of a guest of Mr. Zhuge alone."

"It's the young man in the little suit, since he was invited by Mr. Zhuge to come, it must be not small."

Just now, some people heard Xiaofeng question that Chen Hua was engaged in online literature, and now they are starting to talk nonsense

"I just heard that the young man is engaged in online literature."

"How could someone who is engaged in online literature come to this party?"

Xiaofeng stood at the back of the crowd, with a touch of playfulness on his face, sample, let you hook up with Yueyan, see if I don't kill you! He suddenly shouted: "Our party here can't tolerate online writers, let him get out!" ”

The smoke of online literature and real literature filled the hall, and the words that just made him get out were the fuse, completely igniting the flames of war!

"How did you end up here as an online writer?"

"Those who engage in online literature, get out! You are not welcome at our Reality Literature Party! ”

"Give you a minute, and if you're still here in a minute, don't blame me!"

Hearing the roar in the crowd, Chen Hua slowly lowered his head and clenched his hands into fists. He was very annoyed now, he had already heard that voice just now that it was Xiaofeng's voice, he and Xiaofeng were obviously innocent and innocent, why did he fix himself?

Could it be that he was jealous because he had a few more words with Yueyan? ――

'Smack~''I'm a little tired~ I'm dizzy, let's continue, there's still more than ten years left! Before twelve o'clock, be sure to get out!