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It only took Wang Mo a few minutes to write "Haiyan".

In fact, strictly speaking, "Haiyan" is a prose poem, which has the characteristics of both prose and modern poetry. Of course, there's nothing wrong with calling it prose.

After it is written.

Wang Mo didn't publish it immediately, but sent a message to Yuan Xiong: "Brother Xiong, I'm going to start a live broadcast tonight." ”

Yuan Xiong sighed: "Tonight? Why so suddenly? ”

Now Wang Mo basically has to prepare for every live broadcast one or two days in advance.

So hearing him suddenly say that he was going to start a live broadcast, Yuan Xiong would of course be strange.

Wang said sincerely: "The time is ripe, it's just right to start broadcasting tonight." ”

Yuan Xiong was a little confused, but he still nodded: "Okay, then I'll ask the relevant staff to prepare, and you can go directly to the live broadcast at night." ”

"Okay."

Wang Mo hung up the phone, then looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The live broadcast is officially launched.

Today's West Building has tens of millions of fans on Douyin, known as the first talent of Douyin, so his popularity is basically more than 50,000+ every time he starts broadcasting.

Tonight's popularity is far greater than before.

In less than three minutes after the broadcast started, the number of people in the live broadcast room soared to 100,000+.

The barrage is overwhelming.

"West Building, we can't bear it!"

"Ahhh

"It's a naked shady scene, and they are still ashamed to say that they are fair."

"Made, we tens of thousands of people went to vote, and the result was only 5,000 votes in the end?"

"I dare say that the West Building's 'In Praise of the Poplars' is definitely a masterpiece of prose. This kind of prose, even if you can't get the first place, it must be easy to enter the top three, right? In the end, it was only 18? When are we blind? ”

"I'm!"

"Your lungs are about to explode, okay?"

“……”

Almost every netizen has difficulty suppressing the anger in their hearts.

Angry.

It's infuriating.

Then, more and more netizens began to say:

"Xilou, do you just endure the humiliation?"

"Xilou, are you just watching them suppress you?"

"As long as you say a word, I will kill the Yilin Forum."

"Stand up and expose their shameless shady scenes."

"Yes, you are the person concerned, and what you say carries the most weight."

"Yes, a good word!"

“……”

However, what made them depressed was that Xilou did not respond to their indignation.

Instead, he said to the camera: "Today, the Yilin Forum announced the title of the second essay, and the theme is animals. Now I've written this essay. Next, I will read this essay in the live broadcast room, you might as well listen to it? If you think it's pretty well written, then I'll upload it to the Yilin forum as an entry for the second song. ”

The voice did not fall.

The live broadcast room was restless again.

"Damn, the subject matter was only announced this afternoon, and you will write the prose in the evening?"

"Do you want it so fast?"

Many people were shocked when they heard the words of the West Building.

It's also too fast.

Are you sure it's not scribbled?

But soon, many netizens came back to their senses.

"Big brother, is it a question of whether it's fast or not? Xilou doesn't care about being suppressed at all? ”

"West Building, we are all supporting you, but you ignore it?"

"The Yilin Forum is clearly aimed at you, and you are still going to write a second work?"

"yes, everyone is angry at you because you're going through something different, and you don't care at all? It's like we're hot on our butts. ”

"Heheda, it turns out that we netizens are making our own feelings."

"I've always liked you, but this time you disappointed us netizens too much."

"Withdraw, withdraw, everyone is fighting for you, but you don't take it to heart at all, and you go to write a second article to lick each other. I look sick. ”

“……”

In the barrage, there was a sound of disappointment.

Why is everyone excited tonight? It's just that I can't get used to the shady scenes of the Yilin Forum, and I want to take a bad breath for the West Building.

But who would have thought that instead of caring about the shady, Xilou also participated in the second round of the competition.

Moment.

Everyone's blazing hearts have fallen to the freezing point.

Many people have already begun to withdraw from the live broadcast room.

Wang Mo didn't explain, even if he watched Xu Du's excited people scold him for a bloody head, he was very calm.

As soon as his mind moved slightly, his temperament changed to the temperament of a literati.

With a unique arrogance of literati.

He spoke: "This essay, it's called 'Haiyan'......'

The next moment.

Wang Mo's momentum seemed to increase suddenly, and a powerful voice burst out from his mouth: "On the vast sea, the wind is gathering dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning. ”

The voice is powerful and powerful.

With sonorous power.

With majestic momentum.

Almost instantly, it was like a lightning bolt that struck hundreds of thousands of netizens in the live broadcast room.

Many netizens who were still venting in the comment area stopped with their hands.

Blankly raised his head and looked at the screen.

The momentum of the West Building is getting higher and higher.

The sound was like thunder.

"One moment its wings touched the waves, the next it rushed straight into the clouds, and it cried, and in the brave cry of the birds, the clouds heard joy.

In this cry – full of longing for the storm! In this shout, the clouds heard the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory. ”

If you talk about the first recitation, everyone sounds just high-pitched.

Then every minute and every second in the next moment, the momentum in Xilou's tone was improving, rising, with a majestic momentum, which shocked people's hearts.

Live room.

Netizens have completely stopped posting barrages.

One person just listened in amazement.

The billowing sound crashed into their heads.

In a trance, they seemed to see a sky shrouded in dark clouds, dull, depressing, and breathless. But in such a sky, there is a petrel piercing in the dark clouds!

It seems to pierce the darkness.

It seems to let the clouds clear.

Although Haiyan's body is so weak compared to the dark clouds in the sky, it is so fearless and strong, with anger at the dark and a desire for light.

"This prose?"

"Oh my God."

"What's the situation?"

"Mom."

Several short barrages floated through the live broadcast room, confirming the shock in the hearts of some netizens.

However, the vast majority of netizens were dumbfounded at this moment.

As time passed, I saw that the tone of the West Building became more and more radical and fiery, with an indomitable force.

His voice also seemed to pierce the sky:

“…… Thunder roared. The waves cried out in angry droplets, contending with the wind. Behold, the wind clung to the waves and threw them viciously against the cliffs, smashing the massive pieces of jade into dust and dust. ”

"The petrel cried and flew, like black lightning, through the clouds like arrows, and its wings swept the droplets of the waves.

Behold, it flies like a fairy, a haughty, black stormy elf,—— it laughs, and it howls...... It laughs at the clouds, it cries out for joy! ”

What about the darkness in the sky?

What if you can't see the light?

I'm not reconciled!

I don't give in!

Only by burning your strength in the darkness pierces this dark cloud and meets this fierce storm.

What about being weak?

Then let the storm wash you and become stronger in this storm, lightning and thunder.

When heard here.

I don't know how many netizens' faces have changed.

They had already heard the extraordinaryness of this prose from the high-pitched voice of the West Building.

Someone has already exclaimed.

"It's not ordinary prose!"

"Oh my God, what kind of writing is this?"

"Darkness? Dark clouds? Lightning? Weak petrels? Petrels surrounded by storms? Still stubbornly fighting the dark and thundering petrels? ”

"I kind of get it!"

"I also understand, I understand why Xilou wrote this essay."

"Oh my God."

Even some ordinary netizens were shocked when they heard it.

They all heard it.

It's like "In Praise of the Poplar", which is not really a praise of the poplar, but a praise of the great peasants and warriors.

Again, this "Petrel" is not about Petrel, but about the roar and rebellion of a weak human being in the face of overwhelming darkness and oppression!

Who is this weak human being?

Isn't it the West Building?

Who is this dark and oppressive tyrant?

Doesn't that mean the Yilin Forum?

Got it!

Really got it!

Countless netizens have goosebumps.

They never dreamed that Xilou didn't care about being suppressed, nor did he care about everyone's indignation, but wrote all his anger into such an article!

Tell everyone with words: I won't back down!

At this moment, the recitation in the West Building still did not stop.

His voice grew higher and higher, with an unparalleled momentum, exploding in everyone's ears.

"This sensitive elf,—— who had long heard the fatigue of the thunder, was convinced that the clouds could not hide the sun, yes, not the sun!"

The darkness will eventually disappear!

The sun will come!

"This is the brave petrel, flying proudly on the roaring sea, in the midst of lightning; Here is the prophet of victory shouting:

- Let the storm come harder! ”

The last sentence.

The West Building was almost roared out.

Let's make the storm more intense!!

This sentence, in the previous life, I don't know how many people's blood boiled.

At this moment, it also turned into a thunderbolt, which exploded in the hearts of countless netizens.

It shook everyone's hearts and minds.

Live room.

Everyone listened stupidly.

Or rather, it's not just the live broadcast room.

Even the staff standing next to Wang Mo at this moment, including Yuan Xiong, counted one by one, and everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Wang Mo blankly.

Silent.

Everyone fell silent.

But this silence is only temporary.

If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence.

Perish?

Impossible!

After a long time, maybe a minute, maybe two minutes.

Rumble!

The silent live broadcast room finally broke out! (End of chapter)