Seeing Xia Junnan, most of them have been confirmed in their hearts, it seems that there is really a mysterious master in the world behind him, not to mention the others, it is unlikely that this beautiful man will be able to study poetry for many years just by virtue of his appearance, although he originally said that his voice sounded young on the phone, but he was estimated to be in his early thirties, but when he saw the real people, he found out that he was probably in his twenties.

These characteristics add up to a lot of difference from those who have senior literary skills, even if a genius is in his early thirties, the probability in his early twenties is almost zero

"That, may I ask Mr. Handsome Man, how old are you this year" Seeing that he is too young, the left bank has unconsciously changed "you" to "you", which really can't be called "you"!

Xia Junnan thought to himself that this was to verify his identity and facilitate the distribution of money

"I'm 23 years old this year"

"May I ask what your real name is?" Left Bank continued to ask.

"Xia Junnan, the third word is the south of the south"

"Oh, it looks like a pen name based on your real name!"

23！ It's still a virtual year! At this age, it is definitely not a poem written by him himself, "The heroes make eye contact, they understand it, and everyone thinks of going together and nodding to each other."

"Oh, what a young talent, that handsome man, please go inside."

The conventional rule is to call a pen name or screen name directly.

After all, the other few were very old men, and when they heard the specific age, they were stunned and didn't know how to react, and the left bank had to negotiate again.

"Haven't asked this big brother yet?"

Xia Junnan took the initiative to speak when he saw that they were a little embarrassed in such an atmosphere, but he couldn't ask the old man first, this uncle with black-rimmed glasses was already the youngest he looked, but it was obviously better to call the eldest brother when they met for the first time.

"Haha, my name is Left Bank, and I am the main person in charge of this poetry contest." Sure enough, as soon as he heard this title, Left Bank was obviously a lot happier.

"By the way, let's first introduce these two titans in our Chinese literary circles"

The left bank began to take the initiative to introduce them one by one, and introduced Xia Junnan and the old masters into it, and came to the living room to sit down face to face.

After asking the staff to pour a cup of tea for everyone on the left bank, Xia Junnan still stood up and bowed respectfully to the old men.

"It's a great honor to meet all the old people today, as well as Big Brother Zuo."

"It's just that I didn't say on the phone that I was here to receive the bonus? What is the withdrawal process? ”

His words made several heavyweight bigwigs look at each other, and they were a little surprised how the person who could issue such a poem could ask for money so directly, and make eye contact with each other: After all, he is still young.

Xia Junnan doesn't care about these literary bigwigs, and doesn't care if this group of people has other purposes, as long as the politeness is in place, the focus is on bonuses.

"Don't worry, Mr. Handsome, please provide your bank card number"

"Okay"

Left Bank immediately made a phone call to ask the bank to make the money, but after hanging up the phone, he secretly sent a message to the bank manager, asking the money to arrive slowly, mainly to see Xia Junnan's appearance is to run for money, and when the money arrives, I am afraid that I will have to find an excuse to leave immediately.

After a while, Xia Junnan saw that he had not received the payment notification information by SMS on his mobile phone, and he was a little anxious, and was about to ask

Wang Qingshi couldn't help it.

"This handsome young gentleman, is this poem really your poem?"

When I thought of what I said to my grandson before, I regretted that I had spoken early, and I was a person in my seventies who originally thought that the other party was ninety or one hundred years old, but when I heard the phone call, I was a young man, and my heart was half cold.

Seeing the real person again, this early twentieth year is really unacceptable, he has always done what he says, if he makes an oolong this time, he must be teased by his grandson.

"yes, that's why I'm here to receive the award!" Xia Junnan actually saw that they didn't believe that he could write such shocking poems at his age, but for him, these doubts were not important, the focus was on money.

"Okay, Elder Wang, don't be so polite, I'll say a few words."

"Don't mind this handsome little brother, in fact, what Wang Lao wants to ask is that someone taught you this poem, right?"

Zhang Hefeng, another Chinese poetry heirloom, couldn't help but put down his cup and stood up, unlike Wang Qingshi, he was an impatient person, and he directly picked out the problems that everyone wanted.

Zhang Hefeng opened this head, and others also began to question and question.

"Yes, don't tell the little brother, this "Wangyue" is really rare for decades, we have no other meaning to invite you to come, can you introduce us to the real poet?"

"Yes, can the poet give us a visit?"

"This poet must have an extraordinary relationship with you, the handsome boy!"

......

"Well, you have also found out, okay, I have a showdown, this poem was written by a poet in a dream, I just remembered it after waking up from the dream, so I wrote it down."

Xia Junnan saw that everyone wanted to see the original author Du Fu, how could he see this, it was not on the same planet, nor was it in the same time and space, so he could only make it up and pass it to him in a dream.

"In a dream? Can you reveal the name of this poet? ”

"Poetry Saint Du Fu"

Xia Junnan also felt that it was not appropriate to say that he wrote it completely, after all, it was a cross-planetary copyist, although the Blue Star people would not know about Du Fu, but he still had to say it.

"It's an unheard of name! It can't be made up, so I still can't find anyone."

"Young man, don't worry, even if this poem is not your original, this prize is still yours"

Zhang Hefeng felt that the young man in front of him was too tight-mouthed, and he really refused to reveal it at all, so he gave the other party a shot in the arm, he felt that it might be revealed that the master behind him was afraid that he would not receive the bonus.

"Everyone, please let me say, I don't think it can be ruled out that the poet is indeed this handsome gentleman himself, a hero from ancient times, although he is young, but this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Maybe it was Xia Junnan's big brother called him when they first met, which gave the left bank a sense of intimacy, plus he was in his forties after all, he was much younger than the Taidou, and he was once considered a genius in the poetry world when he was young, but as he grew older, his inspiration gradually ran out, and he couldn't write any good poems, so he could only be responsible for daily affairs.

"Is this possible?"

"Let's be quiet, let's do it, let's test him" Wang Qingshi saw that everyone had their own words and different ideas, thinking that they would verify the other party's level on the spot.

"Elder Wang's idea is good, do you dare to try this handsome little brother?" Zhang Hefeng echoed.

"It's okay, it's still early anyway, and the bonus hasn't arrived yet, so please ask the question."

Xia Junnan saw that this group of elderly people was so serious, and knew that today he had to let them break the casserole and ask to the end, anyway, they were idle and idle, the money would definitely be available, and 100,000 yuan would be enough for a while. If you can't answer the question, you can't answer it, at most you won't go back to your home at lunchtime, and the elderly must pay attention to health and eat on time.

"Please write a poem with the theme of missing your hometown, can you do it?" Wang Qingshi began to ask questions.

"Yes"

Xia Junnan's eyes looked ahead to adjust his state, and his brain quickly searched for a short poem.