Now the right to pronounce the sentence falls to the moderator.

Everyone was waiting with bated breath.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Teacher Dong Qing sighed regretfully.

"The correct answer is-

Two sentences in Qu Yuan's "Lisao": the sun and the moon are not drowned, and spring and autumn are in order. ”

Rumble!

Yi Cheng was stunned on the spot, only to feel a thunderbolt split.

Except for Mo Xiaotian on the other side, the whole world was dark.

"Congratulations to Chen Geng and Fang Muhuang for their successful attack and becoming the champions of the new issue."

It's over, it's over.

Yi Cheng's heart was like falling into an ice cellar.

He couldn't help but wonder, how on earth did we get here?

Why did you lose in the end?

It's so unwilling to lose......

It's such a shame to lose.

The surrounding light was dark and the sound was silent.

He looked at the goddess of literature in amazement.

A heart hurts to death.

It's over.

It's over.

The deadline has come, their poetry convention journey is over, and everything is over.

Yi Cheng was held by Mo Xiaotian blankly, and walked to the center of the stage following the host's words.

As a rule, the player who fails to defend is required to make an exit speech.

"I feel very lucky and happy to be on this stage." Mo Xiaotian smiled and held the microphone, "I'm very happy to be standing here with my classmate Yi Cheng......"

Yi Cheng kept a straight face, biting his lips and not saying a word.

He looked sideways at Mo Xiaotian.

The current goddess of literature.

Why.

Why can you still laugh?

The result is not known for anything.

In case of......

What if it's you who disappears?

Yi Cheng gritted his teeth, his eyes stung by the light.

It hurts.

This damn light.

Why fight so hard?

Yi Cheng pursed his lips.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Mo Xiaotian's hand stiffened slightly.

The smile on her face also disappeared.

The defeat speech stopped in the middle of the speech.

There was silence.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at them.

Teacher Dong Qing opened his mouth and was about to warm up when the director's voice suddenly came from the headset.

"Give them some time first, if it doesn't work well, we'll cut it later."

She didn't understand what was happening, but she was silent.

……

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiaotian pursed his lips and asked cautiously.

"It's not ......," Yi Cheng gritted his teeth, "the lights are too dazzling." ”

"Then let's get out of here." The goddess of literature said, her expression changed slightly, and she became a little flustered.

Her body moved slightly, and Yi Cheng grabbed her right hand in her hand.

"Don't. This is the studio. ”

"So what?" Yi Cheng endured the stinging sensation uncomfortably, "This is the last, the last moment." ”

When this recording is over, it's all over.

Yi Cheng let out a sigh in his heart.

The goddess of literature looked at him in disbelief with her eyes twinkling.

"Why?" She said with some annoyance, tears in her eyes.

"What, why?"

"I thought," the goddess of literature stared silently at his face, "that in your heart, you would not be sad about my departure." ”

"Am I such a hard-hearted person in your eyes?"

The goddess of literature stubbornly raised her head proudly and turned her face to the side.

"Yes. You are. ”

Bite.

At this moment, a cold mechanical voice sounded in Yi Cheng's brain-

[Congratulations on clearing the copy of Distant Poems.]

Obtain the Poetry of Distant Clears Pack.

Unlock a new dungeon - Journey of the Souls

Yi Cheng was suddenly stunned.

His eyes were glazed over.

How could it be......

How so?

I didn't do anything.

The goddess of literature held his hand and pursed her lips and laughed.

"Let's go back and talk about it."

……

On this day, it rained lightly in the capital.

The weather is slightly cold.

Two people strolled on the sidewalk outside the big pants with umbrellas, and did not follow the army to take the bus back to the hotel.

"So, I obviously didn't do anything," Yi Cheng said uncomfortably, "I can't even write poetry, why did I pass the customs?" ”

"That's because."

The goddess of literature looks straight ahead.

In front, there is a father who carries his daughter on his shoulders and quickly passes the traffic light.

"That's because I heard the poetry in your heart."

"Poetry from the bottom of my heart?" Yi Cheng was completely confused.

"Poetry, words, and music are just a way to express emotions. What really makes them shine is the true feeling in their hearts. ”

The goddess of literature put her hands in her pockets and walked slowly forward.

Yi Cheng ran a few steps, holding an umbrella, to shield her from the wind and rain.

"In fact, the only thing that can move people is the real heart." The goddess of literature laughed lonely.

"Okay."

Yi Cheng nodded.

He probably understood.

Yi Cheng listened to her and opened the customs clearance package-

【Poetry of the Distant Cleared Pack:

Bonus: The pen of the goddess of literature, writing with it makes it easier to create classic literary works.

Skill Points x1]

Yi Cheng took a deep breath and closed the system interface.

Uncomfortable.

There is no literary goddess entity.

But—

Yi Cheng squinted his eyes.

At least he could judge that in front of him was the goddess of literature.

It looked like she had completely projected on Mo Xiaotian's body.

It's just a little more certain.

Now that the task is half completed, Mo Xiaotian still needs to come back.

"So, what does my inner poem look like? I'd like to hear a few words. Yi Cheng looked sideways at her and smiled slyly.

"Well."

The goddess of literature stopped.

In front of them, there is a traffic light to cross the street.

Now it's a red light.

Go at a green light and stop at a red light.

This is the most basic traffic rule.

The goddess stood still, silently looking at the other side.

Her lips twitched, and she smiled—

"If tears are a poem.

Then it will definitely be what you look like.

It's cold,

It's like a shadow.

If tears are stones.

Then it must be your name engraved.

Proud,

It's like a piece of ice.

If the tears are a piece of paper,

Then writing down must be on your mind.

Like rain.

Like fog.

Like a dream.

In the dream, it's your side face.

It's like the tip of a cut finger.

Whispering.

Sighing.

Helpless.

Doomed to fly far.

We're like two parallel lines,

Stand on either side of the mirror.

Looking at each other, but never intersecting.

I got it.

I'm alone.

I'll go.

Alone.

It's like we're separated by infinite rivers and mountains.

Perhaps, only by turning around can you reach the other side. ”

……

Yi Cheng was silent for a few seconds.

The umbrella in his hand is diagonally in the air.

After hearing her say—

I come, I'm alone.

I'm gone, and I'm alone.

I don't know why, I feel my heart hurting to death.

This guy.

I don't know if it's the poem in his heart.

Or her own.

Yi Cheng recalled her first appearance and felt distressed.

Under the appearance of that proud goddess, is it such a lonely heart?

After a while.

He laughed.

"Say it like it's true."

The red light is flashing, and it is about to jump to the green light.

"So," Yi Cheng said with a smile after a pause, "as long as you smile more, there will be more and more friends." ”

"Moreover, if you keep a straight face often, you will get facial paralysis when you get old."

"What?"

It was at this moment that Yi Cheng saw Mo Xiaotian's body suddenly tremble.

Her whole person is unstable.

Yi Cheng hurriedly pulled her up.

"Huh......"

Mo Xiaotian leaned against Yi Cheng's arm, lowered his head, and looked at his hands in a daze.

"How did I end up here?"

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