"Huh?"

"What is the title of the poem that the host just recited?"

"What...... To sleep with you? ”

……

There was a commotion in the audience, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Host, you're reading the poem." Liang Feifei turned on the microphone and said.

The host hesitated for a moment, glanced at the content of the poem written by Yu Xian, calmed down, and slowly spoke: "Sleep with you through most of China." ”

"How can this be true? It is a blatant desecration of the audience's hearing! Why do you invite such people to participate in the competition? Liang Feifei suddenly became furious, so shocked that the host subconsciously retreated half a step.

"Teacher Liang Feifei, this ......" The host held back his anger and tried his best to squeeze out an unnatural smile.

What are you as a guest judge?

Is the membership of a local poetry association very powerful?

Is it qualified to criticize the entire team of Yilin magazine?

"Teacher Liang Feifei, this is not in your association, convergence!" Ma Yunlong tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice to remind.

"Tsk." Yu Huizhen glanced at Liang Feifei with disdain.

"According to the competition, the contestants' works still have to be recited, right? This kind of vulgar and obscene poem is not suitable for the host to read, let the creator of this poem come in person. ”

"This ......" Just as the host hesitated, Yu Xian stood up from his seat and signaled that he was ready.

Seeing this, the host didn't say anything, walked to Yu Xian step by step, and then handed him the microphone with his own hands.

Yu Xian took it politely, smiled and bowed slightly, closed his eyes lightly, and slowly inhaled a breath of cool air: "Sleep with you through most of China." ”

"Does he really have the face to read?"

"Driving on site? It's scary, where's my seat belt? ”

"I don't know what's in that person's head."

……

"Actually, sleeping with you is almost the same as being slept with by you, nothing more than that"

"The force of the collision of two bodies is nothing more than the flower that this force urges"

After reading the two sentences, the smile on the host's face was already a little bitter, she knew that this poem was not what it looked like on the surface, but how many people would target and denounce the surface of this poem?

Sleeping with you? Sleeping with you?

Two bodies colliding? Blooming?

Anyone who has read a little bit of a book can understand the metaphor of this word, right?

It's so dirty that it can't be dirty?

"Isn't this a poetry contest? How did this kind of poetry come about? ”

"Oh my God! I regret being here as a reader judge. ”

"What the hell! Why do you want him to continue reading? ”

The denunciation of the readers, the jury and the audience became more and more intense, and the noise on the scene became louder and louder.

Yu Xian was unconscious, still in a calm state:

"It's nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower that makes us mistakenly think that life is being reopened"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Yu Huizhen's face moved. At first glance, this poem sounds like a continuation of the first two extremely dirty verses, but it has a hazy metaphor, a metaphor that deserves to be pondered and savored.

"For most of China, everything is happening: volcanoes are erupting, rivers are drying"

"Some uncared political prisoners and displaced people"

"Elk and red-crowned cranes at gunpoint"

Volcanoes erupting? Is the river dry?

This still seems to be a vulgar metaphor......

So, what do political prisoners, homeless people, elk, red-crowned cranes mean?

These words, connected to the whole sentence, and then linked to the previous verse, seem to suddenly become completely different from the whole poem.

"Awesome." Yu Huizhen sighed silently in her heart.

"I see." Ma Yunlong nodded slightly.

"Huh?" Liang Feifei frowned.

The audience is mostly confused or dismissive.

"What the hell is he trying to say?"

"If it's so dirty, why is it so mysterious?"

"Listen to his nonsense! It's just a little obscene poetry with gorgeous rhetoric! ”

……

"I'm going through the rain of bullets to sleep with you"

"I am pressing countless nights into a dawn to sleep you"

"I'm innumerable, I'm running into one, I'm going to sleep with you"

After this paragraph, Yu Xian's voice became more intense and more imposing.

"What the hell is this?" Sleep with you' is a word that has the face to read so loudly? So reasonable? ”

"Hmm...... I seem to feel a little bit of it. ”

"I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand it at all......"

The audience's reaction began to be polarized, with those who began to identify with the poem and those who still thought the poem was a vulgar work that could not be put on the stage.

"This poem ......" Yu Huizhen took a deep breath in surprise, and her pupils suddenly locked.

"Love you? No way. Looking for you? No way! Chasing you? Not at all! Yu Huizhen muttered to herself, imagining replacing the word "sleeping with you" with other words, but no matter how she changed it, it changed the original unique mood and style of the poem.

"Of course I'll be led astray by some butterflies too"

"Think of some compliments as spring"

"Treat a village like Hengdian as my hometown"

"And they"

"It's all an indispensable reason for me to sleep with you"

Compared with the previous three sentences, Yu Xian's voice became soft when he recited the last few sentences, with an indescribable infatuation and sadness.

The last sentence of the poem echoes the first few lines, and inadvertently, the opening verse suddenly changes its meaning, and in retrospect, it feels less vulgar, but quite meaningful.

"Pap, papa, papa-" Yu Huizhen applauded first, and then, in the audience and in the readers' jury, people who applauded gradually appeared, and the applause gradually changed from small to large.

"Hey, what are you clapping for? Sick? ”

"You're sick!"

"You also appreciate this kind of poetry?"

"Tsk, you know you didn't listen carefully?"

"Can you still listen to this? What are you talking about? ”

The audience and the jury of readers were completely divided into two parts, one who almost worshipped the poem as a god, and the other who still spit on it, believing that the poem was extremely vulgar and defiled with the senses.

"Host?" Yu Xian looked at the host who was stunned, picked up the microphone and reminded softly.

The host smiled apologetically and walked over to take the microphone, gave Yu Xian a smile of appreciation, and turned around and walked to the center of the stage:

"Okay, now I invite the reader jury and the special guest judges to score."

The first thing that came out was the score of the readers' jury: 32 points

Yu Huizhen sighed, she thought that the poem was clamped down by the rules of the competition. If it is not recited aloud, but it is displayed in words, or it is recited again, it will certainly not be the case.

Half a minute later, the scores of the three guest judges were also displayed.

Ma Yunlong: 8 points

Liang Feifei: 0 points

Yu Huizhen: 9 points

"What's going on? 0 points? ”

"The difference in the scores of the special judges this time is too big, right?"

"I can't read it anymore......"

Yu Huizhen looked at Liang Feifei in surprise, and then glared at him: "You're a little too much, right?" ”

"Oh?" Liang Feifei glanced back nonchalantly.

The host looked at these numbers and was quite dissatisfied, but she was the host, not the judge, and she couldn't speak freely about her evaluation.

"Player No. 3 scored 49 points in the first round. Now, I would like to ask the three guest judges to briefly comment on this poem. ”