After Tan Yaodong made the arrangements, he went to the back room and began to prepare for the process of this poetry conference.

in the room.

"Yaodong, is Xinyu coming?" Lu Xun saw Tan Yaodong come in and asked.

Tan Yaodong hurriedly said, "Yes, teacher, Xinyu and Xinxin are outside." ”

Lu Xun looked out the window, and could vaguely see Qiao Xinyu's back, and after a while, he sighed and said: "Xinyu and you were my favorite students back then, but it's a pity that she was too obsessed with the entertainment industry, otherwise her achievements would not be below you." ”

"The teacher is right, Xinyu is quick to think, and the students have always admired her." Tan Yaodong said.

Lu Xun continued: "I haven't seen each other for many years, and after a while, I will sit next to her, and I will talk to her." ”

"Okay."

"And that kid Shin Shin...... Well? What about Shin Shin......"

He suddenly found that it was not Xinxin who was sitting next to Qiao Xinyu, but another man, and then Qiao Xinyu next to the man, and asked in surprise: "Who ......is the young man next to Xinyu?" ”

Tan Yaodong was stunned.

He only knew that Xinxin called that man's father, but he forgot to ask what the specific name was.

"Forget it, it's fine."

Lu Xun waved his hand and said, "I'll go over and ask in a while, and it will be clear." ”

Lu Xun knew Tan Yaodong's temperament, and naturally knew that he would not pay attention to irrelevant people.

Tan Yaodong didn't say anything, he suddenly thought that after Lu Xun sat down for a while, if he heard Xinxin shouting that man's father, he didn't know what his reaction would be.

Oh, jealousy!

……

This poetry conference is actually Tan Yaodong's personal poetry exhibition.

He stood on the stage, shining brightly, the camera was focused on him, and occasionally he would pick out a few verses that he was satisfied with and recite a paragraph.

Most often, it is his students who recite his poems.

Gu Fei sat in his seat, watching Tan Yaodong pretending to be forced on the stage, and the literati around him would cheer loudly whenever they heard good poems.

"The dim sum tastes good, Xinxin can taste it."

"Thank you, Dad."

"Lin Jin, you can also taste it."

"Okay."

"Joe......"

Gu Fei turned his face and glanced at Qiao Xinyu, forget it, she will eat it herself, how do you feel that the old man sitting next to Qiao Xinyu looked at her strangely?

Several staff members carrying cameras pointed their lenses in the direction of Qiao Xinyu from time to time.

But Gu Fei could tell that the camera should be aimed at the old man.

The old man didn't care, but he kept chatting with Qiao Xinyu.

Time flies.

Tan Yaodong's poems are almost on display.

He picked up the microphone and cleared his throat and said: "I'm very happy that you can come to participate in the despicable poetry conference, Tan is a great honor, the following is the poetry link, I invited my teacher, Dean Lu of the School of Chinese at Yan University, to give you a proposition, I hope everyone can actively participate." ”

Lu Xun stood up, and the audience burst into warm applause.

"It's Mr. Lu Xun, this trip is really not in vain."

"Mr. Lu is only eight years old, only he can teach such an excellent poet as Mr. Tan."

"That's because you don't know, the most proud disciple of Teacher Lu back then was not Tan Yaodong."

"Is there anyone more powerful than Teacher Tan?"

"Of course, this was also a major event in Yanda back then."

There was a lot of talk around.

Gu Fei also knew from the discussion that this old man's name was Lu Xun.

Lu Xun stood on the stage and didn't say much, just picked up the brush and wrote two words on the white paper of the bookcase-

"Eyes."

The camera was focused on these two words, and the picture was synchronized to the big screen on the scene.

There was silence in the audience.

No one expected Lu Xun to come up with such a quirky topic, there are many sentences in the poem about the flow of eye waves and the full of eyebrows, but it is specifically about the eyes, and it is immediately difficult for these literati.

Gu Fei, who was originally silent, was also slightly stunned.

Eye?

It seems like......

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and searched for it, and sure enough, there was no scumbag in Gu Cheng in this world.

He slipped his phone into his pocket.

There are no plans to go on stage to pretend to beep.

After all, this is a poetry conference, although classical and modern poets are present, but because Tan Yaodong is a classical poet, this poetry conference is still dominated by ancient poetry.

Besides, Gu Fei is not interested in joining in the fun.

"Dad, do you know how to write poetry?"

"No, it won't."

"Can you go up and write one?"

"I said I wouldn't."

"But I just saw you search with your phone."

Xinxin suddenly raised her hand and said, "Teacher Tan, my father said that he knows how to write. ”

Gu Fei was speechless.

This kid thinks that writing poems is the same as doing your homework, can you still use your mobile phone Baidu?

Tan Yaodong raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Fei.

This question is really difficult, he thinks that it is only a little eyebrow now, and that man has it so soon?

Hehe.

He didn't believe it, he would rather believe that it was Xinxin's oolong, but he really didn't have much of a good impression of Gu Fei, so he said: "Then ask this gentleman to come to the stage and write it for us." ”

Gu Fei glared at Xinxin.

Qiao Xinyu frowned, she just wanted to stop it, but found that Gu Fei had already stood up.

？？？？

Gu Fei walked up to the stage, smiled slightly, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and then wrote it behind Lu Xun's word "eyes......

When Lu Xun saw Gu Fei on stage at first, he was only slightly stunned.

But when he saw Gu Fei's words,

Stunned.

……

Gu Fei's poem just wrote a few words.

It's not finished yet.

But Lu Xun has been deeply attracted by Gu Fei's words, the brushstrokes are free, the font is strong and powerful, Lu Xun thinks that he has made a small achievement in calligraphy, but when his two words "eyes" and Gu Fei's words are put together, he can only sigh gloomily.

Consider oneself inferior to another.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"What is this written about......"

"Modern poetry?"

"Tan Yaodong's poetry club, using modern poetry to answer questions, I'm afraid it's not a smashing field, right?"

"It's a very good word."

"Writing modern poems with a brush always feels indescribably strange."

When Gu Fei finished writing, he himself breathed a sigh of relief.

In his previous life, he was a master of calligraphy, studying under contemporary calligraphy masters, and later he came out of the blue, and many people even said that if Gu Fei had no money, he would donate a few words to eat for half his life.

Gu Fei glanced at it, it was not bad, at least the level did not drop too much.

He also doesn't know what kind of aesthetic poetry the literati of this world have, what if they don't like modern poetry?

Good calligraphy, right?

Anyway, he just looked up this poem.

No.

No, I wrote it, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Gu Fei found that he had no guilt in copying it now.

The skin is getting thicker and thicker.

……