When Zheng Pingru saw Guan Shijie coming out of the classroom, she looked at Guan Shijie with suspicious eyes, and for a long time she didn't say anything.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Did you give up on the competition?"

"No, I've finished writing."

"You didn't lie to me, were you?"

"Why are you lying to? Let's go home."

Zheng Pingru still doesn't trust her. It's really possible that someone can write three poems in just over ten minutes.

"In fact, writing poetry, one is based on the accumulation of daily life, and two is based on the sudden burst of inspiration. Today's title, I wrote a few poems when I was studying, so I finished it in more than ten minutes."

Zheng Pingru suddenly realized after hearing Guan Shijie's words.

"If you read a poem I just wrote, can I hear if I can win the award?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be leaked, you will know when the results are issued."

"Okay, I'll invite Yaya and I to dinner if I won the award."

Zheng Pingru thought that it doesn’t matter whether those who win the award or not. At least they have been here to participate, it’s better than letting Li Xianglan and the others mutter behind their backs.

In the afternoon of that day, Guan Shijie spent about three hours writing more than 10,000 words per article, with a self-written essay on love as the theme.

This is an essay written by Guan Shijie when he was in college when he was in college. It is important to describe the psychological process of breaking up after first love.

It is today and I still remember it fresh.

At 9 a.m. on November 8, the auditorium of the founding university of Manchuria was filled with young men and women. Even the aisle was full of people.

The annual poetry and prose competition in Manchukuo officially began.

Officials from the Department of Public Information, heads of the broadcasting and news departments, as well as heads of various literary and artistic groups, sat on the rostrum.

According to convention, the officials of the Propaganda Department naturally came to the topic after delivering a stinky and magnificent speech.

"Next, I will issue the winning poems that have been reviewed by dozens of experts from more than 10,000 new poems written by more than 10,000 poets. The author who heard the name was asked to come to the stage to receive the prize and recite his own poems.

The third prize is named "Manchuria, My Hometown", and the author Li Xianglan."

Guan Shijie and Zheng Pingta got late and sat in the last row. They were a little surprised to hear that Li Xianglan won the third prize.

After Li Xianglan came on stage to receive the award, she began to recite her own poems.

“Manchuria, my hometown.

On this black soil,

I planted my ideals, like a sunflower

Take root and sprout...

...

Manchuria blooms under the sun flag.”

After reciting his poems, Li Xianglan bowed to the staff of the rostrum and walked down.

"I don't know much about poetry. How is her poem?" Zheng Pingru asked.

"Not really, the sun flag is the Japanese military flag." Guan Shijie whispered.

"No wonder those who apply makeup on the Japanese can win the award," said Zheng Pingru.

The poems of the winner of the second prize are not much different from Li Xianglan, and are praised by the puppet Manchukuo.

The first prize winner was Xiaoyuan. This was as expected by Guan Shijie.

Xiaoyuan began to recite his own poems on the rostrum.

"My poem is called "Previous Life and Present Life"

This dark night is as you wish, the visual space is reduced to one meter

We go to sleep when the leaves cut through the autumn wind figure

The shadows of the trees sway and rustle, as if they were the sound of the Sanskrit in the past life

The black juice falls from a high place and spreads to the body

Every wound left in the crowded day

The pain of reality becomes nothing in the bright lights and wine

The moon is a huge teardrop, hanging on the eyelids of the sky

Hang on your eyelashes and wait for the angle of inclination only once

Many times, we open our body to place our souls

After the tribulation, the crystallized salt is the relics of the next life

Transparent, snow-white, without any dust

The moonlight is like water, covering every corner of the city

We are like two rice seeds, planted in the bed of this life

Breathing each other, one meter of melancholy.”

Guan Shijie sat down in the audience and listened to Xiaoyuan reading his poems. He couldn't help but whisper to Zheng Pingru: "This person still has some talent, and he is just a pity that he has become a traitor."

"I feel very good and a faint feeling," said Zheng Pingru. "He seems to be talking about the feelings of a couple when they are about to part."

Guan Shijie nodded, and he also heard this artistic conception from his poems.

Officials from the General Affairs Department reported that Xiaoyuan, who was the director of the General Affairs Department, stepped down and began to release a list of winners of new poems and special prizes.

"In this poetry and prose competition, the name of the work that won the special prize is "Homesickness", and the author Simu. Please come to the stage to receive the prize."

The officials from the Hongbao Office had just finished their announcement, and the rostrum began to discuss.

"Who is Simu? Have you heard of it?"

"Why have you never heard of the author's name?"

...

Zheng Pingru pulled Guan Shijie and said, "Let's go, go to the deli restaurant to buy half a roast chicken for Yaya. She clamored to eat it last night."

"Don't you want me to invite you and Yaya to dinner?"

"you……"

Before Zheng Pingru could wake up, Guan Shijie left his seat and walked towards the rostrum.

Four woods, four woods?

Only then did Zheng Pingru come to the point that Guan Shijie's word "Jia" was opened and read, wasn't it Simu?

The most surprising ones are Li Xianglan, Xiaoyuan and Wolong, including the playwright Dongliu and reporter Liu Mosheng.

When they saw Guan Shijie walking onto the rostrum, they opened their mouths in shock.

But what really surprised them was still behind. When Guan Shijie began to recite "Homesickness", everyone was shocked.

"When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I was here and my mother was there.

When I grew up, homesickness was a narrow train ticket. I was here and the bride was there.

Later, homesickness is a sign of a short house. I am outside and my mother is inside.

And now, homesickness is a boundary. I am here and my hometown is there."

After Guan Shijie recited "Homesickness", the artistic conception in the poem aroused the praises of many people.

When Guan Shijie stepped down, the audience burst into warm applause.

Guan Shijie corrected a few words to the poem "Homesickness" written by Mr. Yu Guangzhong in 1972, which is more in line with the reality.

Many people who live there are their hometowns in other provinces. However, since the founding of the Puppet Manchukuo, they have been unable to enter and exit freely due to various restrictions.

This poem is so depressing and desolate, which coincides with the mood of these people, so it is no wonder that it is so popular.

When Guan Shijie walked to Zheng Pingru, Zheng Pingru stood on tiptoe excitedly and kissed Guan Shijie on the cheek.

Zheng Pingru's actions were a shocking act in this era.

After Zheng Pingru responded by herself, she hurriedly covered her face and ran out of the auditorium.

Guan Shijie was about to chase him out, but he was stopped.

"Mr. Guan, please stay."

Originally, the playwright Dongliu and the reporter Liu Mosheng, a middle-aged man with sparse hair and a strong bone came over.
Chapter completed!