Yan Ruoxi took out her phone, pointed it at the poem on the white wall, and pressed the shutter button.

She then posted the photo on Weibo with accompanying text.

[On a night when I unexpectedly encountered life, I saw my idol inscribing words on a white jade wall.]

Just as the Weibo post was published, Yan Ruoxi seemed to remember something, lowered her head, and looked around.

Soon, she saw the calligraphy brush that had fallen to the ground, and quickly bent down to pick it up, holding it tightly in her palm.

The literary world in Washington State is in an uproar!

A single encounter in the golden autumn breeze and dewy moonlight surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world!

If love between two people is meant to last, why should they be together every day and night?

"Tonight, borrowing the story of the Moon Palace Fairy and Niu Sheng, I inscribe words on the white jade of life and passionately write this poem for the season!"

"This poem intertwines sorrow and joy, blends lyricism and commentary into one, and unites the heavens and the earth as one. It is deeply moving and lofty in its intent!"

"The lyrics are ornate yet subtle and profound, leaving a lingering aftertaste!"

"Especially the last two lines, which elevate the entire poem's ideas and artistic conception to a whole new level. I would call them timeless masterpieces!"

Yan Zhenhui!

Speak out on Weibo!

For a time, the entire literary world of Washington State took notice!

No one would think that Yan Zhenhui was deliberately praising someone, and no one would think that Yan Zhenhui was trying to attract attention.

Anyone who sees the poems on the white jade will be compelled to praise Yan Zhenhui's evaluation!

That night, countless literati and artists from Huazhou gathered at the Shuangxing Scenic Area.

They were simply there to catch a glimpse of the magnificent inscription on the white jade tablet!

Shen Jun has arrived.

He Zhongting has arrived.

Yan Zhenhui has arrived.

Wen Qingsong has arrived.

Su Banshan has arrived.

…

In the vast state of Washington, almost all the major literary figures are gathered here!

They will be the first to arrive.

As more and more people come to visit, they either take the high-speed rail or drive alone to this place.

For the literary scene in Washington State.

Tonight, I'm destined to stay awake!

Lin Rui didn't care what the outside world did.

He was stunned!

prestige!

Literary reputation!

It's skyrocketed!

In less than an hour, he gained nearly 20 million reputation points!

At this moment, Lin Rui felt a surge of pride.

He seems to have inadvertently opened the door to a new world!

He discovered that the speed at which one can gain literary fame is now four times faster than before!

wrong.

It's probably still a coefficient issue.

After a moment's thought, Lin Rui made a rough guess.

A sense of belonging!

Previously, posting poems and captions on Weibo had been diminishing my literary reputation.

To put it simply, he comes from Xiazhou.

From the perspective of Huazhou literati, no matter how talented Fusheng was, he ultimately lacked a sense of belonging.

Naturally, the sense of identification will not be high.

Just like men's football, one of the top ten most confusing sports.

No matter how powerful other countries are, even if they win the World Cup, the Chinese people may applaud and cheer, but they will never truly approve of them in their hearts.

But if the eleven players from Vladivostok stand on the green field and win that golden cup, the Chinese people will surely feel a tremendous sense of national pride.

This is the identification determined by a sense of belonging.

In Washington State, many literati and artists spontaneously formed small groups.

They began a thorough search along the streets to see if they could spot Fusheng.

Staff at the Shuangxing Scenic Area, under pressure, also attempted to retrieve surveillance footage.

But soon, they absurdly discovered that all the surveillance footage from today had been hacked!

Even the surveillance footage we see right now is just a replay from yesterday.

Knock knock.

The next day, at 8 a.m.

Hearing a knock at the door, Lin Rui immediately got up and opened it.

The hotel where they stayed was specially arranged by Situ Changqing and was also a property under the Li Group.

Here, Lin Rui doesn't need to worry about his identity being exposed.

Good morning, Uncle Situ.

"Did I disturb your rest?"

"No, I woke up a while ago."

Outside the door stood Situ Changqing and Chen Bin.

Lin Rui invited the two of them in.

"Ever since you inscribed your poem on the white jade, the outside world has been buzzing about it."

"Don't look so miserable, this is a good thing."

Seeing Lin Rui looking sullen, Situ Changqing laughed heartily, finding the child even more endearing.

"No one should have seen what you looked like last night, but Chen Bin, I'm afraid we can't hide it anymore."

"If you continue to dress like this and appear at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition, people will definitely speculate about it."

"So, I've arranged for tailors to come over later and try to make you a custom-made outfit as quickly as possible."

"Until then, you two shouldn't go out for a stroll."