"If there is a problem, they are coming to me, Mo Lao is not in good health."

Qin Yi's voice was a little more stern, looking at some people below who were about to move.

"Qin Yi, I didn't mean to look down on you, it's just..."

A middle-aged uncle sitting in the audience glanced at him contemptuously, and the disdain in his expression was very obvious.

"Just now Mo Lao said that the poems in the new book were all written by you?"

Qin Yi looked at this person with an unkind appearance.

"I wrote it."

"In Xiamaji, he is also a poet, I want to discuss poetry with you, do you dare?"

Ma Ji stood up, and his momentum looked very strong.

He looked arrogant, looking down on Qin Yi.

Mo Linlin, who was sitting in the first row, glanced at her angrily.

Hum.

Playing against Brother Yi, you will definitely lose.

Brother Yi's poems were regarded as gods by his grandfather.

Grandpa has never admired anyone in his life, but Qin Yi is exactly that.

Mo Lao glanced at Ma Ji not very approvingly, and then thought about Qin Yi's level, so he didn't stop it.

Ma Ji is now the vice president of the poetry society in the literary world, and he is good at writing ancient poems.

has a great reputation in the industry, and there have been few times for such-for-tat confrontation in recent years.

It's a pity that Mo Lao doesn't know that Ma Ji is also entrusted by people and loyal to people.

"How do you want to compare?"

In the face of Ma Ji's aggressiveness, Qin Yi did not panic at all.

He sat idlely, looking at the Ma Ji under the stage, and there was no trace of nervousness on his face.

Hum.

Play for the gallery.

Ma Ji, as one of the top poets, was very angry when he looked at Qin Yi's appearance.

Young people who don't know the severity of it, do they think that they can be so arrogant if they get rid of Mo Lao.

"Let the director come up with a topic, and the person who writes it in half an hour wins."

"What if it was all written?"

After listening to the rules, Qin Yi opened his mouth in confusion.

Ma Ji raised his head disdainfully, you can write it, you are amazing.

"Many of you here today are scholars from the Literary Society, and if they all write it, let them judge who is the best."

Ma Ji is not worried about this matter at all, most of these scholars have a good relationship with him, and he can not stand on his side.

The more Mo Lao listened, the more he felt bored, "Xiao Yi..."

He turned his head and called Qin Yi and shook his head slightly at him.

"Grandpa Mo don't worry, you can sit in peace."

Immediately, Qin Yi poured out with pride, and said to Ma Ji very confidently.

"Okay."

Ma Ji waited for his words.

I don't know if I'm alive or dead.

"Let's start then, please let the director be a witness."

The director was watched by everyone, and slowly sweat oozed from his head.

Today's book launch was supposed to be good, how could it be like this?

I didn't expect that the reporter would make trouble first.

Even the poets will start to mess with it.

What the hell is going on.

Today's book launch is so important, and all the people who come are big names in the industry.

This one is careless, but something is going to happen.

He slowly moved to the front of the stage, watching everyone in the audience look at the joke without saying a word.

Even the grandfathers who were close to Mo Lao silently bowed their heads and stopped talking.

In fact, Qin Yi knew this kind of scene very well in his heart.

If you don't have enough power, no one will want to help you.

Unless you're really strong, everyone will be looking for you at this time.

So he refused Grandpa Mo's assistance and planned to conquer them with his strength.

"Then let's... to..."

The director looked around with some confusion and asked for help.

He's really not good at this kind of thing.

"Don't worry, you say whatever comes to mind."

Qin Yi comforted the director loudly, looking at him with more encouragement.

The director gritted his teeth and identified the opening.

"Write a seven-word quatrain, with a casual idea."

Seven quatrains?

It's a broad topic, and it's not technical.

But it's not easy to write well.

Qin Yi deliberately checked it when he first came to this world.

This generation does not have those ancient poets, let alone the works of those celebrities through the ages.

With so much inventory in his head, how could he lose.

Ma Ji is also very satisfied with this topic, this kind of yes and no question.

In fact, it is the best to write, and it all depends on a mouth to explain.

"Please prepare, it's time to time."

The director hurriedly arranged it.

Not for a while.

Put the tables and chairs in place.

Qin Yi and Ma Ji sat on chairs respectively, with a blank piece of paper and a pen on the table.

"Let's go."

With the director's order.

The scene was quiet, and everyone subconsciously even reduced their breathing.

The camera in the back is recording and recording the whole process.

Such a scene must be on fire after it is broadcast.

Ma Ji glanced at Qin Yi with a victorious expression.

He picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and then began to write.

Qin Yi sat unhurriedly, and he was not in a hurry to start writing.

"Qin Yi, this kid, doesn't look like someone who can write poetry..."

"Ma Ji's specialty is to write ancient poems, and this time Qin Yi lost."

"Hey... Mo Lao's new book launch was also too exciting. ”

Whispering slowly began below.

Everyone is not optimistic about Qin Yi.

Everyone thought that Mo Lao deliberately praised him for becoming famous.

A singer in the entertainment industry wants to come to the cultural circle to be plated with gold.

You can't take everyone for a fool.

Besides, it's a bit too much to pull in Mo Lao.

Mo Lao's book, with a clear eye, is aimed at winning the award.

How can you let this kind of person who doesn't know anything rub the heat.

Just when everyone is disdainful.

Qin Yi finally began to start writing.

I saw that he didn't hesitate at all, brushed a few strokes, and then put down the pen.

Signaling that the director himself has finished writing.

The director doesn't understand these ancient poems.

He simply took it down and let the people of the poetry club take turns to go through it.

Everyone got it in their hands curiously.

It's just a look of not caring.

But.

After the first person finished reading it, he was directly stunned.

The poem... It's so well written!

It can't be written by a novice, at least it would take years of deep cultivation in the field of literature to write this poem.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.

---- Lime groans.

This is a classic seven-character quatrain.

The author is a supporter.

I couldn't hold the paper in my hand tremblingly, and the people behind me were very curious.

"What's wrong? Can't write it, right? I knew it! ”

Everyone subjectively thought that Qin Yi would definitely lose.

So I didn't have much interest in his poetry either.

"I'll see, I'll see."

Three or four people gathered together, picked up the paper in their hands and looked at it.

It doesn't matter if you look at it.

Everyone is a master in this industry.

At a glance, you can tell if it's good or not.

The poem...

Several people kept looking at it in shock, and their eyes were reluctant to take their eyes off it.

Who would have thought that this was written by Qin Yi?

He just wrote it by hand?

This poem was written by Qin Yi himself just now?

That's great, too!

The whole poem adopts a symbolic technique, ostensibly writing lime, but in fact, it is a metaphor for people and dragging things.