Yan Zhenhui, with tears streaming down his face, wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival poem in remembrance of his wife under the moonlight.

This news.

It spread rapidly throughout the Washington State literary scene at an astonishing pace.

The industry was in an uproar.

Related live streaming platforms even wanted to interview Yan Zhenhui.

However, his daughter, Yan Ruoxi, refused, citing her father's poor health.

That makes sense.

Yan Zhenhui was already unwell, and now that he has vomited blood, it is naturally inconvenient for him to accept interviews.

People in the industry sent their blessings and were able to see this masterpiece through the live broadcast.

Even Fan Bojian, the vice president of the Writers Association, was alarmed and immediately brought people to visit him.

Upon learning that Yan Zhenhui's excessive worry had caused her to become anxious and act rashly, everyone looked worried.

One must understand that mental illness requires mental medicine.

This thing can be big or small; once you can't get out, you really won't live for more than a few days.

Everyone present was deeply moved by Yan Zhenhui's profound affection.

This dedication is worthy of what is written.

—To be together forever, yet only to regret our separation.

Considering that Yan Zhenhui needed to rest, Fan Bojian gave an order that no unrelated person should disturb Yan Zhenhui in the next few days.

Just as the outside world was making a great fuss.

Inside the ship.

Lin Rui and his group have returned to the private room.

"What do you think of this competition?"

Li Donglai didn't smile; instead, he looked like he was asking for help in making a decision.

This attitude made Shen Jun grit his teeth in hatred.

How did such a cunning old fox like Li Donglai come about in literary circles?

What if I said that Xi Hua won?

"mom!"

Upon hearing Shen Jun's words, Shen Xihua blushed.

Shen Jun ignored him.

She turned her head and took a deep look at Lin Rui, who was not far away.

"Ocarina Master"

"A piece of music can evoke deep thoughts, and all who hear it are deeply immersed in it."

"Yan Zhenhui was moved to tears by this song."

"Moreover, hearing the sound of his wife's voice, he wrote a Mid-Autumn Festival poem with the moon as his inspiration."

"Although I, Shen Jun, am a woman, I have pride. I will not distort the facts, nor will I deny the truth."

"You won this match."

After saying that, Shen Jun got up to leave.

Shen Xihua also stood up.

Of course, He Zhongting was no exception.

Li Donglai raised his wine glass and chuckled, "Brother He, why don't you stay a little longer and have a few drinks?"

Upon hearing this, He Zhongting almost wanted to strangle Li Donglai.

That old scoundrel, he really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics!

Sure enough, Shen Jun stopped and turned to look at him.

"Li Donglai, if you put it that way, I'll be very excited."

"Inviting only my husband might not be enough, right?"

"How about my husband and I join you for a few drinks?"

Seeing Shen Jun's ambiguous smile, Li Donglai's expression turned slightly strange.

Chen Bin, sitting next to Lin Rui, had a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if he was trying his best to hide something.

"You're not allowed to drink it either."

Gong Jing smiled and snatched the wine glass from Li Donglai's hand.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

At that moment, Lin Rui clearly felt that Li Donglai seemed to have let out a long breath.

Shen Jun left looking radiant.

It seems that making Li Donglai suffer a setback is a joyous and delightful thing.

afterwards.

When Chen Bin saw Lin Rui off, he did mention it briefly.

That's roughly it.

When it comes to alcohol, Shen Jun is both a novice and a big drinker.

Unfortunately, his drinking habits are notorious within the industry!

After successfully quitting drinking, in order to prevent relapse, the entire Shen family managed to find not a single drop of alcohol.

Therefore, He Zhongting, who was addicted to alcohol, also suffered the consequences.

Nothing was said that night.

After waking up, Lin Rui left the hotel.

This time, the person accompanying them was once again a middle-aged man with dark skin.

Compared to yesterday, Ziyun Mountain was much more lively today.

Along the streets, there were also many folk performances.

Of course, what interested Lin Rui the most was the monkey show.

Watching the monkey trainer scratching his ears and cheeks at the three baby monkeys, and occasionally cursing at their parents, Lin Rui found it all quite amusing.

He only reluctantly left when more and more people arrived.

He really doesn't like crowds, especially in a crowd, where he is too eye-catching and naturally attracts the attention of others.

Lin Rui sighed inwardly, realizing that three points of stress resistance were still too few.

I need to find an opportunity to improve myself.

today.

Many people climbed the mountain.

Following the advice of the middle-aged man, we took a long detour before finally starting to climb Ziyun Mountain.

Along the way, groups of literati and scholars traveled back and forth, chatting and laughing.

The middle-aged man who followed seemed to have undergone some special training.

Although the path up the mountain is not particularly rugged, you will definitely be out of breath if you don't exercise regularly.

Not only did he keep up with Lin Rui's speed, but he also maintained a steady breathing throughout.

After undergoing system modifications, Lin Rui's physique is now extraordinary.

Even if you sweat profusely all night, you won't feel tired when you wake up.

As they approached the mountain peak, a tall pavilion caught Lin Rui's attention.

"The Number One Restaurant Under Heaven?"

Lin Rui was somewhat surprised.

That's a really daring name!

What puzzled Lin Rui was that the literati who came out of the No. 1 Restaurant in the World all seemed to be a little dejected.

"Where is this place?"

Lin Rui asked curiously.

"Reply to Mr. Lin."

"The No. 1 Building Under Heaven is a place jointly managed by the Huazhou Literary Association and masters in the fields of jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and painting."

"This place neither buys nor sells, nor does it offer appraisals."

"Instead, it is the evaluation of titles."

"As the name suggests, it is the best in the world."

The middle-aged man's explanation piqued Lin Rui's interest even more.

"What benefits would there be if I obtained the title of the best in the world?"

A middle-aged man gazes at the No. 1 Building in the World.

"If it were a physical object, and it were rated as the best in the world, even if it was originally worthless, it would become a treasure that everyone would fight over because of this title."

At this point, the middle-aged man turned his head and gave Lin Rui a deep look.

"If it is poetry, not only will the author gain a lot of exposure in terms of fame, but the work will also be included in official textbooks."

“Even history museums will record the authors in history books.”

Lin Rui felt that the middle-aged man was deliberately saying these words to him.

Also, he hadn't originally planned to climb Ziyun Mountain today.

It seems that this person mentions it from time to time.

Moreover, there are several distinct paths leading up the mountain.

But of all things, I chose this one.

Of course, Lin Rui didn't think much of it.

In short, this number one restaurant in the world successfully piqued his interest.

"Young master, what are you commenting on?"

As soon as I entered, a servant came forward to greet me.

Lin Rui noticed that the hall was unusually spacious, with an area of ​​about five or six hundred square meters.

Perhaps because there were few people around, the lobby felt rather empty.

There is a wooden staircase on each side leading to the second floor.

However, there were people guarding the stairwells.

"poetry."

"Literature?"

Seeing Lin Rui nod, the servant's enthusiasm waned considerably.

Looking at history.

Writers often belittle each other, and there has never been a true first place in literature.

This has led to a lot of self-important idiots every day bringing their works that even dogs wouldn't look at, and then coming to evaluate whether they deserve to be the best in the world.

Even the best-tempered person can become irritable if they receive too many guests.

This year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition was held at Ziyun Mountain.

Even more literary figures and writers came to show off.

Considering that there are too many people who feel good about themselves, the No.1 Restaurant in the world has closed the online reservation channel for literary assessments and only retains the physical assessments.

"Young master, the gentlemen in charge of the evaluation have been under a lot of work pressure lately."

"Therefore, they set a threshold in the field of literature."

Despite his impatience, the servant maintained basic politeness.

"threshold?"

"It's about writing a second line for that poem."

Looking in the direction the servant pointed.

On the wall, there was a sheet of Xuan paper hanging.

The handwriting on the rice paper is slightly messy, yet it subtly exudes an indescribable charm.

Lin Rui's expression was somewhat strange.

He was very familiar with this line of poetry.

Isn't it just the "If Heaven Had Feelings, Heaven Would Grow Old" that Li Donglai, Cao Kang, and others have been longing for?

"The gentlemen have instructed that we do not require the imagery to be exactly right, but only that the parallelism be perfect and that it satisfies them."

While the servant was still talking, Lin Rui smiled and said, "May I borrow a pen and paper?"