The next day, Lin Feng woke up and found Meng Qing still sleeping, so he hung up the phone and sent a message: "Remember to have breakfast."
Lin Feng saw the message from Yun Yuqing: "I'll pick you up in an hour."
Lin Feng: "OK"
.......
An hour later, Yun Yuqing sent a message. When Lin Feng came down from the hotel, he saw Yun Yuqing at first sight. Lin Feng asked curiously: "Where are you taking me?"
Yun Yuqing asked: "Don't you know that the poetry competition is being held today?"
"Poetry Competition?" Lin Feng was a little confused.
"Yes, the poetry competition." Yun Yuqing replied.
"What are you going to do at the poetry conference?" Lin Feng asked back.
"If you win the championship, it can be considered as free advertising for your new book in advance." After Yun Yuqing discovered Lin Feng's talent last night, she believed that Lin Feng had the ability to become the champion.
So, she personally led Lin Feng to participate in this highly anticipated poetry conference.
"Can I not go?" Lin Feng said a little depressed. He just wanted to live a peaceful life and didn't want to show up in public.
"No, you must go. It's because those poets always look down on us novelists. Today we have to slap them in the face." Yun Yuqing said depressedly.
Her slender hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, and her eyes began to glow with anger.
"Editor-in-chief, I'm still not quite sure..." Lin Feng hadn't finished his words.
"The champion prize is 500,000 yuan, and if you win the championship, the company will give you another 200,000 yuan. Even if you are not the champion, the company will give you 100,000 yuan." Yun Yuqing said.
"Ms. Yun, I think there is no problem at all. You can transfer the 200,000 yuan to my bank card first. My bank card number is..." Lin Feng said surprisingly.
Yun Yuqing rolled her eyes at Lin Feng, and soon Yun Yuqing and Lin Feng arrived at the poetry competition site.
The gorgeous layout of the venue made people feel like they were in an ancient gathering of literati, with many famous poems and lyrics hanging on the walls. The contestants were nervously and expectantly waiting for the start of the competition.
Yun Yuqing took Lin Feng to their seats, attracting a lot of attention. Half of the people attending the poetry conference were novelists, so they were very familiar with the editor-in-chief of the Chinese website.
So everyone couldn't help but be curious about Lin Feng's identity, and that he was brought here by Yun Yuqing personally.
After Lin Feng and Yun Yuqing took their seats, Yun Yuqing introduced Lin Feng one by one.
"See that Mediterranean guy? He's the man who wrote Twenty Years in Shandong, Twenty Years in Shanxi, Thirty Years in Hebei, and Thirty Years in Henan." Yun Yuqing pointed at a man and said.
"See the green-haired guy over there? He's the one who wrote Broken World." Yun Yuqing then pointed at the green-haired middle-aged man.
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The competition began, and each contestant stood on the stage and read aloud the poems they had prepared.
The rules are very simple. The examiner will ask questions, and then you have to compete to answer them. The person who can answer the questions can stand on the stage and accept challenges from the audience. As long as no one dares to go on stage, he will be the champion.
Lin Feng was a little embarrassed: "Mm, 500,000 is really not easy to get."
While Lin Feng was stunned, the host had already come on stage.
The host's voice soon rang out: "Thank you all for coming to participate in the Chinese Poetry Festival."
"...Let's get straight to the point without further ado." The host got straight to the point after talking about some sponsors.
"This time the questions will be set by a mysterious guest." The host kept the audience in suspense.
Soon, a figure slowly stood up and got closer and closer. Yun Yuqing's pretty face showed some uncertainty. Could it be him?
As the figure got closer and closer to the stage, someone in the audience exclaimed: "Isn't this Zhao Hai, Mr. Zhao? Why is he here?"
"What? Why is he here?"
"Mr. Zhao is here?" People in the audience began to whisper, but without exception, they were all shocked.
"Who is Zhao Hai?" Someone looked around in confusion.
"Guess who organized this poetry competition?" someone blurted out.
"Tear~"
"Tear~"
Those who didn't know Zhao Hai's identity were shocked to the point of shocking their hearts.
Mr. Zhao looked at the audience and cleared his throat, saying, "Ahem, everyone, please be quiet. I am very grateful that everyone here can participate in this poetry conference."
There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by applause.
Mr. Zhao said, "I won't waste your time. Let's start the competition. The topic is about family affection. It is not limited to five-character regulated verse, seven-character quatrain, and modern poetry."
Then Mr. Zhao walked off the stage, found his seat and began to close his eyes and rest.
After hearing the topic, Lin Feng gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and many beautiful verses flashed through his mind.
Lin Feng slowly walked towards the stage, and the crowd immediately looked over.
"Who is this kid? It seems like less than a minute has passed since Mr. Zhao asked the question?"
"This kid wouldn't copy it, would he?"
"Are you stupid? Mr. Zhao is still in the audience. Can he fool Mr. Zhao? What if he fools him once and twice?"
"Could this kid have prepared in advance?"
"That's possible."
"No, he might prepare for the first time, but what about the second time? Mr. Zhao will randomly give him questions. If he doesn't have some skills, he will still have to come down."
As Lin Feng came on stage, not only the audience but also Old Zhao was surprised, after all, he had just come off the stage. But it didn’t matter, because the real test was yet to come.
Lin Feng's idea was simpler. He went on stage first because he had a few good poems in his mind. They were all famous poems throughout the ages. He didn't believe that anyone could write better than Du Fu and Li Bai.
In this way, no one will go on stage, saving a lot of time and advancing directly to the second round.
"A loving mother sews the clothes for her son."
"I sew my clothes tightly before I leave, fearing that I will be late returning."
"Who says that the love of a little grass can repay the kindness of three springs?"
It is the "Song of the Wandering Son" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty in the previous life.
His voice was loud and beautiful, like a stream flowing among flowers. The audience could not help but be intoxicated and shocked at the same time. Even if it was the first time they heard it, they knew that this was definitely not plagiarism, because if this poem had appeared earlier, it would not have been buried.
Mr. Zhao was also shocked. This is an ode to maternal love. The first two lines of the poem describe the mother and the child, and the objects described are thread and clothes, which point out the close relationship between mother and child.
The two middle sentences focus on the mother's actions and expressions. The mother's love for her son is naturally revealed through the details of daily life.
Although there are no words or tears, it is filled with the mother's deep love, which is touching and brings tears to people's eyes.
The last two sentences are a sublimation of the first four sentences, using popular and vivid metaphors to express the child's fiery emotions: How can children, who are like grass, repay the mother's love like spring even a fraction?
The whole poem has no gorgeous words or clever embellishments. It is full of rich and mellow poetic flavor and sincere emotions in the fresh, fluent, simple and plain language. It has touched the hearts of readers and resonated with thousands of travelers for thousands of years.
Lin Feng's poems stand out, his talent is jaw-dropping, as if he came from a legend among ancient literati.
Yun Yuqing stood in the audience, staring at Lin Feng closely. She was proud of Lin Feng's talent.
I saw that Mr. Zhao had left his seat and came to the opposite side of Lin Feng and said: "Would this young friend like to join our poetry association?"
What's the point of testing? This poem is already the uncrowned champion. No matter how many other poems are tested later, none will be more amazing than this one.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, I don't have any intention of adding poetry for the time being." Lin Feng declined. Yun Yuqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Young man, please consider it. Our treatment is very good." Mr. Zhao said somewhat unwillingly.
Seeing this, Yun Yuqing walked directly onto the stage, came to Lin Feng's side and said to Mr. Zhao: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Lin Feng has already signed a contract with us."
The audience caught the details. Is Yun Yuqing from Chinese website? What does Chinese website do? Is it a place to write novels? Shit~ Could it be?
Mr. Zhao nodded helplessly, but still added Lin Feng's contact information. Mr. Zhao did not intend to give up Lin Feng so easily.
When the host came on stage and announced that Lin Feng was the champion of the competition, thunderous applause broke out in the venue. Lin Feng smiled and greeted the audience.
Even though everyone knew that he was the uncrowned champion, they were still a little surprised when they heard the host announce it in person, and they believed that this poem would become popular soon.
Yun Yuqing said excitedly: "Lin Feng, you are awesome! You are the pride of our company!" Lin Feng smiled and replied: "Thank you" and thought to himself "700,000~ awesome!!"
The poetry conference ended early. When Yun Yuqing and Lin Feng were about to leave, some Chinese online writers and some modern poets came over. Everyone congratulated him and hoped to learn more talent and wisdom from him.
Lin Feng responded with a smile.
This poetry conference gave Lin Feng a stage to showcase himself, even though he came for the money.
"Do we have to go back today?" The poetry competition had ended. On the way to send Lin Feng to the airport, Yun Yuqing said reluctantly.
"Yes." Lin Feng nodded.
"Don't you want to play in Beijing for a few days?" Yun Yuqing said reluctantly.
"No, I'll go back early to start my new book. I've been delayed for a long time." Lin Feng said casually.
My mind has already flown far away, I don't know how Meng Qing is doing, whether she has eaten well...
Lin Feng couldn't wait to go back and see the girl.
At some point, the girl named Meng Qing had left her mark in his heart, but Lin Feng just didn't know it yet.
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