In the north, when entertaining guests, it is basically not divided into east, west, north and south, but depends on the distance from the door. The seat furthest from the door was the most distinguished seat at the table tonight.

Naturally, the master's family will not sit in this position, if Ye Luo doesn't come, then it will be Feng Jiahua who will sit in the main seat tonight.

But now, Ye is here, and Feng Jiahua is saying that he will not fall on the main throne at all.

Don't look at Ye Luo's youth, but he is a real literary giant. In the contemporary literary world, there may be those who can keep up with Ye Luo, but there is absolutely no one who can surpass him.

After some excuses, Ye Luo still sat in the innermost.

On the left hand side is Feng Jiahua, and on the right hand side is Tang Rou.

Today's master Fu Jinsheng, as the second son of Mr. Fu Yuhua, is also an influential figure in the contemporary literary world, is the director of a literary research office of the Academy of Literature, and published many well-known literary reviews and reports in the early years, which can be regarded as a leader among reportage authors.

Fu Jinsheng was the most host, and in order to show respect for the guests present, he sat in the most doorway with his daughter sitting next to him. The little girl was in the prime of her cardamom years, and at this time she was secretly looking at Ye Luo, who was complimented by everyone in turn, and her expression was mixed with some unconcealable admiration.

"It's a great honor to have you all today."

Fu Jinsheng raised his wine glass and said with a little excitement: "Especially Teacher Ye, Teacher Tang, and Professor Feng, a few friends from the imperial capital, who came to our party today, I really don't know how to thank you." ”

"For the rest, we'll talk about it later, I'll do this cup first."

After Fu Jinsheng finished speaking, he raised his glass and took a sip.

It used to be said to be a literary meeting, but now it seems that it is actually a drink.

To be honest, Ye Luo is really not very interested in this kind of thing at the wine table.

I don't hate it, but I'm not interested either, mainly because he doesn't drink too much.

When the first three people passed, it was time to pull people to introduce each other.

Ye Luo, the great god, is here, he must be the focus of tonight's banquet.

Although Fu Jinsheng is also a member of the Academy of Literature, he really hasn't spoken to Ye Luo.

If his father, Old Man Fu, was still alive, then he would definitely have many opportunities to get in touch with Ye Luo. But the so-called people go to tea to cool, although the cup of tea of the old Fu family is not too cold, but it is not as good as before after all.

At this time, Fu Jinsheng could only rely on Feng Jiahua to pass the needle and lead the way and help introduce each other.

"Teacher Ye, I'll take Jin Sheng to touch one with you. His father is my mentor, and Jin Sheng is also my fellow disciple. Feng Jiahua raised his glass and said, he is the only one who can talk directly to Ye Luo at this table.

"Teacher Ye, I did it, you are free." Fu Jinsheng was full of smiles.

"Mr. Fu, you don't have to drink too much, I can't drink." Ye Luo hurriedly persuaded him, he really didn't care about drinking too much or too little.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're free."

Ye Luo could only take a big sip of it.

"Teacher Ye, I'm Zheng Jiaxin from the Ancient Literature Association, when your new book was released, I sat opposite you in the first row, do you still have an impression?"

"Oh, Mr. Zheng, of course I have an impression. Come on, Mr. Zheng, let's have a drink. ”

"Yo, Teacher Ye, you drink less."

Another person saw the opportunity, "Teacher Ye, you really have a big name, it's really a blessing to see a real person today!" ”

"You're complimenting."

The man introduced himself, "Mr. Ye, I am Xu Tianlai from the Chengde Cultural Research Association. ”

"Director Xu, I've admired my name for a long time." Ye Luo also came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Teacher Ye, I'm Zhao Zihan from the Chengde Ancient Literature Association."

"Teacher Ye, we've met before, I'm that Xiao Li from the office of the Academy of Literature."

"Mr. Ye, I still have your autograph."

"Teacher Ye, I respect you."

"Teacher Ye ......"

Almost everyone is revolving around Ye Luo, this is also a matter of no choice, Ye Luo is too dazzling in the literary world, how could everyone have the opportunity to sit and eat with him before?

During this period, Fu Jinsheng also pulled his little girl and saluted Ye Luo several times in a row.

Ye Luo can also be regarded as knowing the real protagonist of today's banquet, Fu Jinsheng's little daughter, Fu Ruixue.

The name is good, and the person is quite handsome.

Originally, Ye Luo thought that this was the case today.

Drinking, chatting, letting the little girl know people, and posting some poetry articles in a certain magazine another day, and then these literary seniors present casually took a handful, and naturally entered the industry.

Although Ye Luo has not been writing for a long time, it has long been common for such things.

Just a while ago, when Ye Luo was preparing to film "The Masked Singer", the Xinwen Association made such a drama.

Hao Zhijun's niece was included in the list of members of this year's Xinwen Association.

This was nothing, but the embarrassing thing is that some of the modern poems published by my niece before were picked up by netizens. The whole article is ", pee, and fart", which is completely unsightly, and it is said to be "modern poetry", which insults these three words.

As a result, it has caused a lot of negative impact on the Internet.

In the end, it was the Literary Academy that came forward to apologize, which calmed down the matter.

Looking at today's posture, this Miss Fu wants to enter the Ancient Literature Association.

To be honest, Ye Luo was a little unhappy about this kind of thing.

Don't look at Ye Luo's lack of officials and positions in the Ancient Literature Association, but his words are much better than the words of the chairman of the association!

But the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, sometimes he can only turn one eye and close one eye.

As long as they are not as outrageous as Hao Zhijun and his niece, Ye Luo will go with them.

Just when Ye Luo thought it was going to end, Fu Jinsheng said, "Today's party is our party, and the wine will be drunk here first." Mr. Ye and Professor Feng, do you two say it's okay? ”

Feng Jiahua looked at Ye Luo and said with a smile: "Teacher Ye agrees, I agree." ”

"It's too polite, that's okay, I'll be here first today." Ye Luo borrowed the donkey from the slope, and he drank a little too much.

Seeing this, Fu Jinsheng continued, "Then let's play the next one." Please move to the warm pavilion next door, and I will have someone prepare hot tea. It happened to be snowing outside again, so let's enjoy the snow and drink some tea to sober up. ”

"Good, good."

"Down again? Hey, really. ”

"This is the right place to see the inside of the villa."

"Enjoying the snow at night, this artistic conception is really good."

"It's good, let's go."

"Teacher Ye, please first."

"Professor Feng."

Listening to Fu Jinsheng's arrangement, everyone was quite satisfied.

"I'm not going, I'm a little unconscious, and I'm going back to sleep." Ye Luo didn't hide it, "You guys go on, I'm leaving." ”

As he spoke, he was about to leave with Tang Rou.

However, Fu Jinsheng hurriedly said: "Teacher Ye, you finally came to Chengde, and you still don't let me do my best to be a landlord?" You just have to rest, and when the wine is sober, you can go back. Besides, now that the snow is falling so heavily outside, I don't feel at ease if you go back like this. As he spoke, he looked at Tang Rou beside Ye Luo again, "Teacher Tang, you said yes, right?" "Regarding the relationship between Ye Luo and Tang Rou, although everyone was very curious tonight, no one asked. However, it can be seen that everyone respects Tang Rou very much.

"It's not too early." Tang Rou had no expression, and her face was cold. She has always been like this in front of outsiders.

"This ......"

Fu Jinsheng's expression froze, and then he had to cast a pleading glance at Feng Jiahua.

Feng Jiahua persuaded: "Teacher Ye, I said that the literary meeting was good, I just finished eating, and the official program hasn't started yet, don't be in a hurry to leave." The scenery is so beautiful today, everyone is still waiting for you to recite poems. ”

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

The other people next to him also persuaded loudly, hoping that Ye Luo would stay.

It's really hard to be gracious, and the leaves fall down.

When everyone came to the warm pavilion next door, they found that it had also been carefully arranged.

A large floor-to-ceiling window offers an unobstructed view of the snow.

One thing to say, the summer resort in the snowy night is indeed beautiful. Under the bright lights, the golden palace and the heavy snow that were disturbed by one after another covered the nobility of the past, but added a sense of tranquility.

The crowd took their seats.

The waiter serves hot tea.

Ye Luo and Tang Rou sat together, the two of them whispered something, and from time to time they took out their mobile phones and took a few photos out of the window.

If it were someone else, this behavior might have been ridiculed. But on Ye Luo, no one dares to talk more.

"This snow scene is really beautiful!"

"The first snow this year is a little earlier than last year, right?"

"Well, not only is it early, but it's also a little bigger."

"yes, it didn't snow much in the whole of last year."

"Heaven is beautiful, Ruixue is a good year, it's a good sign."

Everyone sighed with emotion, and chatted while drinking tea.

After a while, Fu Jinsheng stood in the middle and said loudly: "Teachers, since we are holding a literary meeting today, and the sky is beautiful, and it coincides with the beautiful scenery of the first snow in the villa, why don't you show your literary talents?" If it spreads out in the future, it will be a good talk. ”

Feng Jiahua also said: "When the time comes, I will talk to the association and make a special report for our activities today." Everyone will have to participate enthusiastically in a while, this is a rare opportunity to show your face, whether you can grasp it, it depends on your own level. ”

The atmosphere at the scene became hot all of a sudden.

They are all people in the literary world, and it is inevitable that they will dance and ink when they get together.

Someone asked, "Write modern poetry?" Or is it an ancient poem? ”

"Feel free."

"It's still an ancient poem, such a snowy scene, modern poems can't write charm."

"We don't have anyone from the modern literature side today, so let's write ancient poems."

"What about time? Is there a time limit? ”

"This has to be there, just for an hour."

"Oh, don't set any time limit, whoever thinks of it can say it. Say it and comment together, how interesting it is! ”

"I think that's good."

The crowd chattered and set the rules.

Of course, this is not a rule.

Take the current snow scene as the theme, and the rest is played at will.

Whoever thinks about it first, write it out, and everyone reads it together. This is much more casual than the average literary club.

There is neither a time limit nor a prize jackpot.

"Alright, let's get started now."

Fu Jinsheng smiled brightly, beckoned to his daughter, and instructed: "You have to listen well and study carefully in a while." ”

Fu Ruixue nodded obediently.

Fu Jinsheng said with a smile: "If you have any ideas, say them, there are so many teachers on the scene, give you pointers." ”

Fu Ruixue blushed, this time she didn't nod, but glanced at Ye Luo inexplicably.

Originally, Ye Luo was playing with Tang Rou taking photos on the side, but the more he listened to the topic in the house, the more wrong it became.

Even, it's a little distracted.

"Teacher Ye, what's wrong with you?" Tang Rou was a little strange.

"It's fine."

Ye Luo came back to his senses, but his face was full of strangeness.

He always felt that he seemed to have experienced this scene in front of him!

Ye Luo thought carefully about what happened tonight, and originally came out to walk around with Tang Roumei, but he met Feng Jiahua during dinner, and then he was thrown into this banquet inexplicably, and then it was a poetry ...... Hey, it seems to be fine.

Wrong!

I must have experienced this scene somewhere, it feels so familiar!

That's right!

Fu Jinsheng and his daughter!

The organizer is Fu Jinsheng, and his daughter is too, right?

Ye Luo raised his eyes and looked, and sure enough, Fu Ruixue was sitting next to Fu Jinsheng.

"Teacher Ye, what's wrong?"

Feng Jiahua asked, at this time, someone had already started to write poems, although the level was not very good, but people originally took it out to make people laugh, and the atmosphere in the room was very warm at this time.

Except for Ye Luo, he frowned slightly just now, and his expression was very serious.

Feng Jiahua thought that he disliked the poems written by others, so he explained in a low voice, "Teacher Ye, these people are not people in the poetry world, and the poems they write are Tu Yile, don't mind, just listen to it." The people in the back, the level is still good, I guess I haven't finished writing yet. ”

Ye Luo also came over and said to Feng Jiahua, "Professor Feng, haven't they prepared in advance?" Ye Luo asked with a puzzled look.

"Hey, this is an impromptu idea, how can anyone prepare in advance? Isn't it snowing, the scenery is so good, Jin Sheng made a poetry meeting temporarily. ”

Is that so?

Ye Luo was skeptical, but he didn't say it either.

"You said that girl before that girl's literary level is not bad, right?" Ye Luo looked in Fu Ruixue's direction.

"yes."

"Then on such a good occasion today, why didn't she write a song?"

"Huh? You're going to point her fingers? Feng Jiahua was a little surprised.

Ye Luo tugged at the corners of his mouth, "I didn't say it." And he added, "Still, I think she should be able to write it." ”

"Can't you?"

Feng Jiahua was stunned, all the elders in this room were her elders, and it was not her turn to appear.

Ye Luo smiled and said nothing, and didn't continue to talk to Feng Jiahua. He has basically determined that Feng Jiahua should also be kept in the dark.

In other words, the people in this room should not have expected that Fu Jinsheng came prepared!

Ye Luo finally figured out why he felt that this scene was familiar.

Because, this is exactly the same as the scene Wang Bo saw in King Teng's Pavilion!

When he used Wang Bo's memory fragments, his memory of this paragraph was too deep.

If he hadn't drunk some wine, he probably remembered it immediately.

How does Fu Jinsheng look like Yan Dudu!

Will his daughter be unprepared?

Ye Luo didn't believe it at all!

Of course, whether he was prepared or not, he didn't care about Ye Luo.

As long as you don't get involved with him, you can toss as much as you like, and it's good for him to watch a lively scene.

However, how could he not attract wind when he was here?

(End of chapter)