"Brother, what you wrote is..."

“This is poetry!”

"You... I'm asking you, what is this word?"

"Brush calligraphy."

"Your calligraphy... I... I've never seen such a writing style before. Is this a new font?"

When Lu Yuan blew dry the ink and spread out the rice paper, Xu Xiaonian stared at the words on the rice paper with wide eyes, and it took him a long time to utter these words.

Lu Yuan's calligraphy is very stylish, even without any rules or patterns, which gives it a sense of the wild cursive script written by Tang poets.

Xu Xiaonian took a deep breath and exhaled.

This way of writing made Xu Xiaonian tremble with fear as if he had seen a ghost. He stared for a long time before he could only say the word "farmer".

Somehow, a thousand alpaca horses were running through my mind, and I even had a little doubt about how Lu Yuan came up with the second line...

"Ahem... Actually, I only know how to write with a fountain pen. I'm not used to holding a brush... so my writing is inevitably a little sloppy..." After Lu Yuan looked at his poem, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

This is very rigid.

"Your poem..." Xu Xiaonian looked around, watching the people around him either biting their pens in deep thought or writing quickly. Then he looked at Lu Yuan, who seemed to have no pressure at all. He was even more shocked...

Although he couldn't tell what kind of shit Lu Yuan was writing, looking at Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that it must not be something good.

“Ahem… I don’t actually have much talent, nor do I understand poetry. I just write casually, casually… Uh, brother, why are you looking at me if you don’t write…” Lu Yuan coughed lightly. The more he looked at his handwriting, the uglier he felt that it was.

"Oh, yes... I forgot about myself." After being shocked by Lu Yuan's inexplicable behavior for a while, Xu Xiaonian quickly reacted and concentrated on thinking about his poem.

Lu Yuan pretended to look carefully at his own writing, and then secretly looked at the writing of the person next to him...

After such a comparison, he felt that his self-confidence was greatly hit!

In the past, when he watched people on TV writing calligraphy in one go, Lu Yuan couldn't help but feel that he could do it too. But when he actually held the brush and started writing, he suddenly felt that he was too young before.

Never mind...

It was done in one go, but what was written...

What the hell is this?

Ghostly drawing?

Can you see?

Lu Yuan couldn't even recognize what the shit was even when he opened his eyes wide...

If this thing is handed in...

Have you brought shame upon yourself?

He shook his head, crumpled the poem into a ball, then continued to dip the brush in ink, secretly imitating Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush, and slowly wrote the poem. When Lu Yuan really wrote seriously, he found that he wrote very slowly. What he had just finished in a few minutes now took him ten minutes to finish.

When Lu Yuan was halfway through writing, people started handing in their papers one after another...

After looking at the person who handed in the paper, Lu Yuan looked at his own handwriting and finally sighed.

How can calligraphy be mastered overnight?

It's a bit ugly, but at least...

Can you see clearly what the word is?

We're just comparing poems, not words, right?

What if we have to compare?

How about another song?

The quality of the words is not good, so how about quantity?

Anyway, I checked online and found that no one had written these two poems...

or……

No one will know even if I write it down.

Um……

Otherwise, just be shameless for a bit?

Damn, I can’t be so shameless!

Lu Yuan looked at the others again, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to go all out, picking up the pen and writing another poem on the blank space on the rice paper.

How could I be so shameless? I am a plagiarist!

What a sinful person!

Of course, Lu Yuan also criticized himself for a long time.

…

"Well, Dao Yuting's handwriting is strong and powerful. Although she is a woman, the words she writes are extremely masculine. This poem "Busy Farming" is also very good. It's good, it's good... As expected of a family of poets and scholars since childhood, I think this poem "Busy Farming" can be rated 8.5 points."

"I think that although the writing of this poem is very good and it rhymes well, it has lost some of its flavor. It seems to be light and romantic. I don't like this feeling. I'll give it an 8.4."

"Well, I think 8.3 has lost its flavor after all."

"Shen Rong's modern poem "In the Field" is well written and full of postmodern style. Well, I think it can be rated 8.8 points, and the meaning is also good..."

“Why not give it an 8.8?”

"Haha, poems with scores above 8.8 are the ones that we old men all agree on. Last year, there was only one poem called "The Sky". I think this modern poem "In the Fields" is still a little short of its peak. What do you think, Xiaoxi?"

"Well, there are a few flaws in the writing, but the artistic conception is okay. It's not bad, but it focuses too much on emotion... If I were to give it to you, I'd give it a maximum of 8.7 points."

"Haha, you are stricter than us old men, haha!"

"Hmm? This poem is good, OK. Who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"

"Ma Runzhi? Is that the Ma Runzhi from Yan Dada's talent?"

"Yes, this young man is quite talented. I think he is good. The artistic conception and meaning of this song "Farmland" are also quite rich. It can be rated 8.9."

"8.9? That's a bit high..."

"Take a look."

"Oh, not bad, it's really good. I'll give it 8.9 points too. This poem is a rare masterpiece. Lao Li, aren't you compiling modern poetry and prose? I think this poem can be included in your book."

"Yes, I have the same idea. I think it's 8.9 points. The handwriting is very pleasing to the eye. It's quite good."

…

When the last talented person handed in his poem, everyone looked at the judging platform in front of them.

They watched the elders on the judging platform talking to each other, some in deep thought, some expressing their feelings, some expressing their admiration...

They were extremely nervous.

To them, the 50,000 yuan bonus is not valuable. What is valuable is the evaluation and appreciation of these old men.

Each of these old men is a mainstay of the Chinese literary world and is quite prestigious. More importantly, one of them is named Li Guonan, who is currently compiling a book called "Selected Modern Poems and Prose". If his works can be noticed by them, then it will definitely be a great honor and he can show off in the literary world.

"Brother, are you nervous now?"

"It's OK."

"Um, are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan's hand strangely.

"No..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath and finally put his hands on the table obediently.

He habitually wanted to take out a cigarette and smoke it. Even though he knew he didn't buy it, he still subconsciously turned around to take it out.

In this situation, it would be really lonely for Lu Yuan not to smoke.

After all, waiting is lonely.

When Lu Yuan looked towards the judges' seats and saw a white-haired old man smoking and reading, he felt inexplicably envious and even had the urge to stand up and walk towards the old man to borrow a cigarette.

"Brother, you miss it very much, right?" Xu Xiaonian looked at Lu Yuan.

"How do you know?"

"Of course, because I want to, too!"

"Really? Can we go up?"

"How can we get up here? We can only wait."

"Can this wait?"

"Can't this wait?"

"He'll come over and give us cigarettes?"

“????” After hearing Lu Yuan’s words, Xu Xiaonian, who had been looking forward to it, suddenly shivered all over and almost fell down. When he turned around to look at Lu Yuan, he had a pained look on his face, “Smoking? You…you…”

"We don't seem to be talking about the same topic?" Lu Yuan asked innocently.

"I was hoping my poem would make it into his book... What were you thinking?"

"I want to borrow a cigarette from him... I'm craving for cigarettes..." Lu Yuan coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed, and felt his face instantly become thinner.

"..."Xu Xiaonian felt his eyes go dark in an instant.

What is this for!

…

"This handwriting is really... Is there anyone here who can write so badly?"

"Lu Yuan? Hmm? Minnong?"

"Two poems? Isn't that too much? If words are not enough, then use quantity to make up for it?"

"It's noon when you hoe the field?"

"Um...plant a grain of millet in spring?"

"What!"

“Bang!”

"this……"

"This is……"

There was a sound of clapping on the table in the huge conference hall...

Old man Li, who was smoking, suddenly stood up, staring with his eyes wide open in horror, and even his whole body was shocked!