"Don't talk yet, everyone!" Seeing that the situation was not right, Yuan Gongming immediately stood up, raised his right hand high, and motioned for everyone to stop.

Let's not talk about how high the literary status of Yuan Gongming is in the whole world, just saying that he is the president of the Writers Association of Sichuan Province, and the people in the entire hall have to respect him for three points.

The whole hall fell silent, Yuan Gongming flattened his hand and swept the people in the hall with a solemn face to explain: "Chen Hua, I invited the guest. He is indeed engaged in online literature, but his literary attainments do not have to be low! Everyone, don't make a noise. ”

Hearing the words of Yuan Gongming, the people present discussed one after another

"Mr. Zhuge is a well-known iron face, since he is the author he invited, it won't be too bad."

"I think this young man should have a good pen, otherwise Mr. Zhuge would not have invited him to the banquet."

Hearing the people next to him discussing, Xiaofeng's face was slightly solemn, the face of Yuan Gongming was indeed big enough, and so many people didn't dare to say anything.

Xiaofeng had a look of anger on his face, and he didn't know what was good about Chen Hua. Not only is Yueyan so good to him, but even Yuan Gongming is willing to stand up and speak for him! Xiaofeng grinned, it seemed that he still had to exert his strength, he pulled his throat, stood at the back of the crowd and shouted in a false voice: "You say that his literary attainments are high!" If you have the ability, you can participate in the meeting. ”

These words instantly aroused the doubts of these people, and immediately led to some doubts.

"You say he's highly literate? Then let him take the stage and compete with us in person! ”

"That's right! Participating in the poetry conference is the standard for judging literature! ”

Yuan Gongming was also said to be a little speechless, and half of the people present were asking Chen Hua to participate in the poetry conference, but Yuan Gongming really didn't know what Chen Hua's literature was. He didn't dare to make a conclusion about him agreeing, it was still up to him! He lowered his head and looked at Chen Hua with a gloomy face and asked, "Little Brother Chen, what do you think?" ”

There are very few famous poems in history that can be passed down to the present day, and even fewer are than the famous poems that Chen Hua is familiar with. Therefore, he raised his head very confidently and looked at Yuan Gongming and replied, "Okay! How long does the Poetry Congress start? ”

Yuan Gongming saw that Chen Hua was so confident, and he also had a bottom. He looked at Chen Hua and explained: "The poetry conference starts in half an hour, and you will participate in the order of registration. ”

Chen Hua nodded confidently and replied, "That's good." ”

Chen Hua agreed, and Yuan Gongming stood up and said to the authors in the hall: "Since Brother Chen has agreed to participate in the poetry conference, please don't question it, and see you on the stage when the time comes." ”

Hearing Yuan Gongming's reply, everyone present calmed down and began to play their own games, but there were still many people whispering

"What do you think that lad can achieve?"

"Mr. Zhuge just said that this little brother's literary attainments are not lower than those present, and he may be able to get the top three."

Xiaofeng also chewed on the root of his tongue behind his back: "An author who engages in online literature, how high do you think his literary attainments can be?" I think he only has the last place, and he can't be high. ”

"To be honest, I'm not very optimistic about online literature."

"It's still half an hour to start, and it's useless to talk about it now, and we'll see the real chapter on stage then."

"That's what I said, Lao Liu~ I haven't seen you gain weight again after so long."

Half an hour later, the first author took the stage and began to read his own poem.

Chen Hua sat next to Yuan Gongming and asked with a solemn face: "How long will it take for me?" ”

Yuan Gongming crossed the lion's head in his right hand, picked up the list on the table with his left hand and handed it to Chen Hua to answer: "This poetry conference is decided according to the registration process, you are the last to sign up, and now you are ranked last." ”

Chen Hua picked up the list on the table and looked at it, the words on this list were all typed on a printer, but his own name was added later. The one in front of him is Xiaofeng, who has just been rectifying himself.

Seeing Xiaofeng's words, Chen Hua frowned, and he put down the list. Raising his head and looking at Yuan Gongming, he asked with a puzzled expression: "Mr. Zhuge , who is that Xiaofeng?" ”

"In fact, Xiaofeng is a rare literary genius in our Sichuan Province." The movement of the lion's head was slightly paused, he shook his head and said with a sigh: "It is also one of my former apprentices." ”

After listening to Yuan Gongming's words, Chen Hua's body shook slightly, and his hands on his thighs grabbed his pants and asked solemnly: "Xiaofeng is your apprentice?" ”

"Yes" Yuan Gongming put the lion's head on the table, looked back at Yueyan and replied with a sigh: "Who knew that the purpose of that kid worshipping me as a teacher was not to learn writing knowledge, but to get close to Yueyan." ”

Chen Hua's vigilant expression also relaxed, but now he admires 'Xiaofeng'. In order to make a girl, I actually used this method to get closer, and there was really no one.

Yuan Gongming smiled a little relieved and said, "But it's okay, I've already expelled him from the division." ”

Chen Hua's question recalls the old man's sad past. Chen Hua patted Yuan Gongming's shoulder and whispered: "Let him pass the past, there's nothing to be sad about." ”

"If Xiaofeng is willing to work hard to learn to write, then he will most likely surpass me in the future." Yuan Gongming said with a sigh: "It's a pity that this kid went astray and won't make great achievements in the future." ”

Chen Hua slowly raised his head and looked at Yue Yan, originally he thought that when Yue Yan heard these words, she would deliberately avoid them. But unexpectedly, the girl didn't seem to hear, and sat quietly flipping through the book in her hand, without any fluctuations in her expression.

Chen Hua didn't ask questions either, and turned to look at the author on the stage reciting poems

The authors of this competition accounted for half of the number of the party, and there were 38 people in total. The poems created by each author are not long, and it only takes two or three minutes to read them.

An hour later, the poetry conference was also coming to an end, and Xiaofeng, who was the second-to-last registration, stood on the stage, and after bowing heavily to the authors present, he raised his head and looked at the 'Yueyan' who was reading the book.

He was on stage, but Yueyan didn't even look at herself. Xiaofeng looked at Chen Hua who was sitting opposite Yueyan again, his eyes erupted with anger, Yueyan didn't even want to look at herself, she was still willing to talk to this little white face? He is better than himself in the end, he is taller than him, more handsome than him, better than him, better than him, and has tens of millions of family backgrounds, why does she refuse to look at herself! Xiaofeng hated Chen Hua so much that he gritted his teeth.

Then he began to read the poems he had written, and when he read them, the pace was relatively slow, and it took him a full three minutes to read.

"Papapa~" applause echoed in the hall, and many authors stretched out their thumbs to Xiaofeng.

"It is worthy of being the apprentice that Mr. Zhuge accepted at the beginning, and he is really only eight buckets tall and five cars of learning, I admire it!"

"The artistic conception of the 'Quyao' that Xiaofeng read just now is profound, and it really deserves to be the first literary genius in Sichuan Province!"

Listening to the people present praising themselves, a touch of joy also appeared on Xiaofeng's face, he stretched out his hand and pointed to Chen Hua who was sitting next to the wine table and shouted: "The one who is engaged in online literature, it's time for you to play!" ”

Hearing Xiaofeng's words, the audience fell silent! It's finally time for the one who is engaged in online novels.

Many people present are actually not optimistic about Chen Hua, after all, the gap between online literature and real literature is too big, and the literary style cannot be compared at all.

But some people think that Chen Hua's writing should be very good, after all, it was the person invited by Zhuge Lieyun. If Chen Hua's literary style is not good, and he will be exposed as soon as he comes on stage, won't this slap Zhuge Lieyun's own face?

Chen Hua sat on the stool and looked at Xiaofeng on the stage indifferently, but his right hand was on the table and his five fingers kept kneading, which showed that he was still a little nervous.

Seeing that Chen Hua was sitting on the stool and did not mean to move, a touch of sarcasm appeared on Xiaofeng's face, and he pointed at Chen Hua and mocked: "I've already finished performing, if you don't come yet, you shouldn't dare to go on stage, right?" Haha~"

Those present focused their attention on the two men, and some began to speculate. Is there any contradiction between these two people? Why is Xiaofeng targeting Chen paintings everywhere?

Chen Hua looked at Xiaofeng indifferently and said: "As long as you stand on the stage, it means that you are performing, which is the common sense of performance." Just now you were still standing on the stage, I naturally thought you were still performing, you said you were done, but you didn't get off the stage. I don't even know this bit of acting common sense, right? ”

"You!" Xiaofeng raised his hand and pointed angrily at Chen Hua, who was about to scold, but Chen Hua stood up and interrupted him leisurely; "Now that you're done performing, step down. It's hard to buy an inch of time, so don't waste all of our time, or you'll lose a lot of gold. ”

The two were full of provocation in their mouths, but just now Chen Hua read the sentence "An inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold is difficult to buy an inch of time." But everyone present was shocked.

In this world, there is no such thing. Therefore, what Chen Hua said is a self-creation!

The authors present all looked at Chen Hua with surprised eyes, this was just a simple bickering, he could say such a smooth and profound classic sentence at will! This is the real literary strategy, learning rich five cars!

"An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time" The original name of the original merit said meaningfully, and the meaning of this sentence is very deep! And the sentence is concise, what a good sentence!

When Xiaofeng heard Yuan Gongming praise Chen Hua, the nameless anger in his heart ignited again, he stepped off the stage and pointed at Chen Hua and said, "Come on stage!" See you on stage! ”

Because of the previous sentence, more than half of the people present already had high hopes for Chen Hua. The rest of the people think that the sentence just now is pure luck.

Chen Hua got up, and the whole person exuded an air of arrogance, and the confidence on his face was even more clear. He walked through the crowd and walked directly to the stage, he put his hands behind his back, and his eyes swept over the author who was standing there, explaining: "This poem is called 'Song of the Peach Blossom Temple'. ”

"Peach Blossom Song? How can the name be so rustic. ”

"I feel so dirty about this name!"

"I have a quaint feeling to sound like it, and it doesn't feel earthy."

Xiaofeng stood in the middle of the crowd and muttered: "How good a poem can be written by an online literature author, I see, he is dying." ”

When others read poems, they need to hold the draft in their hands in case they need it. And Chen Hua, but did not make a draft, and read directly: "Peach Blossom Nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery." The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms for wine money. When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep with the flowers. Half-drunk and half-awake day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year. I hope that the old man will die in the wine room, and he will not bow in front of the carriage and horse. The dust of the car and the horse are full of obvious things, and the wine cup flower branch hermit fate. If the manifest is compared to a hermit, one on the plain earth and one in the heavens. If the flowers and wine are compared to the carriages and horses, why should they be idle and I will be idle. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. ”

'Peach Blossom Anthem' is a poem written by Tang Bohu at the beginning, not to mention the centuries-old, but it is one of the favorite poems of the literary youth in the previous life. What this poem wants to express is also the dream of all writers, not for fame or fame, but for freedom and unfettered.

Chen Hua's tone of reading the poem was slow, and the feeling of yearning for freedom was read in the tone, and the audience fell into silence as the last sentence fell.

The authors present all looked at Chen Hua on the stage with shocked eyes, this poem wrote that they wrote their inner voices, he is only in his twenties this year, how did he do it!

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"This poem is like a dream, it's really yearning"

"Hey~ This poem writes my heart, and I also want to find a place to hide from the world and not ask about the world."

"Haha~ I think this guy is going to win the first place!"

Xiaofeng stood under the stage, his forehead was bruised, and his fists were clenched, this is so possible. He is just engaged in online literature, how can he write such poems! It must have been written by Zhuge Lieyun for him, it must have been! His heart was already full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, and he suddenly raised his right hand and shouted angrily: "He is engaged in Internet literature, and it is absolutely impossible for him to create such good poems." It must have been created for him by Zhuge Lieyun behind his back! It must be so! ”

The eyes of the audience fell on Xiaofeng, and everyone present knew that Yuan Gongming was a person with a very upright style. The poems he created himself would never be given to others, Xiaofeng said that the 'Peach Blossom Anthem' was created by Zhuge Lieyun and then painted for Chen, which is a disguised insult to the reputation of the original fame.

Yuan Gongming was recalling the artistic conception of this poem, and when he heard Xiaofeng's questioning, he was furious, he got up and slapped his big hand on the table, raised his hand and pointed at Xiaofeng angrily: "Xiaofeng, you are making trouble unreasonably, so blame me for letting people drive you out!" ”

Xiaofeng's heart was now filled with anger, and he straightened his waist and said angrily: "If you want to drive me out, you are weak in heart!" If you really didn't do what I just said, then let Chen Hua create a poem on the spot! ”

No author can create a good poem at will. Every author who has just come to the stage has already written the poem in advance, and then selected a poem with the best artistic conception, and then came to the competition. Now Xiaofeng wants Chen Hua to create a poem, isn't this deliberately making things difficult?

All the authors present looked at Xiaofeng with a disgusted gaze. They never thought that Xiaofeng was actually such a jealous person.

Before the original name could refute, Chen Hua put one hand behind his back and one hand on his chest, he raised his head slightly and said with an arrogant face: "Since Xiaofeng questioned that my poem was given to me by Mr. Zhuge , then okay, I will create a poem on the spot." ”

"Does he really want to create live?"

"It's too risky to create on the spot, and it's definitely not as good as the previous poem."

"That's a big deal, but I think his little brother looks confident, and he should be very confident in the next poem."

Xiao Feng stood at the end of the crowd, staring at the stage with burning eyes, and a look of mockery was drawn on his face. If you want to improvise a poem, it's strange that it can be better than the previous one, and now I'm waiting for him to come out.

"Hey~" Yuan Gongming shook his head and sighed, returned to his seat and sat down again.

Yueyan put down the book in his hand, turned his head and looked indifferently at Chen Hua on the stage and said lightly: "Father, he has confidence, don't worry." ”

Chen Hua's waist was straight, he loosened his throat and read with a little anger: "The villain slanders me, bullies me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, deceives me, how to deal with it?" Just endure him, let him, let him, avoid him, bear with him, respect him, ignore him, and you will see him in a few years. ”

The audience was silent again, and many authors sighed in their hearts that a casual poem could be written so well. But more authors set their sights on Xiaofeng, and the villain at the beginning of this sentence should refer to him! They really didn't expect that Chen Hua would refute like this! admired and sighed in his heart, how could Xiaofeng think of provoking such a literary talent!

When Xiaofeng heard this, he was angry and annoyed. Looking at the horde of authors staring at him with disdain, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Yuan Gongming is also sighing, Chen Hua can actually come up with a sentence to refute, it is really amazing. Then he stood up and looked at Xiao Feng and said with a smile: "Xiao Feng, now are you going out by yourself, or am I inviting you out?" ”

"I don't need you to ask, I'll go by myself!" Xiaofeng glared angrily at Chen Hua on the stage, turned around and rushed out of the hall.

Seeing Xiaofeng walking away, Chen Hua was very happy in his heart, but he couldn't express it openly. The corners of his mouth outlined a chuckle, and he looked at Zai Xiaofeng's back and sighed: "The troublesome flies are finally gone." ”

"It seems that the first place in today's poetry conference is none other than the little brother!"

"I can create such a poem casually, admire! Admire! ”

"It's really my fault for misunderstanding the little brother before, but now that I think about what I said before, I feel a little ridiculous." ――

ps: Because something happened to the body yesterday, there was no code, and today 30,000 will be returned.