Chapter 288

Li Qingxian wanted to refuse, but Sister Fei gave him a look.

He could only agree.

……

Liao Tingzuo's home is not far from here.

Four people, a family.

Now, they have a pair of children in their family.

This is a villa of less than 100 square meters, but the atmosphere is very good.

"Sister Fei, why do you want me to agree? Isn't this making things difficult for her?" Li Qingxian asked tentatively while driving.

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Chairman Liao must have something to tell you, but due to the situation at the time, it was inconvenient to say more, so he invited you to his home."

When Li Qingxian heard this, he also felt that it was true.

Otherwise, no matter what President Liao said, he would not let a rookie like himself stay at someone else's house for a night.

When he arrived at Chairman Liao's home, Chairman Liao's wife was very attentive to him.

Serving tea and washing fruits.

Finally, after she went in and put the baby to bed, Director Liao started talking about business.

Dean Liao sighed and said, "Li Qingxian, I asked you to come here this time because I have something to ask of you."

Li Qingxian looked at her with admiration, "President Liao, please speak."

"As a poet, I can't say much, but I can ask you, can you give me an article to publish in our journal?" Liao Tingzuo asked pleadingly.

Li Qingxian was confused: "What's wrong with you?

"Alas." Chu Feng sighed. Liao Tingzuo sighed and said, "It's funny to say that. Do you know why most people in the poetry gatherings in Beijing hate artists?"

Li Qingxian thought for a moment and said, "Is it true that most of the content of literary and artistic works has been occupied by the entertainment industry?"

"?" Liao Tingzuo looked at Li Qingxian in surprise.

This guy actually knows everything?

Li Qingxian smiled and said, "This is not difficult to explain. After all, with the current development of society, young people are much more interested in entertainment, film and television, and animation than literature and poetry."

“By then, the arts industry will gradually be eliminated, and the arts industry will become the mainstream.”

Liao Tingzuo was shocked by Li Qingxian's analysis!
He shook his head and said somewhat complacently: "Yes, that's why our Beijing Poetry Association publishes a monthly edition."

“This is also to make more people like us.”

"Unfortunately, the results so far have not been very good."

Today's major news and headlines are full of celebrities' entertainment news, daily life, and gossip.

Poetry and literature are even less popular.

Li Qingxian looked puzzled: "But if you can't do it, I don't think my poems will change anything."

"You are different." Liao Tingzuo said solemnly: "Your poems are beyond the reach of so-called scholars like us."

Whether at the door or in the darkness, he is always seeking light.

Another sentence: "Where the moon is full, facing the blue sky, drinking and talking happily."

All this made Liao Tingzuo realize that becoming a qualified writer is not an easy thing.

Even if the words are brief and to the point, they are enough to move people.

He can't do this.

Zhonghua was unable to do this.

But Li Qingxian can.

To be honest, Li Qingxian thinks this problem is quite serious.

He is very clear about his own strength.

If it weren’t for the great predecessor on the blue planet, he would never have been able to compose such a poem.

Let him save the literary world.

This is nonsense.

He neither could nor dared. "I can write a poem for you, but I can't make any promises to you," Li Qingxian said.

Liao Tingzuo breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you can help me with this. I'm glad you don't have to worry about anything."

……

the next day.

Liao Tingzuo sent Li Qingxian and others to No. 14 Nongnan Road, which is their headquarters here.

First help Li Qingxian add a friend, and then add Li Qingxian as well.

Only then did Li Qingxian truly become a member of the "Beijing Poetry Society".

As soon as Li Qingxian joined, the entire chat group exploded.

Li Zhengwen: "Haha, there haven't been any new members joining for a while. Come on, come on, come on, come on."

Lu Qiugui: "This photo is quite fashionable. He looks like a handsome young man."

……

Zou Jiafeng: "Once we join this WeChat group, we are all family. If we have any questions, we can ask directly. The people in it are all very nice."

Li Qingxian was thinking about it, and when he saw that everyone was chatting, he wanted to reply with a few words to express his gratitude.

However, when he saw this message, he was stunned.

And this person’s ID is exactly Zou Jiafeng!

Li Qingxian happily typed: "Hello, my name is Li Qingxian."

Zou Jiafeng was silent for a moment before he said, "Keep your word, then call it what you want. What are the names of the sun and the moon? He Yi, what a good name."

"..."Li Qingxian.

Li Zhengwen: "Brother Zou is indeed quite capable and has a lot of skills."

Lu Qiugui: "Mr. Zou is well-known in our circle for his erudition and versatility. If you have any questions, you can go to Mr. Zou."

Zou Jiafeng, "Haha, these are just some trivial skills, not worth mentioning. However, if you have any questions, I am willing to help you solve them."

Li Qingxian: "Thank you, Mr. Zou."

Li Zhengwen asked again: "Li Qingxian, where is your home? Has it been published in any magazine? Why have I never heard of it?"

Generally speaking, if you want to join the Beijing Poetry Society, you must have outstanding works and have published them in major journals.

But they are still very unfamiliar with Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian: "No, it was just last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival that I sang the song "Water Melody·When the Bright Moon Has Ever Existed"."

“……”Li Zhengwen was speechless.

“……”Lu Qiugui was speechless.

“……” Zhong Xiaolun was speechless.

“……”Lu Ling.

As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.

A moment.

Zou Jiafeng took back a message that read:

Zou Jiafeng took back a message that read:

Zou Jiafeng took back a message that read:

Seeing that everyone had retreated, Li Qingxian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He could even imagine how ugly Zou Jiafeng's face was at the moment, and he even had an urge to quit the WeChat group.

Liao Tingzuo, who was standing by, was both angry and amused when he saw this.

"This guy named Zou is a nice guy, but a little old-fashioned. If possible, I would like him to make peace with you. After all, we are a club now."

Li Qingxian smiled and nodded to show his agreement.

After all, there was no deep hatred between him and Zou Jiafeng.

(End of this chapter)