Chapter 289

However, Liao Tingzuo also knew that this matter must start with Zou Jiafeng.

After all, Xiao He didn't make any mistakes.

On the contrary, Zou Jiafeng caused him some trouble and made things worse.

Liao Tingzuo sighed, "I have to tell Zou Jiafeng about this."

"People from your guild picked a fight with you, and as the leader of the guild, I didn't help them in time."

"I would like to express my apologies to you."

As Liao Tingzuo spoke, he bowed deeply to Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian quickly pulled him over: "Oh, please don't do that, you are too polite, I don't deserve it."

Liao Tingzuo laughed: "Why not? Right and wrong has nothing to do with age. If an elder makes a mistake, shouldn't he apologize?"

Li Qingxian sighed helplessly: "I am speaking to you reasonably, I will accept your apology, but you don't have to thank me for this bow."

After chatting for a few minutes, Liao Tingzuo left with satisfaction.

Under the leadership of Sister Fei, Li Qingxian also drove a car from the company back home.

……

Day two.

In January, the Beijing Poetry Society published a new journal.

But this time, President Liao placed a poem written by Li Qingxian in the most conspicuous place.

It is this poem: Darkness gave me eyes, and through them I seek light.

Liao Tingzuo also went to find He Yi and asked him what the poem was called and what his pen name was.

Li Qingxian replied without hesitation: "One generation, one generation."

……

end of June.

A song called "A Generation" has been circulated on various websites.

Whether it is a hot search, a post bar, or a forum.

Most people who commented on this poem praised the talent of the writer named "Gu Cheng".

Among these comments, a big V named "Zou Zou Feng" gave his own analysis and received support from many people.

Zouzou Mountain:
"The night gave me a pair of black eyes, and I use them as light."

The images presented in the poem are very common phenomena in daily life: night, eyes, and light.

But it is precisely because of this that this poem is full of contemplative flavor.

The combination of these two words seems contradictory, but there is a surprising truth hidden in it.

This contradictory logic is precisely the essence of this little poem.

From the perspective of aesthetics, this is a brand new poem.

It avoids direct expression of emotions, abandons the narration of scenery, and does not deliberately create an overall atmosphere. Instead, it highlights a pair of strange "black eyes" through imagery and metaphors.

In front of the eye, there seemed to be a ray of white light shining through the gaps in the clouds.

I don't know who the author of this name is.

But these two lines convinced me. "

This is a big V with tens of thousands of fans.

However, compared with the huge number of Internet users, this little attention is not worth mentioning at all.

However, his achievements in literature and art are still recognized by movie fans.

Therefore, as soon as this post was released, it received hundreds of thousands of likes and reposts.

And the number of his followers is almost over 100,000.

"I knew you were right."

"I have been bombarded with this sentence for some time. I admit that this is a very good piece of work."

"I also heard about it from our Chinese teacher. At that time, I was really shocked."

"It's a pity that no one has been able to find out who Mr. Gu Cheng is for a long time."

Who is Gu Cheng?

The attention this incident has received is in no way inferior to that of "A Generation".

Zou Jiafeng had originally planned to ask Chairman Liao. After all, only the chairman of the association could change the content on the cover at will.

If this is the case, then Liao Tingzuo must know this Gu Cheng.

But soon, he thought of a question.

In any case, her poem was published by Chairman Liao in their journal.

In other words, he is about to join the poetry club.

Everything will come out then.

If he had spoken himself, it would have been a bit hasty and embarrassing.

Therefore, he gave up the idea of ​​finding out the news.

……

Early April.

At the First Hospital in Beijing, Li Qingxian went for a physical examination.

According to the contract with Fengmao Entertainment, a health check-up is required every month.

"My blood sample is being sent for testing. You can come and get the report in two hours."

A female nurse in a white dress spoke up.

Li Qingxian nodded, then stood up and planned to find a seat to sit down.

However, just as he was about to turn around, he found a little girl in her teens sticking her head out of the room, staring at him with her big eyes.

Li Qingxian looked at the little girl with a smile and stretched out his hand as a greeting.

When the girl saw it, she was startled and quickly stepped back.

Li Qingxian smiled and shook his head, sat down on the sofa next to him, and picked up his mobile phone.

"Tsk tsk, I never knew that poetry from generation to generation could be so popular on the blue planet."

Seeing the word "generation" appear at the fifth place on Weibo's hot search list, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

But there is no signature at the end of this poem.

This made it impossible for him to transfer this heat to himself.

However, he had no regrets at all.

The reason for doing this is simply to make myself feel better.

After browsing his Weibo, he started searching for real estate online.

He has tens of millions in savings, and he would rather buy a house himself than use the money.

He was looking down at his phone when suddenly a figure approached.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and raised his head.

It was the girl who had been peeping at him before.

When she came closer, Li Qingxian noticed that she had a strip of cloth wrapped around her head, covering her hair.

He was wearing a loose hospital gown, his face was ruddy and his eyes were bright.

"Little girl, do you know who I am?"

The little girl walked to two meters in front of him and nodded slightly: "Your name is He Yi, I have heard you sing that song before."

"Huh?" Li Qingxian was startled when he heard that.

It turned out that this was one of his fans.

His heart moved, and he said with a smile: "You know me, what do you like to hear the most?"

The little girl answered without thinking, "Father is my favorite."

Li Qingxian was stunned: "Father?"

How could a little kid love to listen to "Father" the most?

The girl nodded vigorously: "My father is a good man, I like him very much."

Li Qingxian just felt warm in his heart.

He is so well-behaved at such a young age.

That dad will definitely be very happy.

(End of this chapter)