In Xiao Fengshan's apartment, Shen Yu touched his head and tried hard to recall the source of this voice.

Lu Bowen's voice was still coming from the phone.

"Actually, I have always loved poetry, but I am busy with work and lack the opportunity to create! I haven't had time to meet friends in the poetry world. ”

"Just right, I have the opportunity to meet you today, I..."

When Shen Yu heard this, he finally remembered who the owner of this voice was.

Isn't this the one who came to him to buy poems and was scolded by him!

Why is the other party here?

Narrow road? Or is it intentional?

Shen Yu's brows furrowed slightly, and the original idea of participating in this competition also dissipated.

Do more and do more wrong! Gou Dao is holy!

He would rather not have these 300,000 than make a mistake.

At this time, Lu Bowen had already finished introducing himself, and the poets below were also highly praised.

"Mr. Lu is really young and promising!"

"There are very few young people who pay attention to literary cultivation like Mr. Lu."

"Mr. Lu's words were deafening and echoed in my ears for a long time!"

This boasting made Lu Bowen feel very comfortable!

Sure enough, there is money that can make ghosts grind, and the feeling of being touted by cultural people is really cool.

Lu Bowen's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he immediately said!

"My first time attending the seminar, I was impressed by the culture. In order to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for creation, I decided to sponsor another 300,000 yuan! Awarded to the second and third runners! ”

Brush it up!

The crowd was restless again, and it was boiling!

"Mr. Lu! Gao Yi! ”

In fact, most of the people who are able to sit here and participate in this bullshit internal seminar are doing so to build relationships and earn subsidies.

These people are all middle- and low-level people who are not very well-known in the poetry circle, and they make very little money.

They don't have the luxury of getting the first place, but these two or three places can still be competed for!

Everyone was very excited, but Zhen Shen was stupid, he stared at Lu Bowen on the stage, and said with his mouth;

"It's not the same plan as it was at the beginning!"

Now everyone's enthusiasm has been mobilized, what if a few good poems are really written?

Lu Bowen didn't understand what Zhen Shen meant, he just blinked his eyes and showed a smug smile.

'Brother Zhen, I'm doing a good job! ’

I don't blame him for the extraneous branches, but the evidence of this game, the host, the referee, and the co-organizer are all my people, what are you Wang Yan fighting with me?

The bigger the trouble, the bigger your Wang Yan's face will be lost!

Lu Bowen glanced at Liu Zhongwei on the side, and the other party immediately understood and said;

"Alright, our game is now officially underway!"

Liu Zhongwei's voice fell, and immediately a slightly fat, very festive poet stood up.

"Well, can I try it?"

Shen Yu was still wondering, daring to be the first to stand up, why was he so restrained.

But right away, the crowd gave the answer.

When they looked at the poet who stood up, they burst into laughter.

"Zhao Tingmin! Poetry is an art of language, and it is important to express one's heart directly! Isn't it funny that you always use the rules of those ancient poems to demand the current poets! ”

"What? Did Wang Yan's appearance give you confidence? Can you compare? ”

"Come out with a Wang Yan, it's enough to write a commotion, the Chinese poetry world can't tolerate you Zhao Tingmin!"

"Your figure really occupies a position!"

"Go down! Don't be embarrassed in front of so many peers! ”

From these shouts, Shen Yu learned some information.

This person named Zhao Tingmin is a person who is obsessed with creating poems in ancient style, which is a relatively rare existence in today's literary world.

After all, modern poetry is more free in style, and the requirements for authors are lower.

There are chains of contempt in various circles, but you are close to poetry, despise ancient poetry,

Isn't this the opposite of Tiangang!

Shen Yu felt that he couldn't understand the Poetry Association anymore.

In the conference room, Zhao Tingmin listened to the mocking voices around him, and there was no wave in his heart.

He'd heard too many of these voices!

In the early years, Zhao Tingmin also thought about giving up, but at this time, he saw Wang Yan's "Eyes and Eyes" and saw Jian Sao's "Untitled"!

The fire in his heart was completely ignited by those beautiful words, and Zhao Tingmin once again had the motivation to persevere.

So today, he stood up desperately, wanting to show a poet's love for poetry in front of his idol Wang Yan.

Zhao Tingmin took a deep breath, and all the noise in his ears was blocked at this moment.

He said slowly;

"I also wrote a song today, "Eyes are Beautiful, Late Summer is Soft"!"

Just listening to the name, the disdain on everyone's faces became even heavier.

"Follow the trend! Nothing new! ”

"Huh! Seeing that Wang Yan is on fire, I want to get a piece of the pie! Understand, understand! ”

Lu Bowen, who was sitting in the stands, directly sentenced him to death after hearing the name Zhao Tingmin.

'Damn, who are you not good with, you are with Wang Yan? ’

'Anyone who has anything to do with Wang Yan deserves to die! ’

However, everyone's ridicule did not overshadow Zhao Tingmin's voice after all.

He read out the words he had written, word by word.

Until the last word hits the ground.

Zhao Tingmin finally opened his eyes and exhaled deeply.

He felt very happy to write his poems in front of so many people and write his carefully created poems!

Zhao Tingmin looked at the silent crowd with a smile, waiting for their comments.

In his opinion, the poems he carefully prepared this time will not be ridiculed by everyone!

However, no sooner had this thought flashed than someone was heard shouting:

"This word, no!"

The smile on Zhao Tingmin's face froze, and he looked up at Lu Bowen in the stands, only to see the other party lying on the table, his brows furrowed, and he looked very displeased.

Lu Bowen continued;

"It's a mess, I don't even know what the author is trying to express!"

With him at the beginning, the rest of the poets hurriedly chimed in;

"Yes, yes, yes! The central idea is not obvious, which is a failure! ”

"I care too much about the accumulation of rhetoric and forget the expression of feelings! Zhao Tingmin, you can't write this word! ”

"You'd better go back to elementary school and back to the furnace! The important thing in writing poetry is feelings! ”

The sound of everyone's ridicule was like a knife stabbing Zhao Tingmin's body.

Zhao Tingmin's face became more and more pale, and his fat body was trembling constantly, and he had a feeling of despair when he was hit like this.

Lu Bowen looked at Zhao Tingmin's appearance, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

'Dare to learn from Wang Yan? They all have to die! ’

However, just when everyone was mocking Zhao Tingmin, a round of applause suddenly rang out.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

"That's good!"