Chapter 287

However, the difference between them is also huge.

Take the poem "Looking Forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival" for example, "The moon is at the zenith, the moon is at the zenith, the moon is at the zenith."

Just like the line in the poem “Looking at the Moon and Thinking of the Distant One”: “The bright moon rises over the sea, and the ends of the earth seem close.”

Just a quick glance and you can see that the two sides are not on the same level at all.

"Mirror Flower and Water Moon" uses two paragraphs to describe "the moon in the sky" and "the moon on the lake" respectively.

The following poem, "The Bright Moon Rises over the Sea", makes the painting even more refined and beautiful.

As Li Qingxian finished his words, the audience exploded.

"Why, how could this happen?"

"It's really well written. I think it's very similar to the song "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival" written by Zou Jiafeng!"

"Similar? You'd better save your energy. 'Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival' is far inferior to that one!"

"Hurry up and check online, which famous painter wrote this?"

"I just checked, no, this is a complete poem."

Liao Tingzuo stood there in a daze, repeating the words he had just spoken over and over in his mind.

After a long while, he sighed and smiled bitterly: "We are really frogs in the well."

It took Zhong Hua a while to react, and he exclaimed: "This kid's talent is truly unparalleled in the world!"

"That's good," Liao Tingzuo laughed, "At least we have a successor in the literary world."

Zhong Hua nodded in agreement.

……

At this moment, Zou Jiafeng, who was among the crowd, had a face as gloomy as the bottom of a pot.

How could he not know that the young man in front of him was made for him?

It’s still those two sentences, five-character sentences.

In his poem "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival", the moon is the sky and the lake is the moon.

This person starts with the moon on the sea.

In terms of realm, he was left far behind.

This is like being pressed to the ground and slapped in the face with a slipper!

Everyone then realized that they had really wronged Jiang Chen.

This guy is really good at what he does!
After Zou Jiafeng finished speaking, he was about to walk out.

But at this moment, Liu Yifei suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Zou, what do you mean by this? You framed our actors and you want to pretend that you did nothing and just let it go?"

"Haha, you used to say that celebrities are shameless, but now it seems that you are far behind them."

When Zou Jiafeng heard this, his face turned red instantly.

"Is there anything else?" He stopped and asked coldly.

"How is it?" Liu Zhao asked. Liu Yifei sneered: "Even a three-year-old child would understand how to deal with his mistakes."

"You are so old, and you are still regressing?"

Hearing this, everyone present trembled all over.

What an amazing woman!

He didn't even give face to Zou Jiafeng!

Zou Jiafeng's face darkened, and he looked at He Yi with gritted teeth: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

After saying that, Zou Jiafeng couldn't stay any longer and left in shame.

Liu Yifei's gaze turned and fell on the few people who had caused trouble with Zou Jiafeng before.

The group of people were shocked and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, young talent, I misjudged you, sorry."

"I'm sorry, but we were so short-sighted."

"My door is always open for you."

When he came down from the stage, Liu Yifei came to greet him. Li Qingxian grinned, and Liu Yifei couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and cursed: "Didn't you say you came to check the situation?"

"You came here just to broaden your horizons?"

Li Qingxian looked embarrassed and explained, "I was forced to do this and was bullied by someone. Can you still say that my work is plagiarized?"

Uh.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingxian froze.

Strictly speaking, his poem was indeed plagiarized.

Liu Yifei's mouth twitched: "I don't think you're here to see the world, you're here to mess things up."

"Hi!" he said hello. Li Qingxian waved his hand and said, "Sister Fei, please don't misunderstand me. With my current strength, how dare I challenge the martial arts gym?"

Although he said this, Li Qingxian knew it very well in his heart.

The fact that Sister Fei dared to stand up for him in such a situation was enough to illustrate her position.

……

This play is like a play.

Li Qingxian had nothing to do.

The final winner of the poetry contest was a middle-aged man named "Zeng Qingqing".

The song "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival" sung by Zou Jiafeng won the third place.

But now, it is absolutely impossible for him to go on stage to accept the award.

So, the third place winner was postponed.

At 9:16 that evening, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference came to a successful conclusion.

A group of scholars left one after another.

Just when Li Qingxian and others were about to leave, Liao Tingzuo, chairman of the Beijing Poetry Society, suddenly stopped them.

"Haha, wait a minute, little brother."

Li Qingxian turned around and asked in confusion: "Director Liao, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"What's wrong?" Liao Tingzuo was startled, then said with a smile: "It's not that I want to ask for your advice. Oh, I haven't asked what this young man's name is yet?"

"Uh, sorry, my name is Li Qingxian, Li Qingxian. I have worked hard all my life." Li Qingxian took the initiative to give his name.

"Li Qingxian..." Liao Tingzuo nodded slightly: "I see that you are very talented and have great literary talent. Have you ever thought about coming to our poetry gathering in Beijing?"

"Join the club?" Li Qingxian was stunned when he heard the question.

Liao Tingzuo said: "Yes, but you don't have to worry, the Beijing Poetry Association has no restrictions."

"Our club regularly organizes activities such as poetry appreciation, calligraphy and painting."

"If you're interested, come on."

"If you're not interested, it doesn't matter if you ignore it."

Li Qingxian thought thoughtfully.

Joining the Beijing Poetry Association was not a bad thing for him.

In this society, there are also many seniors who come from scholarly families.

This will be very beneficial to his future acting career.

However, what he fears most now is the conflict between himself and Zou Jiafeng.

If these two people were in the same organization, who knows what trouble would happen.

Liao Tingzuo seemed to have expected this, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, from now on, I will increase the supervision of the association members."

"Strive for everyone to be treated equally and stop being prejudiced against people in the entertainment industry."

“As for Zou Jiafeng, I will handle it myself and won’t cause you any trouble in the future.”

Li Qingxian felt relieved when he heard this.

He smiled and held out his hand: "Director Liao, I'll leave this matter to you."

Liao Tingzuo also shook hands with him and said, "No problem. It's getting late. Let's just stay here for the night."

(End of this chapter)