Half an hour after the ceremony, Feng Tao sat in his office, looking at the computer with a red face. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

From time to time, a smug smile is issued.

After more than ten minutes, he rubbed his eyes and took a leisurely sip of tea.

"Haha, Qian Hao, Qian Hao, you planted it in my hands this time."

It turned out that only half an hour after the live broadcast ended, it was hotly commented by netizens. Moreover, most of the reviews are negative.

Especially Zhang Xiaoqing's opening, it attracted hatred to Qian Hao.

Zhang Xiaoqing said: "I don't know what to say, when you talk about something mysterious, you really think you are a master? Hehe, I'm not afraid of flashing my tongue when I say it. ”

Seeing such comments, Feng Tao felt a sigh of relief in his heart. Even the tea I drink is extraordinarily sweet.

"Hey, should I retweet it?"

He put down the teacup, his eyes narrow, like a sinister villain.

said that he would forward it, not only forwarded, but he also commented earnestly: "President Qian, Zhang Xiaoqing is a good poem written by a senior." Although she is straightforward, she has a point, and you should be humble and ask for advice. ”

Zhang Xiaoqing's modern poems are indeed okay.

Many people in the association saw Feng Tao forwarding it, and immediately followed suit.

or relying on the old to sell the old, or yin and yang weird.

Qian Hao was getting together with his master, so he naturally didn't know that these people were slandering. However, when the banquet was over and he returned to the dormitory, he would know.

At this time, he was full of alcohol, and when he saw the remarks of these people, he immediately laughed angrily.

"Well, that's true."

He leaned back in his chair and smiled, but his eyes were full of gloom.

He didn't talk nonsense, and directly posted on Weibo, Aite Feng Tao and Zhang Xiaoqing.

"On poetry, you are also worthy?"

There is only one sentence, but there are many pictures below, each of which is a poem. There are ancient poems, there are modern poems, all of them are his.

Feng Tao was still very happy at home, watching a movie in front of the computer.

Weibo was not closed, and as soon as the news notification came, he knew immediately.

"Well, could it be that Qian Hao came out?"

He was thinking about Qian Hao, and subconsciously thought so. I don't want to, open Weibo, it's really Qian Hao.

His face was happy, he was very proud, and he couldn't wait to click on the notification.

As soon as he opened it, he slapped it on the table, furious: "I don't know what it is, I don't know what it is." ”

"On poetry, you are also worthy?"

This sentence was like a needle, and his eyes hurt and his eyelids jumped when he saw it.

It's not really painful, it's actually anger.

It's just that, in front of those poems, how can he refute them?

He could only shut up and turn off the computer stupidly, without knowing it.

Others, too, were abusive, but mostly kept silent. In front of those poems, they felt that speaking out was nothing but self-inflicted humiliation.

This matter, or this Weibo, Zhang Xiaoqing didn't learn about it until eight o'clock the next morning.

As soon as she learned about it, she was also furious, and her eyes were wide open and her eyebrows were like swords.

The angry sword, slanted into the temples, seems to be unsheathed.

If she was really out of the sheath, she didn't endure it, and directly scolded Qian Hao. The scolding is very spicy, where is there the appearance of a romance diva.

"It's crazy to write two poems, and people like you deserve to be writers? I'm ashamed to be in the same country as you. ”

Such abuse has attracted many people to black money. Probably true, arrogant people this country does not tolerate.

"It's really excessive, what is the identity of Zhang Tianhou, and what is the identity of President Feng? This Qian Hao is crazy when he writes a few poems. ”

"Is poetry good? I don't know, I watched the live broadcast yesterday and felt like a garbage comparison. ”

"It's rubbish, what the hell it's talking about."

"People call words, how can we people understand it."

……

Seeing the greater repercussions on the Internet, Feng Tao, who got up early, was overjoyed.

However, at nine o'clock, he was a little unhappy. Because Chu Ren and Wang Xi actually wrote articles praising "Words in the World" one after another. These two people don't have much influence, but this sign is not good.

He felt bad, and the next moment, articles praising "Words in the World" sprung up one by one.

Jiangyou Poetry Society, a group of poets wrote articles, did not hesitate to praise words, and praised Qian Hao and his words.

If that's all there is to it, it's not a big deal.

However, yesterday's association, there were more people watching the ceremony. Although there are not many people who understand, they are all people with status.

And last night, they watched the video repeatedly and learned a lot. So much so that today, when they learned that someone had said something black, they immediately wrote an article to refute it angrily.

In the poetry circle, 80% of the older generation all spoke out in support of "Words in the World".

This is not a compliment, nor is it an exaggeration.

There is only one reason, "Words in the World" has this qualification, which is convincing.

The older generation is so respected, how can the younger generation, who don't understand it, have a reason not to praise it? As a result, two-thirds of the poetry world is praising this word.

That praise is heavenly.

This incident was exposed, and the person who broke the news collected all the remarks and posted them on Weibo. Suddenly, all the followers were stunned.

What's going on?

Isn't it good for everyone to say this word? Why, why is the whole poetry world praising it?

Oh my God, that's incredible, isn't it?

The praise of any person in the poetry circle has little influence. However, the praise of a poetry circle still has a great influence.

It is precisely because of this that all outsiders are stunned.

Seeing this, Feng Tao's hand shook, and the tea splashed on the ground. But he didn't have the energy to pay attention, his face turned pale, and he muttered to himself: "How can this be, how can this be?" ”

Zhang Xiaoqing was also very unhappy, her face was distorted, and her eyes were full of anger.

However, unlike Feng Tao, she was still unconvinced, and posted on Weibo again: "I don't know about ancient poetry, and I'm not interested in wreckage-like things." But when it comes to modern poetry, I, Zhang Xiaoqing, put the words here, and you Qian Hao is the same. ”

Some poets have a strange temper.

For example, Jiang Lihua, chairman of the Hubei Modern Poetry Association, has a rather difficult status. She knew Zhang Xiaoqing's identity, but at this occasion, she still spoke:

Ms. Zhang is wrong, Mr. Qian does not write many modern poems, but each one is a classic. Each of them is an existence that opens up the path of new poetry.

If Mr. Qian is like that, then all Chinese poets are not even the same thing. ”

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqing was finally powerless to refute, and her face turned pale with anger. Because of Jiang Lihua's status in the poetry world, she knows it completely.

What's more, other poets with quite a status actually supported Qian Hao. Like Dongdao, who lives abroad, he is famous, and he also praised Qian Hao's modern poems.

Seeing the affirmation of Qian Hao by the two major poetry circles, the onlookers were in an uproar.

In their impression, the literati were contemptuous of each other, and they were generally not convinced by each other. But this Qian Hao actually impressed the two major poetry circles.

Oh my God, what a great thing this is!

However, how did they know that this scene was just the beginning of the story. (To be continued.) )