Immediately afterwards, Huang Xiaoli and Xu Xiaodong also expressed their admiration and respect for Zhong Yuejin.
He was extremely polite in his words, just like someone admiring an idol.
However, the two girls, Chen Jing and Xu Xiaoyun, didn't dare to say a word after seeing Zhong Yuejin.
Both girls blushed, their chests heaving, they gasped violently, bit their lips, and stood aside, not daring to take the initiative to talk to Zhong Yuejin.
However, they were afraid that if they missed today, they would never have the chance to communicate with their idols again.
While they were hesitating, Qian Shuzhen, a reporter from the provincial newspaper who came with them, walked up to Zhong Yuejin and shook his hand.
"Comrade Zhong Yuejin, I am Qian Shuzhen, a reporter from Jilin Daily. Can I interview you?"
"Of course! I can do it right now. I have time."
Zhong Yuejin held Qian Shuzhen's tender little hand, and his heart was also filled with excitement.
"Beautiful! This reporter Qian is also beautiful! And those two girls from the compound who dare not speak are also beautiful.
Haha! They are all fans of my poetry, they all adore me, that is, they all... they all like me!
It must be that I can get her into bed with just the snap of my fingers.
Oh my god! I am so happy.
These are just a few! When I return to the capital, there will be so many female poetry fans all over the country who admire me. "
Zhong Yuejin was so excited that he could hardly control himself. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
This is the real pinnacle of life!
"That's really great. Then... do you mind if I interview Comrade Zhong Yuejin here?"
After all, he came here with others, so reporter Qian still knew the rules and asked Zhong Xiaodong and other second-generation people.
"No problem! No problem! We can still listen to what kind of background and mentality Comrade Zhong Yuejin had when he wrote the poem Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms..."
Zhong Xiaodong is the leader of the second generation, so naturally he expressed everyone’s opinions.
"That's great! Comrade Zhong Yuejin, I have already made a brief outline for my interview with you on my way here.
Now let's get into the formal interview. The first question is, what motivated you, a sent-down youth, to start writing poetry and literature?"
Picking up the notebook, Qian Shuzhen, the ace reporter of the provincial newspaper, was truly dedicated and entered work mode in a second.
Zhong Yuejin does not have such good qualities as her. After all, he is only eighteen years old. He can be considered to have good psychological quality without showing any timidity in front of so many people.
It was his first time facing such a journalist interview, so he inevitably felt a little nervous, especially since the journalist was so beautiful. He couldn't help but look at Qian Shuzhen's two strengths.
He licked his lips and spoke with a stammer: "Well...well, the days in the countryside are...rather boring. We educated youth often have poetry readings, and then..."
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Qian Shuzhen asked questions one by one very professionally, and each question was quite meaningful.
However, Zhong Yuejin's answer was not very good, it was very bland and there was no highlight at all.
As for the reporter Qian Shuzhen, she was unable to extract any meaningful or news-worthy content.
Do you write poetry because you are bored?
What kind of...what kind of reason is this for creation!
You like the sea, you like flowers, and you want to go back to the city, so you wrote "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom"?
This is too vulgar!
How can it be compared with the unique artistic conception and romance that one gets when reading "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom"?
If those young literary people who like "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom" read this news interview and know that Zhong Yuejin wrote "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom" under such circumstances and because he missed returning to the city, surely more than half of the beautiful fantasies in their minds would be shattered immediately!
However, the second generation, who have an idol filter, listened with great interest.
The two girls, Chen Jing and Xu Xiaoyun, were still struggling with how to talk to their idol, the great poet Zhong Yuejin!
Zhao Mengsheng and Huang Xiaoli were whispering excitedly.
"Old Huang! Were we too hasty when we first came here? We should have brought Master Awang and Sister Mengmeng along as well.
Master Awang probably doesn't understand poetry, so it's a good idea to bring him here to be influenced by some culture. But sister Mengmeng loves poetry the most. If she knew that a great poet like Zhong Yuejin was in the county guesthouse, she would definitely come..."
Zhao Mengsheng said with some regret.
Huang Xiaoli also nodded and said: "Yes! I was too excited just now and left too quickly. I forgot about them. Otherwise... I will go to the guesthouse and make a phone call and ask them to come right away. Maybe they can still make it in time!"
"Go, go, go! Go quickly..."
Zhao Mengsheng also said with a smile, "Let Master Awang see that there are always people who are better than him. In the field of literature, he is definitely not good enough. He is good at hunting, but Zhong Yuejin is a nationally renowned poet. Let him see what a real intellectual looks like..."
"Then I'm really going!"
Huang Xiaoli nodded and slipped out of the room.
This is actually the habit of Beijing guys. If there is something good, they will definitely call all their good friends to share it together!
Just like those big textile factories in Beijing, there are many beautiful female workers there.
If anyone finds out that a female worker in a workshop is particularly pretty, like the most beautiful girl in the factory, the next day the custodian will call a group of brothers and ride their bicycles to block the factory gate to wait and see!
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