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Chapter 69 Jinfeng is very busy
Yi Tian is very upset today, but he is very happy. The reason for his displeasure is that a student who has not come to class for a long time makes him feel embarrassed. The reason for his displeasure is because this student is really talented.

Looking at the "Spring River Flower Night Moon" in his hand, Yi Tian couldn't put it down. This poem is really well written. Yi Tian really wants to recommend this poem to his friends.

As one of the best masters of ancient prose in China, Yi Tian has his own circle, and the people in this circle are all people who love ancient poetry.

Yi Tian sent this poem to friends from all over the world.

It didn't take long for the men to reply.

"I'm going, you didn't write this poem, did you?" one person asked.

"I won't tell you yet, what do you think of this poem?" Yi Tian wanted to hear other people's comments.

"How is it? A masterpiece, an absolute masterpiece."

"This poem is so well written, who wrote it?" Everyone asked anxiously.

"It's one of my students." Yi Tian could finally say that, even though this student never came to class, he was still Yi Tian's student.

"Your student, that's not very big." Everyone was envious.

"Let him take part in the East Asian Poetry Contest." A figure he hadn't seen for a long time appeared.

This group of people belonged to the Huaxia Poetry Association, and the association was subdivided into several small groups. They were all ancient poems, and the president of the Poetry Association was also a person who loved ancient poems.

It's just that the president seldom shows up. Today, he was probably overwhelmed by this poem, so he appeared.

"East Asian Poetry Competition? Isn't it too good? Too young." Yi Tian also knew about this poetry competition.

East Asian countries have been influenced by China for a long time, and they especially love Chinese culture. In order to promote the development of East Asian poetry, China, South Korea, Japan and North Korea got together and held an East Asian poetry competition.

This poetry competition is divided into three games, modern poetry, ancient poetry and ancient words, and the final score will be determined according to the results of the three games.

Moreover, those who are required to participate in this competition must be young poets and cannot be over 40 years old.

Chinese young people are still good at modern poetry, but ancient poetry and ancient words are far behind, so every poetry contest is a complete failure.

This time, the East Asian Poetry Contest was held in Huaxia, and the Poetry Association also made every effort to win the championship.

It's just that there are too few young people who can write ancient style poems, so after seeing Jin Feng's poem again, the chairman immediately initiated an invitation.

"If you're not young, you don't want it. By the way, has the author of "Shui Tune Ge Tou" been invited?" As a poetry lover, the chairman reads the lyrics. He thinks the lyrics of "Shui Tune Ge Tou" Very good, very old-fashioned, so let Yi Tian invite this person.

"Well, he also wrote this poem." Yi Tian wiped the sweat from his forehead, he forgot about it.

"That would be even better, let him participate in the East Asian Poetry Contest next month." The president ordered again.

"Okay, I see." Yi Tian nodded, he had already inquired, Jinfeng has not played for a while, so he will come to class.

But the next day, Yi Tian didn't see Jin Feng coming to class, and he was very puzzled. When the get out of class was over, Yi Tian asked Lin Xue, and Lin Xue didn't know where Jin Feng went.

Now Jinfeng is in a warehouse, so he was invited here today.

"Senior Mao." Jin Feng nodded to Mao Chuan.

Mao Chuan was not a sociable person, but he did have something to do today, so he asked Qin Yin to invite Jin Feng over.

"Jinfeng, we don't know each other very well, but I do have something to ask you for today, to be precise, please help us." If Mao Chuan hadn't been desperate, he wouldn't have come to Jinfeng.

"Senior Mao, if you have anything, just say it, you're welcome." Jinfeng still likes Mao Chuan very much, and the two of them don't communicate much, but they met at the New Year's Eve party, and Jinfeng thinks Mao Chuan is a good person.

"It's like this. Our popular project participated in the China Good Band Competition. Now we have successfully reached the top [-]. If we want to enter the top eight, we must come up with a song." Mao Chuan and the others usually write songs. But I still mainly sing other people’s songs.

The top [-] will start the knockout round. Each band will draw a theme and give them a week of preparation time to compose a song based on this theme, perform it on the spot, and be scored by the judges. The eight teams with higher scores will enter the quarterfinals and compete against each other. game.

Now the popular plan is stuck on the top [-]. Mao Chuan feels that his points are very bad. Why did he choose the most difficult one among the [-] themes?

"Does it have to be original by your band?" Jin Feng asked suspiciously.

"No, as long as it's an original song." Mao Chuan shook his head.

"Then you can ask someone to write it directly." This is a big problem. Some bands with background will directly ask someone to write songs.

"Yes, those who have a company can find someone. We don't have a company, so we can only find you." Jinfeng's creative ability is very strong, and Mao Chuan knows it. He can only find Jinfeng at present.

Of course Jinfeng would not refuse to write a song for Mao Chuan.

"We people don't have money, but don't worry, we will only sing your song during the competition, and we won't sing it after the competition."

As Yu Lu's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" became popular in China, everyone also knew the author of Jinfeng, so now there are many people looking for Jinfeng to write songs, and the price will not be low.

"You don't need to give me money now, you can sing the songs, and if you make money in the future, I will share a part of it." Jinfeng didn't care about the [-] or [-], and he valued the share more.

"Of course there is no problem with this." Mao Chuan could completely agree to Jin Feng.

"Then what theme did you draw?" Jin Feng asked curiously, he really wanted to know how unlucky these people were.

"Sixteen themes, one for each team. I was not very lucky, and I got the theme of Chasing Dreams as soon as I came on stage." In fact, any of the [-] themes is easy, but Chasing Dreams is very difficult. Not a good idea.

When Jinfeng heard this theme, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. Although the theme of chasing dreams is difficult, he still has a way. Just now he thought of a very good song, which is also very suitable for Mao Chuan They're kind of a rock band singing.

"How long is it?" Jin Feng inquired.

"There are still three or four days." Mao Chuan had been thinking for a long time, but he couldn't write a good song, so he sought foreign aid.

"It's enough, I'll write the song down right away." Jin Feng bought a memory capsule and ate it.

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