"By the way, when people get old they forget things when they are happy."

Qin Dewen smiled and said: "Ye Xiaoyou, this is Ma Xuemin, the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association. This is the Calligraphy Association..."

After introducing several old men and Ma Xuemin's student Tian Xiong in turn, Qin Dewen pointed at Ye Zhiqiu and said happily: "Aren't you curious about who wrote this sentence? The real owner is here!"

"There is also "Xia Ke Xing", also written by Ye Xiaoyou."

Everyone had made some guesses while listening, but they were still shocked after Qin Dewen confirmed it.

Since the appearance of "Xia Ke Xing", it has caused an earthquake in the Chinese poetry world. Everyone is guessing which master wrote this poem.

Some people even say that this poem "Xia Ke Xing" alone is enough for the author to occupy an unshakable place in the Chinese poetry world!

Unexpectedly, the master suddenly appeared in front of him.

Except for Qin Dewen, everyone was doubtful and looked at the young man in front of them secretly.

He is too young and handsome, but there is no trace of a scholar in him.

This is the first impression.

But no one present was a fool. Even if they didn't believe it, they wouldn't raise it on the spot. They all greeted Ye Zhiqiu enthusiastically.

None of these old men had well-known names, including the black-haired young man named Tian Xiong, who I heard was also a doctor of literature. Ye Zhiqiu also responded politely to them all.

The arrival of Ye Zhiqiu made Qin Dewen very happy. He took Ye Zhiqiu's hand and discussed the poem "Xia Ke Xing" with him.

Ye Zhiqiu had no choice but to know how many brushes he had. It was okay to ask him to recite poems, but to ask him to do poem appreciation, he was not the material!

Fortunately, Qin Dewen was in high spirits and said it was a discussion. He was the only one to talk. After all, Ye Zhiqiu had read the annotations of this poem in his previous life, so he could handle it by saying a few words from time to time.

Shi Nuannuan on the side looked at Ye Zhiqiu, and her eyes were already filled with adoring little stars.

It's awesome to discuss this with Mr. Qin!

Under Qin Dewen's arousal, he scolded Fang Qiu on the long table, and his poem "Xia Ke Xing" with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared on the paper.

Even though Ye Zhiqiu didn't know how to appreciate it, he felt that the writing was very good, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was indeed a talented person.

Originally, it was because the other party spoke up for him and he came to visit out of courtesy. Unexpectedly, Qin Dewen was as rumored, without any airs, and instead was as humorous as an old naughty boy. Ye Zhiqiu admired him even more.

"Young friend Ye, what do you think of this word?" Qin Dewen said proudly as he took two steps back and admired the poem he had just written.

Ye Zhiqiu said honestly: "It looks good, but I can't read. If you ask me to tell you what's good-looking, I don't know."

Qin Dewen was stunned, then laughed and said: "There are many people who don't know how to pretend to understand, but Ye Xiaoyou is honest enough and follows his heart!"

Is this okay?

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, he really didn't understand, he really didn't think that much.

Suddenly, the vice president of the Poetry Association, Ma Xuemin, asked with a smile: "May I ask who Ye Xiaoyou studied under? It is not easy to write such a famous poem."

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know how to write poetry. I am a senior in college and majoring in media studies."

In terms of music, Liu Minkang can be regarded as his mentor, but this is a different field, Ye Zhiqiu did not mention it.

"..." Not only Ma Xuemin, but also several others were stunned, with a ridiculous feeling rising in their hearts.

I have been studying for most of my life, but what I have written is not as good as that of a college student who has not graduated yet? He is not a major!

Standing next to Ma Xuemin, Tian Xiong, another young man in the hospital, couldn't help but ask: "What is Mr. Ye's occupation..."

There is nothing to hide. Shi Nuannuan on the side answered for Ye Zhiqiu: "Brother Ye is an online novel writer and the author of the book "Zhu Xian" on our 'Orange Reading'."

"..." Except for Qin Dewen, who already knew Ye Zhiqiu's identity, the others once again fell into doubt in their lives.

"Oh, Internet writer?"

Tian Xiongzuo suddenly understood, and Ma Xuemin looked at each other, but said nothing further.

Qin Dewen smiled and said: "Xiaotian, you have a doctorate in literature, so you have to learn more from Ye Xiaoyou."

"You are a young person and you can still catch up. We old people have no chance."

"That's what Mr. Qin said." Tian Xiong responded with a smile, but a hint of disdain flashed deep in his eyes.

After Qin Dewen finished writing, the other old men also wrote ink one after another. Ye Zhiqiu couldn't understand it. Anyway, they all wrote decently, so there is no problem in using it to bluff people.

Tian Xiong looked at Ye Zhiqiu and suddenly said: "Brother Ye, why don't you come and show your skills?"

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand and refused: "I'll forget it, the word is ugly."

Tian Xiong smiled slightly, then turned to Qin Dewen and said: "Mr. Qin, I don't know if I can give up my love. Please take this calligraphy back to Mr. Qin and study it carefully and copy it."

It is not uncommon for intellectuals to give each other letters as gifts. Tian Xiong is Ma Xuemin's apprentice, and Qin Dewen is also someone who is willing to support younger generations, so he will naturally not refuse.

Qin Dewen chuckled and said: "Of course, you can take it as long as you like. If it's not enough for the old man, I will write more."

Ma Xuemin suddenly said: "Xiaotian, you are wrong."

"Every word of Mr. Qin's words is worth a thousand dollars, and you can't monopolize it. I suggest that we all have a competition, and the winner gets it."

"Old Qin, what do you think?"

The competition between intellectuals is nothing more than reciting poems and making pairs. This is called elegance. Qin Dewen naturally had no objection and nodded with a smile.

Ma Xuemin smiled and said: "How about using the simplest method to deal with pairs."

Several other old men were also interested. Qin Dewen's handwriting was second, and being able to show off his talents was the most important.

"It's because the student didn't think carefully." Tian Xiong agreed respectfully, then looked at Ye Zhiqiu and invited him again: "Brother Ye, how about you come and participate too."

Ye Zhiqiu was not interested and shook his head: "I'll forget it, just take a look."

Tian Xiong's eyes flashed and he joked: "Brother Ye can write "Xia Ke Xing", so he is not a big deal about the couple. Being too modest is pride."

"No way. Where did you copy "Xia Ke Xing" from?"

As soon as Tian Xiong said this, there was silence around him. Shi Nuannuan immediately became angry and choked: "Who plagiarized it! Don't spit on others with blood!"

Qin Dewen's face also darkened, and he directly reprimanded: "Xiaotian, how can you say such nonsense! Apologize to Ye Xiaoyou!"

Tian Xiong pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said quickly: "I'm sorry, brother Ye, I really admire the poem "Xia Ke Xing", so I naturally think that the author has a high literary quality and should be able to pick up pairs easily."

"If there is any misunderstanding, I apologize to you."

Tian Xiong smiled sincerely, and Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were calm, watching his performance quietly, with a little doubt in his heart.
Chapter completed!