Badomont is a very worthy friend, and when he saw that Modosk was targeting Ye Chen everywhere, he also looked at Ye Chen with an unhappy face.

"Mr. Mordosk, Mr. Ye Chen, he has this strength, and this is also a poetic work personally introduced by Master Cerdomon from Huaxia, Master Cerdomont has the absolute right to speak in this regard, I ......"

Before Badomont could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Modosk.

"Badomont, you are just a fledgling newcomer, for the evaluation of literary value, you are only in the cognitive stage now, not even an apprentice, so don't think that this award has you a newcomer nomination It feels great, if you don't make progress in the future, there will be no more your name in the future Pennay Prize, the advent of a literary work needs to go through the test of time, do you understand?"

Badomont did not admit defeat and said: "This Mr. Ye Chen's poem "Haiyan" does describe the background of our October Revolution very thoroughly in just a few hundred words, this should not be wrong!" And when this first work was originally applied, you were also rated as the best work of the year, so the organizing committee specially launched the poetry award, and now you actually regret it, which is detrimental to Wende! ”

Ye Chen looked at Badomont, this little curly hair is very much in line with his appetite, this is a proper way to help outsiders talk about his family, this kid is definitely a bright and upright character.

Cerdomon had also been paying attention to the conversation between the two on the side, but he didn't intervene, but wanted to see how Ye Chen would solve this matter.

Modosk glanced at Badomont, but he dared not speak angrily, but the dissatisfaction in his eyes was overflowing.

"You are blaspheming our country's local literature is not as good as a foreign literature, I was not in the country before, otherwise I would not agree to this work, when I said by email that this work is of great significance, but it is only related to this, so what I want to say today is, I hope that Mr. Ye Chen, in the future, will create his own works in his own right, literature has no borders, but it also depends on whether you have the ability to continue, how can an artist who relies on singing write such good poems, That's where I suspect? ”

Modosk looked at Ye Chen, he was really unhappy with Ye Chen.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, spread his hands and smiled, ignoring Mordosk and looking at Master Cerdomon and said, "Mr. Cerdomon, please forgive me for not staying here any longer, otherwise I will become a plagiarist in the literary world, and I can't afford this reputation!" ”

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he was about to leave immediately, and Yang Xiaojie, who was following at this moment, walked over from the side, he went to the bathroom just now, I don't know what happened here?

Seeing Ye Chen's unhappy look, he could guess that something must have happened during his absence?

"Ye, please stay, I apologize to you for what Modosk said just now, your creation is what I witnessed with my own eyes, so there will be no mistakes, including the ancient poems behind you, I have also understood, they are all first-class sentences, this hand "Haiyan" is a masterpiece in my mind, this time the poetry award set up for you alone will not be canceled, and today this matter will also be recorded in the history of Northern Russian poetry and the historical process of the Pennay Award. Please forgive Modosk again for the offense! ”

After Yang Xiaojie listened to Cerdomon's words, he understood something, and then grunted Ye Chen in Chinese for a while.

Ye Chen looked at Modosk and shook his head and said, "One generation is not as good as the next!" ”

Modosque looked at Cherdomon, very dissatisfied, he was the youngest of the Pennay Award judges, and he was also a poet, and the sponsorship of the Pennay Award was originally their family, so he must have a certain weight in his voice this time.

"Mr. Cerdomon, I don't agree with your words, I admit that this poem has high artistic value, but I don't think this poem is done by the person in front of me, how can he create this kind of work with his experience, how can he deeply appreciate helplessness and struggle without experiencing the battle."

Ye Chen actually agrees with Modosk's statement very much in his heart, this kid is not false, and he is not Gorky, this poem is naturally not from him, but since there is no such poem in this world, he just assumes the role of a porter.

Yang Xiaojie couldn't stand it anymore and said: "Mr. Modosk, you are a rising star in the North Russian poetry circle, and at your current age, you have served as one of the judges of the Pennay Prize, which is also beyond the reach of many people, but you don't want to go to the formation of poetry, it is a manifestation of a person's heart, and the spirit of facing difficulties experienced in "Haiyan" is not only in line with your days, he exists in the hearts of everyone who meets him, or in the hearts of everyone he encounters, when he encounters difficulties, we are not afraid, get up and continue, Or choose to go with the flow, Ye Chen was born in the countryside, and the life in the countryside is not as good as your writing metropolis, it is a very difficult day, and "Haiyan" was created in this case, there is no problem, if there is plagiarism, but in the entire Chinese poetry circle, no one said that this work was written by him, is it created by someone in Northern Russia? ”

Modosk was refuted by Yang Xiaojie's counterattack without the slightest power of counterattack, even Cherdomon on the side looked at the little girl in front of him in disbelief, this Russian is good, and even the logic of the refutation is clear, making Modosk like eating rat droppings.

Ye Chen looked at Yang Xiaojie, if it weren't for his thick skin, his face would have been red for half the sky, which praised himself too much.

However, with this remark, Ye Chen looked at Namodosk and was deflated, and his heart was naturally very happy, and he said with a smile: "Okay, Xiaojie, there is no need to talk nonsense with him, I don't want this award!" ”

After Ye Chen finished speaking, he turned around and left, and then Yang Xiaojie was stunned, he didn't want to leave like this, this Peng Nei Award is a witness to the world of Chinese literature, how can he give up so easily.

Yang Xiaojie just walked up and wanted to say something to Ye Chen, but Ye Chen turned around all of a sudden.

"Forgot, what Elder Yang explained, said that you want to communicate with Master Cherdomon, we can't come in vain, this thing promised to Elder Yang, it must be completed, go, I'll take you to meet Master Cerdomon."

Yang Xiaojie looked confused, and then Ye Chen took her hand and walked towards Master Cerdomon.

There were so many reporters at the scene, this scene was naturally filmed, but Ye Chen didn't care, but Yang Xiaojie blushed.