The traffic situation in S City is really worrying, but fortunately he set off earlier, and He Lan narrowly caught up with the time.

The driver parked the car and immediately took He Lan to the direction of the theater.

The design of the Grand Theater is more special, it is located near the suburbs, not far from a few mountains.

In the middle of the square, it is surrounded by pools, but there is no entrance.

The only entrance and exit is an underground passage.

The reason for this design is said to be to isolate the surrounding noise with water, so as to ensure that there is no crowd in the surrounding area as much as possible.

He Lan was about to leave the ticket gate, but was stopped by the driver.

"Go this way."

"There's a dedicated access to a private room on the second floor."

Belch.

He Lan had a big head.

It seems that I am still not used to the way of thinking of rich people.

He followed the driver to the private room on the second floor, where the thick carpet and the exquisite decoration around him really added a little quietness and elegance.

makes people feel that even the voice of speech seems to be a little suppressed.

He Lan walked into the private room.

"Oh, He Lan Xiaoyou is here." Chi Lao got up excitedly.

Seeing the old man shouting loudly, He Lan pinched his sweat.

Why are you yelling so loudly?

This is a theater, are you an excited child?

Who knows, the next moment, a louder voice with even more excitement exploded violently.

"It's you!"

A middle-aged man walked over quickly, grabbed He Lan's hand, and shook it desperately.

Almost broke him up.

He Lan took a step back, and only then did he see the person who was coming.

The person who came with gold-rimmed eyes, skinny as wood, and a suit stunned him to convey the effect of clothes hanging on the drying rack and swaying in the wind.

"He Lan Xiaoyou, let me introduce you." Chi Lao coughed, "This is ......"

"I am the president of our Jiangbei Provincial Poetry Circle, bearded and often bearded." The middle-aged man excitedly held He Lan's hand, his eyes were full of light, as if he had seen a rare treasure.

Long beard?

Short on knowledge?

"Classmate He Lan, I have caught you!"

He Lan: ??

Did I just break out of prison?

"We haven't seen each other, have we?"

"I haven't seen it, but I've been longing for you for a long time!"

Hu Chang grabbed He Lan's hand and shook it excitedly.

He Lan was really a little scared - could it be that this guy is a pervert?

"That day, I was drinking in the East China Sea Stone Cliff and Guanhai Pavilion, and I saw your poems with my own eyes, which shook the ancient seal of the demon town."

Oh, that's it.

He Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Beard Chang said with relish, "From that moment on, I was determined to find the original author......

He looked at He Lan sincerely, and then spoke word by word.

"Then worship him as a teacher!"

Worship me as a teacher?

He Lan only felt that one head was two big.

What are you kidding?

Does this person have a hole in his brain?

"You've won the prize," He Lan retracted his hand vigilantly, "I'm just a high school student, and the poems are also made by the ancients." ”

"No, no, no, don't say no." Hu Zichang looked at He Lan seriously, "I have written poetry for most of my life. It's not a boast, there are really few people in Jiangbei who have the ability to compose poetry with me. ”

"I have also been proud of my poetry for a long time, and now it seems that I am simply a frog at the bottom of a well, but I don't know it."

He lifted his glasses with some embarrassment.

"But in the past few years, I have been socializing a lot, and my writing has become less and less flavorful when I was young."

"Until that day, we gathered in the poetry circle of Jiangbei Province and were fortunate to see the scene of the birth of the famous article!"

Beard often recalls with relish.

At that time, the wind and rain were blowing, and the lightning was thundering.

The ancient seal of the demon suppression seems to be about to fly.

I'd rather give up suppressing the remnants of the demon clan under the mountain, and rush over to contend with a strange text!

A poem can actually disturb the peace of heaven and earth!

And who knows, a moment later, everything came to an abrupt end.

The clouds are gone, and everything is back to normal.

It's just that the ancient seal on the cliff echoed, and a few remnant poems were written.

Take the moon as the pen and the cliff as the paper.

For thousands of years, who still has this pomp and circumstance that leads to the vision of heaven and earth?

Impossible, right?

Is there anyone today who writes poems that can shock the heavens and the earth and achieve this kind of special effect?

However, after reading the remnants of the poems on the cliff, several people in the poetry circle all shut their mouths.

……

The road is long, I will go up and down and seek.

…………

is also good at what he has done, although he has not regretted his death.

…………

Awesome!

In addition to being shocked, they even looked at each other, ashamed of themselves.

Where are we?

Who are we?

What have we written about our poems over the years?

Are we running a cram school for elementary school students?

………………

The beard often said with relish.

Those present listened quietly, but their hearts were very surprised.

And what's going on?

Unfortunately, these visions were captured by the camera, resulting in few people being seen.

Now listening to the beard often touted with oil and vinegar, everyone is a little dumbfounded.

Looking at He Lan's eyes, it was more like looking at a monster.

"I'm a little abrupt, but I'm definitely not stupid." Hu Zichang took two steps back seriously, "When you meet a famous teacher, you are a real fool if you don't ask for advice because of your age!" ”

It's broken.

He Lan was a little nervous.

This guy is obviously that kind of "poetry fanatic".

In ancient times, it was probably a dangerous element who jumped into the river in the middle of the night to catch the moon in order to be able to write a good poem.

When his teacher?

Neither to death!

If it is a pair of spray training, you can accompany him to the line with a beard.

But when you write poetry, forget it.

I don't know how to write poetry at all, I just use the famous works of my predecessors. When the time comes, if he really comes to ask for advice, and he blindly points out, won't he show his feet?

"The seniors are too modest, but the name of this 'teacher' is too heavy, and I can't afford it."

Beard's eyes turned red, and he even turned his head to look at the railing next to him.

On the second floor, there is a semi-open-air private room with a direct view of the stage.

Beard often gritted his teeth.

"If Mr. He doesn't agree, I'll ......"

He Lan was taken aback.

What are you going to do, jump?

Don't!

You can't die at this height!

"Don't, I didn't mean that," He Lan quickly changed his words, "If Teacher Hu looks up to me, we can intersect with the same generation and call Teacher Hu a big brother." ”

"If there are any poetry activities in the future, please ask Brother Hu to take me one, and we can communicate with each other."

Hu Zichang's eyes suddenly lit up.

His Adam's apple moved, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, he slowly bent down and saluted, and his eyes were actually a little red.

"Teacher He, thank you, thank you!"

Only people like Hu Zichang, who have personally experienced the stone cliffs of the East China Sea and the moment of heaven and earth preaching, can deeply know how much energy is contained behind these poems.

He has no doubt that given time, He Lan is definitely a figure who can shine in the poetry world!

The other party said that it was for him to be a teacher.

As long as you can follow him and get some guidance, even if you are a miscellaneous and bed warmer, what do you not want to do?

But who would have expected that He Lan would propose to discuss with his peers.

Is it worth it for people like me?

Bearded Chang's eyes were a little red.

After a while, he couldn't help but laugh, looking a little nervous.

"I just thought that if Teacher He didn't agree, the play I wrote today would rather stop directly than make a fool of myself in front of you!"

Oh, it wasn't like jumping off a building.

He Lan sighed, but was also slightly surprised.

"You wrote this play?"

"I'm really ashamed, this stage play is indeed the work of our Jiangbei poetry circle, and I am the main writer."

"It's just...... Since it was completed, the key song has not been very satisfying. ”

"After auditioning three times before, many critics criticized us, saying that we would only rely on the beauty of young actors to sell tickets, but the acting skills and scripts were not good."

"I've also been scolded for being a bloody dog."

Beard Chang gritted his teeth and glanced downstairs with fear.

"Today is the first official performance, and the critics are all sitting under the eyes, ready to pick thorns! The face of our Jiangbei poetry circle over the years has relied on this scene. ”

"If the evaluation is not good, I am afraid that several of our responsible persons will resign and step down, and someone else will be selected to be responsible."

Hu Zichang glanced at He Lan deeply.

"And Mr. He's poems yesterday just saved us from the difficulty of the Jiangbei poetry circle!"