"Hello Mr. Su."

"Mr. Sue."

"Teacher Su."

The surrounding students greeted the visitors one after another.

Wang Youyu bit her ear: "His name is Su Zhongjun, a professor of the Department of Chinese of Peking University, the permanent vice president of the China Association of Literary and Art Circles, and a top master ......."

Su Zhongjun looks like he is in his forties and is very elegant.

"Uncle Su, are you here too?" Guixiang greeted her, a little surprised, she hadn't heard that Su Zhongjun would come over in advance, but if Su Zhongjun came, then could it be that Su Changchu would also come?

"Rongrong, you're here too?" Su Zhongjun nodded, pulling a smile. After glancing around, he also saw Chu Liumeng, and the other party smiled politely at him.

"Speaking of which, didn't Sister Chang Chu come?" Guixiang looked for it, but didn't see Su Changchu. This is a strange thing, she has a close relationship with Su Changchu, and knows that the other party has always respected Chu Liumeng. Since Chu Liumeng is here, can she not come?

"She's sick." Su Zhongjun couldn't laugh or cry on his face.

Su Changchu was really sick. At the thought of meeting Chu Liumeng, the other party was so excited that he didn't sleep all night, and then he had a fever the next day.

Su Changchu didn't say anything at the time, but on the third day, he had a high fever of more than thirty-nine degrees, so he could only stay.

Thinking of Su Changchu's tearful scene at the time of parting, Su Zhongjun was distressed and funny. Why is it so difficult for his daughter to want to see Chu Liumeng?

"It turned out that she was sick, that's a pity......" Gui Xiang felt sorry on his face, but he was extremely glad in his heart, Su Changchu was not there, so she would be even less threatening.

In fact, she didn't look down on Chu Liumeng, she had also read the other party's articles and poems, and she did write very well. Especially the college entrance examination essay "On Staying in the Marquis", she would never be able to write an essay in ancient Chinese in such a short time.

But afterwards, the other party also admitted that she had written it in advance and happened to meet the college entrance examination. In this case, it is also a mountain that has to be overcome.

In fact, at the beginning, Gui Xiang had a stunning and appreciative attitude towards Chu Liumeng's appearance. But after her reputation was completely suppressed by Chu Liumeng, she was indignant in her heart, especially those bullshit self-media, who dared to tout that she was China's first talented woman! The online evaluation has been decided!

Who rated this? Does the Association recognize? Can you do whatever you want if you're pretty? A person who has not entered the Literary Association, even if he has some talent, how can he be recognized as "the most talented woman in the world"? Are there any rules?

Especially Guixiang just won the championship of the goddess, and in the blink of an eye, he was trampled on by a person who suddenly came out, why? No rules!

"yes." Su Zhongjun nodded, and couldn't help sighing, Su Changchu had a high fever, he didn't want to come. But Su Chang Chu forced him to come over, on the grounds that she wrote a few poems, wanted Chu Liumeng to comment, and begged Su Zhongjun to be the middleman.

No way, for the sake of his most beloved little daughter, Su Zhongjun still came over.

They were located at the highest point of Yingzhou Pavilion, that is, on the sixth floor, and were filled with several cases and benches, and anyone who came could just find a place to sit down.

Su Zhongjun said hello to a few students he knew, and sat at the front under the arrangement of the staff.

The front is not a bench, but a chair, which is mainly made for the bigwigs of the Literary Association to distinguish identities. Su Zhongjun glanced at Chu Liumeng again, but did not immediately look for her.

In fact, Su Zhongjun really can't care about Chu Liumeng now, as soon as he sat down, students kept coming to ask for advice. It's basically some poems, Su Zhongjun can find the problem after a few glances, and give opinions casually, and then the seeker will open his mouth. Leaving satisfied.

Su Zhongjun pointed at several people with a smile on his face, but he was not very satisfied in his heart, he really didn't see the works that satisfied him, in his opinion, the young people now are far inferior to them back then. Could it be that the inheritance of this civilization is really inferior from generation to generation?

That is, when I saw Guixiang's "Linjiang Immortal" and another person's poem, I was relieved.

Su Zhongjun glanced at Chu Liumeng again, and the other party was sitting in his seat talking to the people at the next table, feeling a little disappointed.

He has been very optimistic about Chu Liumeng from the beginning, but recently, the other party may have been affected by external factors, and there have been no works, which is a pity.

But it's also normal, literary creation has a lot to do with mood. He himself is too, and when he is in a good mood, he can write seven or eight poems and two articles a day. If you're in a bad mood, you won't be able to write a piece that satisfies you for three or four days.

It's like writing, when the mentality is good, it's not difficult to write 10,000 words a day, and when the mentality is bad, even if you only write 100 words, it's like eating shi.

In fact, Su Zhongjun hoped that Chu Liumeng would come to him for advice, and then he encouraged her as an elder senior, poured some chicken soup, let her recover as soon as possible, and talked about his daughter by the way.

"Why haven't the others come? What about Zhu Mountain? What about Han Huifei? Su Zhongjun was a little impatient in his heart, but he didn't expect that the organizer of this cultural meeting did not come, and he arrived first, a person who had temporarily decided to participate.

After a while, the two finally came to a long time.

"Why are you here?" Su Zhongjun looked at the water droplets on the heads of the two of them, and then looked out the window, and there was already light snow outside

"There's a lot to prepare, so it's delayed." Han Feifei smiled and pointed at Zhu Dengshan, "But if you really want to blame him, Fei pulled me to drink two more glasses." ”

The three of them chatted for a while, and when they saw that everyone was almost here, they signaled to the host to start. The host is really Zhu Suiliang, the son of Zhu Dengshan.

Zhu Suiliang walked up, coughed, signaled everyone to be quiet, and then introduced Su, Gui, and Zhu.

The audience applauded warmly, and the applause faded, Han Feifei said with a smile: "This literary meeting is in Chibi, presumably many students have quietly made sufficient preparations." ”

Some people in the audience chuckled, but in fact, most of them had done some homework, and some even made poems in advance.

Han Feifei laughed: "Hahaha, this time we have three questions, a total of two hours." ”

Zhu Dengshan said: "The first question is to write a poem casually, close style poems can be, ancient style poems can also be, but there must be rivers and snow." The second question is to write a word, Chibi nostalgia, but there can be no word Chibi, and there can be no characters of the Three Kingdoms. The third question is to write an article, as long as it is related to wine......"

"Uncle Zhu, there are so many of us girls, how can we write about wine?" Gui Xiang raised his hand and smiled slightly.

"Haha, whatever you want, whatever you want. You can write about drinking, or you can write about drinking and making mistakes! Zhu Dengshan smiled, this third question was from him, he was addicted to alcohol and meat in his life, "You can walk around at will, but you can't discuss with each other, let alone look at others." It's only two hours, so you shouldn't be able to finish it, but it's okay, you can write a few questions. ”