Chapter 284

Not at all?
This is simply crushing the big names in the literary circle!
She was very surprised because Li Qingxian didn't look very old.

It’s good enough that he can sing, but how can he write poetry?

Li Qingxian picked up the three mooncakes handed over by Zhong Hua, "The three pictures have been matched, President Liao and President Zhong, I will not join in the fun."

After saying that, Li Qingxian took Sister Fei away.

"Master Liao, who is this young man?" Zhong Hua couldn't help but ask when he saw the two people leaving.

Liao Tingzuo smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't know."

"You don't know either?" Zhong Hua was full of surprise: "But how do you know that he can match my first couplet?"

Liao Tingzuo told Zhonghua what he had just seen at the door.

Zhong Hua showed a look of surprise: "Darkness gave me eyes, and I use them to seek light. Is this what the young man just said?"

"That's right." Liao Tingzuo's eyes flashed with admiration, and he exclaimed: "He is indeed a young man with a bright future."

……

After leaving the calligraphy shop, Li Qingxian went to visit other shops.

On the way, he met the staff responsible for hosting the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Gala.

The Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in the morning, noon and afternoon is just an appetizer before the show begins.

On this day, most people are expanding their social circles.

Tonight’s Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is the highlight.

"Sister Fei, what poem should I choose tonight?"

For this competition, she specially wrote three Mid-Autumn Festival poems about this world.

The lyrics are: "Moonlight Song", "Homesickness Song", and "Tuan's Autumn".

He also studied these three poems specifically, researching their melodies and singing methods.

However, Li Qingxian hesitated for a long time and still couldn't decide what song to sing.

Liu Yifei said: "You are not the first one to go on stage, why are you in such a hurry? If someone else sings for you later, just pick one at random."

Li Qingxian pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "That makes sense, let's do as you say."

After dinner, Li Qingxian and his companions went to a pond.

Nearly a hundred people were sitting in the empty space.

In front of them is a simple but not boring stage.

"Everyone, I am Liao Tingzuo, the chairman of the Capital Poetry Conference, and I would like to invite all the guests present."

Li Qingxian heard a familiar voice and subconsciously raised his head.

It was Dean Liao, whom I had met before.

He didn't have a good impression of the new president.

But it's not that disgusting.

While eating a mooncake, Liu Yifei said, "Although Chairman Liao looks ordinary, he is actually a well-known university teacher in Beijing."

"Professor?" Li Qingxian was stunned. What does this mean?
When he came, he had already found Liao Tingzuo's information on the Internet.

But I didn't see that he was from Peking University.

"Yes." Liu Yifei smiled slightly: "In addition, he also has a high voice in the Writers Association. He is not just a full teacher."

"Even if he is the current president of the Writers Association, you have to call him 'Mr. Liao' when you see him.

Li Qingxian looked at Liao Tingzuo, with a strange look in his eyes.

A professor from Peking University, even if he is the president of the Writers Association, has to call him Mr. Liao when he meets him.

This person is a literary giant!
In one sentence, a word popped up in his mind: "Thighs!"

This is a good backer!
If he could follow in his footsteps, he wouldn't have to worry about becoming famous.

Liao Tingzuo delivered a speech and wrote two impromptu poems on the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival.

The audience burst into applause.

Then, the much-anticipated poetry contest and poetry competition also began. …

"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to welcome the first singer, Mr. Zou Jiafeng from the Capital Writers Association, who will present a newly created song, "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival"!"

Crackling!

A middle-aged man in his thirties slowly walked onto the stage.

As he walked, he looked at the moon in the sky with a dazed look in his eyes.

Then he slowly raised the microphone and uttered a low voice:

"The moon is at the zenith, the moon is at the zenith."

"I can't hear anything. Only when I see the moon can I know where the sun is."

"Mingyue knows what I'm thinking, send me a message quickly."

"I miss home, so I raise my glass and sigh."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience burst into warm applause.

"What a good poem!" This is a very good poem.

“Although it’s just a simple five-word poem, the title of this poem is just right.”

"Also, in this poem, he also expressed his longing for his hometown and the fact that the only thing he could do was drink."

"Zou Jiafeng really invested a lot in this competition."

Hearing everyone's praise, Zou Jiafeng also let out a long sigh of relief.

All the efforts over the past two months have finally paid off!
When it comes to poetry, Li Qingxian is a complete layman.

If you ask him to copy poetry, he would have some knowledge.

However, he is far from being able to comment on a poem.

So, everyone was praising her, and Li Qingxian didn't think much about it, but simply cheered her on.

Liu Yifei, who was standing next to him, said, "Zou Jiafeng's father is a member of the Writers Association. His family is also a literary man, and he has a high status in the literary world."

Li Qingxian, who was standing by, was stunned when he heard this, and then asked Liu Yifei: "Sister Fei, why do I always feel that everyone of you is familiar to me?"

"So what?" Liu Yifei said righteously, "In our line of work, the most basic thing is to read people's expressions."

Li Qingxian didn't know what to say: "Uh."

you're right.

However, you know a lot of people.

Ever since he started working with Sister Fei, Sister Fei has always been so kind to him.

Among them, there are place names, locations, routes, names of people, life stories, and affiliated companies.

Many things are hard to find even on the Internet.

However, if he were to go find Sister Fei, he would most likely find what he wanted.

"Walking Guide", this is what Li Qingxian imagined Liu Yifei to look like.

Li Qingxian participated as a specially invited player and did not take part in the qualifying round of this event.

Normally, he would wait until all other contestants had finished their performance before going on stage.

What's more, there are a total of seven people in this game.

They are all here to take advantage of the popularity.

Li Qingxian was the last player on the team to play.

After about thirty minutes, all the ordinary contestants had finished reading.

"Now, please invite the special guest of this competition to present us with a beautiful poem!"

"Next, let's welcome our first contestant——"

Soon, Li Qingxian and others arrived.

(End of this chapter)