Never expected it.

It was less than two days since the wind was calm, and the poetry circle exploded instantly.

Genius is not bragging about, but recognized.

In particular, Misty Poetry works have been imitated by many people, and have vague traces of leading the new fashion trend. Most imitators maintain respect for the founders.

When the works they wrote were compared with those of Gu Cheng, they instantly had a difference.

Gu Cheng, isn't he genius enough?

Beidao seems to be very powerful too.

Wen Yiduo? What modern poems?

All the halos were gathered on Mo Zhuosi alone in an instant, and at that moment, it shone on the world.

In a private courtyard.

The breeze blows through the small lake where fish is raised in the courtyard, and the lake surface is sparkling.

"Lao Song, have you seen this kid in the literary cup?" Xun Yeyu had a white beard.

Wang Hongsong's frown was slightly frowned, "I've seen it, I heard it was a big deal at the end, but I walked two steps faster at that time."

"This little kid must join our association!" Xun Yeyu took a sip of white birch tea and pursed his lips.

"I couldn't find anyone before, so I asked Chen Xu to find him." Wang Hongsong, as vice president of the Chinese Literary Association, announced in a news report a while ago that Misty Poetry is a new era poetry type.

Xun Yeyu is the general manager of the Xuzhou City Association branch. He grinned and said, "A new era is coming."

Wang Hongsong picked up the purple clay pot and went to some tea and went into the small cups of two people. He asked in surprise: "New era?"

"You look at the overall situation, I look at the details." Xun Yeyu explained: "Why are there many people in the circle unable to accept Misty Poetry?"

Wang Hongsong didn't speak. He could sit in his current position and was destined to be unable to make random guesses.

Even if you guess, you can't say it.

Xun Yeyu smiled slightly. He didn't have this concern because he was fearless.

"Because they are afraid, afraid they can't keep up with the times, and afraid they will get old."

Wang Hongsong felt a little nervous. He had a good relationship with Xun Yeyu. One was convenience, one was personal relationship, and the other was mutual appreciation.

For example, although this statement is a bit too extreme, it is not empty talk.

"Is that serious?" Wang Hongsong raised his head and said with a smile: "It's not that exaggerated."

Xun Yeyu smiled and shook his head, "The world belongs to us, but it belongs to them after all."

Wang Hongsong's eyebrows moved slightly, probably because he had been in a high vocational school all year round, so he didn't like to listen to such words.

Of course, the relationship between the two is quite deep.

It's not something that can be shaken by just one or two sentences.

That's why Xun Yeyu dared to say that, and he smiled and said, "This kid seems to have written a novel, and Dong Fan pushed it for him."

"Dong Fan?"

The literary circle is so big, and of course they all know Dong Fan. At this level, their resume will not be worse than that of the current best-selling authors. However, Dong Fan represents the best-selling market, while they represent the official position.

"As a result, this kid is really not an ordinary person!" Wang Hongsong couldn't help but praise.

After all, the word Dong Fan still has a little influence.

Misty Poetry is a new genre, and it is almost certain that the name of this year's New Literature Fashion Award has been decided. Even if someone can write better poems, it will not erase Gu Cheng's contribution.

Wang Hongsong joked: "That boy is a bit interesting. He seems to say that he is following Gu Cheng and Bei Dao, it has nothing to do with him, right?"

"Do you think it's hype? Or is it true?" Xun Yeyu asked with a smile.

"Do you really think he is that paranoid genius?" Wang Hongsong asked back.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

They all understand what that means. Many people in this circle claim to be noble, focus on reading the books of sages, and even regard fame and fortune as dirt.

How many are true?

How many are fake?

From a different perspective, it is naturally different to look at problems. Wang Hongsong would rather the other party behave because his talent is real and he can easily gain a foothold in this market with such a scheming.

But if you are really that paranoid madman, there are several people living in your mind, all of whom are excluding each other and even do not admit that it is their own work.

Such people either reach the top.

Or fall into the abyss.

Xun Yeyu's white eyebrows were slightly raised and he said with a smile: "If it is true, then there will be a show."

"You, you always say that you are watching a show, but you are actually more concerned than me." Wang Hongsong laughed jokingly.

Xun Yeyu slowly put down the teacup and said with a reason: "Then sure, the person who came out of Xuzhou is mine."

"I don't want things to be too complicated." Wang Hongsong shook his head slightly.

Xun Yeyu took a breath, "I hope he is a lunatic, not a genius."

The two looked at each other and fell into silence for a moment.

...

When all his eyes were gathered on Mo Zhuosi, he stood alone on the roof of the unit, blowing a breeze.

Countless feelings in my heart.

Mo Zhuosi had a bitter smile on his lips, as if he was embarrassed and as if he was self-deprecating.

"After all, I can't escape vulgarity."

"Can't escape fame and fortune."

A pure black cat that emerged from somewhere was standing on the edge of danger. If you take a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss.

Mo Zhuosi was alone and felt as if he was talking to this cat.

"Brother, are you right to say I did this?"

The cat stared at him with translucent eyes, motionless and extremely spiritual.

Mo Zhuosi grinned and smiled like a child. He knew that after today, his life would be completely changed.

My sister called two times, but he didn't answer.

My dad also called, but he didn't answer.

Song Haoran sent a confused expression over, and the whole world was surprised. Perhaps the more familiar someone was with him, the more surprised he was.

Mo Zhuosi walked towards the cat, getting closer and closer.

"Aren't you afraid?" he frowned, as if asking the cat.

"You should be scared because you have no way out and you will fall down if you make a mistake."

I don’t know if I understood Mo Zhuosi’s words, but the black cat jumped off the fence on the rooftop.

Mo Zhuosi was very thoughtful, and he was indeed a lunatic, and he was actually talking to a cat.

Several seconds passed.

There is silence.

Mo Zhuosi took a deep breath, then said nothing, turned around and walked towards the corridor.

He knew that what was greeted by him was probably an envious and pitiful face.

The price of becoming famous by oneself seems to be higher than expected.

But, next.

It should be a more exciting world. If you invest five million yuan in yourself, you will never waste it.

He knew he would go higher and higher.

As soon as Mo Zhuosi walked down the corridor, he saw a familiar and friendly figure.

"I thought you couldn't stand it!" Xu Qingqing looked up at him standing at the corner of the stairs with a smile.

Mo Zhuosi slowly walked down from the corridor and said leisurely: "How is it possible that the world belonging to me has just begun now."

Xu Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled slightly, then handed over an invitation letter, "Hey, your ticket to the new world!"

"Qianmo's invitation? Famous expert column?"
Chapter completed!