In the end, Zhao Xingchi still didn't go up to put on a show, and he would do it himself, so he wouldn't agree to come down for the sake of show.

This is the Mid-Autumn Festival tea party performance that the country's leaders are watching, right?

Although Stephen Zhao is confident that there will be no problems at all with his ability, he actually has a problem when he goes up, and he has made a mistake.

Mr. Jia Xuan went up and recited a modern poem celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival, written by a modern poet who had passed away.

After the recitation, Jia Xuan won full applause.

However, after coming down, Jia Xuan lowered his face to Zhao Xingchi, and almost wrote the words "I'm very angry about your behavior".

Halfway through the tea party, the state leaders left one after another, leaving some other central leaders still there.

Stephen Zhao wanted to ask Jia Xuan what was going on today, but it was really inconvenient for so many people at the scene, so he simply didn't ask.

After the tea party, when he was about to leave, Zhao Xingchi wanted to have a good chat with Mr. Jia Xuan, but he didn't expect Jia Xuan to find him first and said something that made him stunned.

Jia Xuan said: "You kid doesn't know how to understand me at all, just let you go to you, you can just push three and four, now it's okay, the opportunity is gone, if you want to push you to the vice chairman of the Writers Association, I don't know if you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey." ”

Zhao Xingchi was dumbfounded: "Vice Chairman of the Writers' Association? ”

Jia Xuan said angrily: "Before today, I made a bet with a few old guys in the Writers' Association that if you can make a Mid-Autumn Festival masterpiece under my assault, whether it is poetry and songs, or prose essays, I will put you in the position of vice chairman of the Writers' Association." ”

Zhao Xingchi scratched his head. Some laughed: "This is too child's play, isn't it?" ”

Jia Xuan glared at him: "Still pretending to be stupid in front of me?" ”

Zhao Xingchi smiled bitterly: "I really don't understand! ”

Jia Xuan looked at him for a while and said, "Let me tell you clearly, with your works over the years, there is no problem for you to be the vice chairman of the Writers' Association, the difference is just your qualifications." If you can do well today, get the appreciation of the country's leaders. We can give you an exceptional promotion. I can see it now that you kid doesn't regard himself as a co-ordinator at all, or that he doesn't have the consciousness to contribute to the development of Chinese culture at all, and he lacks the spirit of ownership. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Xingchi was stunned.

"Ahh

Jia Xuan waved his hand, and then sighed: "Forget it, I don't bother to talk about you, young people like your generation are like this, they don't have the spirit of ownership, it's not a matter of one day or two." ”

Stephen Zhao was speechless.

Maybe. Jia Xuan hopes that he can bring new changes as a writer's association; Perhaps, Jia Xuan hopes that he, as the hope of the younger generation of China, will begin to make his voice heard in the literary world; Maybe......

However, Stephen Zhao really has no intention of putting himself in the circle of the association, and he is not willing.

How busy is he?

Filming TV series, making movies, writing music, writing scripts, managing companies, writing novels, etc., etc., the year is busy from the beginning to the end of the year.

How boring is the writers' association circle?

Isn't it interesting to participate in seminars, symposiums, visits, celebrations, etc.?

Although Stephen Zhao's image on the outside is a very powerful literati, he really doesn't get happiness from writing, only a sense of achievement. On the contrary, he found it boring because he was not really a scholar. Just writers. Therefore, if you want him to be confined to the circle of the writers' association, it is simply difficult for him.

Moreover, whether the Writers' Association can represent Chinese culture is still in two words.

The reason is simple: the current mainstream of culture is the culture of ordinary people, and the forms of cultural expression are also diverse. Simple literal works are just one form of cultural expression.

The culture of ordinary people is down-to-earth, influential, vigorous, and wide-ranging.

There are literary works, animation, and film and television dramas. There are dramas and so on.

For example, online novels are a form of literary expression that is different from the circle of writers' associations. It belongs to the culture of ordinary people, but it has not been accepted by the Writers' Association for a long time. Although it is accepted now, it also maintains an attitude of rejection, contempt, and contempt, and the evaluation is "difficult to get into the hall of elegance".

But in fact, literature is a fart, the literary world is a fart, every era has the mainstream of literature in each era, and in this era, pluralism is the mainstream.

To promote and develop Chinese culture, it is not necessary to be confined to the circle of the Writers' Association, even if the writer himself is not a member of the Writers' Association, as long as his works are excellent enough, he is still making a contribution!

Of course, these words can be thought of by themselves, and they must not be said, otherwise it will be a fierce scolding war, and then countless traditional writers will attack him.

"I'm actually pretty good like that." Zhao Xingchi finally said to Jia Xuan with a relaxed smile.

"Whatever you want, I'll go first." Jia Xuan glanced at him, and then said goodbye and left.

Under the dark sky, the full moon shone brightly, bright and bright, and the veil-like moonlight sprinkled down, enveloping the whole world in a vast and lonely atmosphere.

High-rise buildings, thousands of lights are as bright as day, so beautiful that they don't look like the world!

Standing behind him, Zhao Xingchi sighed and suddenly groaned, "When is the bright moon?" Ask the sky for wine. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be cold in high places. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? ”

Jia Xuan's body shook, turned around suddenly, looked at him with a shocked face, and said, "You...... What did you just read? ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Zhao Xingchi to answer, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Xingchi's arm and said, "I'll listen to it again, hurry up!" ”

The look of eagerness, as if the fire had burned to the eyebrows.

Stephen Zhao smiled and groaned again.

"When is the bright moon...... I want to go back with the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold in the heights......" Jia Xuan read the first half of the words he recited over and over again, his eyebrows and mustache kept shaking, the look on his face became more and more excited, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. Finally, he said loudly: "This is the word card of the water tune song head, what about the second half?" Hurry up! ”

Not far from them, there were a few people waiting for the association, seeing his excited appearance, hearing what he said, they immediately ran over and looked at Zhao Xingchi with various looks. Curious again. There is shock, envy, and jealousy, what great work has this kid created, so that Jia Xuan is so excited?

"Is the word plate at the beginning of the water tune song a Mid-Autumn Festival?" A few people thought to themselves.

The name of the word plate, the format of the word.

Water Tune Song Tou, Nian Nujiao, Man Jianghong, Qin Yuanchun, Jiang Chengzi, Yongyule, Bu Operator, Yi Jiangnan, Yi Jian Mei, Yu Meiren, Butterfly Love Flower, Xijiang Yue, Partridge Tian...... are all names of words in different formats.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight......" The format of the poem is "water tune song head", Jia Xuan, as the chairman of the Huaxia Writers Association, how can he not know?

What excites Jia Xuan is that the poem written by Zhao Xingchi is really beautiful, the words are beautiful, the sentences are classic, and they are meticulously crafted. Flawless, not a word can be changed.

When did the bright moon appear? I asked Qingtian with a wine glass. I don't know the heavenly fairy palace. What age is it? I want to ride the wind back to the sky, but I am afraid that the beautiful Moon Palace made of jade will not be able to withstand the cold at a high place. In the imagination, dancing to the moon, the clear shadow follows the people, as if riding the clouds and the wind, and being in the sky. Where is it like in the world.

The whole first half of the rhyme, the artistic conception is also very beautiful, like a dream, people can't tell whether it is reality or illusory, very fluttering fairy spirit!

"Turn to Zhu Ge. Low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together! In the expectant gaze of everyone, Zhao Xingchi slowly groaned the lower half of the que, and at the same time, a sour feeling was born, which made him almost cry.

Stephen Zhao thought of his parents in Earth China, five years, and I don't know how they are doing!

Quiescence!

Although there were seven or eight people at the scene, it was silent, because everyone froze, immersed in their own world, and did not want to wake up for a long time.

After three minutes of stagnancy, everyone came to their senses, their expressions were full of admiration, and they looked at Zhao Xingchi with burning eyes.

Jia Xuan sighed: "The Mid-Autumn Festival has been extinct since then!" ”

The others nodded in unison.

"Good words!" A voice sounded behind several people: "Mr. Zhao's talent in literature has always been admired by me, and there is no vain under the fame!" ”

Zhao Xingchi and the others turned their heads to look, and immediately saw two energetic old men, accompanied by two young people, a man and a woman, walking towards them.

"Lao Qiu, Lao Yang!" Jia Xuan said hello casually.

"Teacher Qiu, Teacher Yang!" The rest of the Writers' Association respectfully saluted.

Zhao Xingchi and Qian Minli also called out to the teacher, because these two old men, one is Qiu Ping, the president of Jingcheng University, who spoke just now, and the other is Yang Xingzhan, director of the humanities department of Jingcheng University.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm glad to meet you!" Yang Xingzhan stretched out his hand towards Zhao Xingchi with a smile on his face.

"It's okay for Teacher Yang to call me Xiao Zhao, don't dare to be called Mr." Zhao Xingchi hurriedly stretched out his hands to shake hands with him, said with a sincere expression, and then said the same thing to Qiu Ping.

Qiu Ping nodded appreciatively, and suddenly said, "Xiao Zhao, are you interested in teaching at our university?" ”

Zhao Xingchi was embarrassed, and hurriedly refused: "Teacher Qiu said that he laughed, I can still divide a few catties and taels myself, and I go to your school to teach, which is a mistake." ”

Qiu Ping waved his hand and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao is modest, isn't he?" Just the water tune song just now is enough to show that Xiao Zhao has reached a very advanced level in the study of ancient poetry, and I am afraid that no one in today's world can match it. Other courses are not taught well, but Chinese studies can always be taught well, how can they mislead people's children? ”

Yang Xingzhan echoed: "Xiao Zhao, excessive modesty is hypocrisy. ”

The other people, especially the two young people who followed Qiu Ping and Yang Xingzhan, a man and a woman, all showed shocked looks on their faces, they didn't expect Qiu Ping to give Zhao Xingchi such a high evaluation.

Zhao Xingchi pondered for a while, and finally said: "Let's talk about it later, I don't have time now." ”

Jia Xuan said angrily: "Then put on a name, and go to a few classes when you have time, it's always okay, right?" ”

Qiu Ping's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "It's better for Lao Jia, how about it, Xiao Zhao, just be an honorary professor and give a few classes to students when you have time?" ”

Zhao Xingchi was helpless, so he had to say: "That's okay!" ”

"Hypocrisy!" The young woman beside Qiu Ping pursed her lips and looked at him with a look of contempt. (To be continued......)