Urban Shared Boyfriend System

Really angry!

Qin Kelan saw that He Xuan's rice paper was blank, and really couldn't understand what He Xuan was thinking!

Obviously I gave him a poem!

Even if you are doomed to lose, you should at least write down the song "Rootless Water" I gave you!

No matter what, Qin Kelan felt that although the poem "Water Without Roots" written by himself was definitely not comparable to the poems written by Hu Boyan and Liu Heng, at least it wouldn't embarrass He Xuan too much!

In the end, the 10 minutes when He Xuan came on stage, he seemed to be in a daze with a pen in his hand!

Not writing a word, this attitude... is really annoying!

"It seems that Mr. He lacks inspiration today?"

Hu Boyan, who was standing on the far left, sneered when he saw that He Xuan hadn't written anything, and then began to recite the poem he had just written.

"The song I wrote is called "Ling Xiao". The creation time was rushed, and there must be many shortcomings. Please correct me!"

After expressing a modest attitude, Hu Boyan began to read aloud the song "Ling Xiao" written by him with a microphone.

"Ling Xiaohua climbed on the steep cliff..."

When he finished reading, there was warm applause at the scene.

This song "Ling Xiao" is a metaphor of Ling Xiaohua as a spirit of striving for love. Among them, the unique human emotion of love is fully expressed.

"Brother Boyan, you have a good literary talent. But let's listen to my song "Flying Bird"..."

Seeing that He Xuan was a "white roll", Liu Heng instead transferred his "fighting spirit" to Hu Boyan, wanting to compare his song "Flying Bird" with his "Ling Xiao".

As for the poets present at the Poetry Association, it has been a long time since they saw the competition between Hu Boyan and Liu Heng.

Just now everyone was still looking forward to He Xuan's poems, but now... He Xuan has been "out ahead of schedule", so the focus is naturally on the poems of Hu Boyan and Liu Heng.

"Listen to the high-pitched song of the birds..."

Similarly, Liu Heng had just finished reading, and there was a round of warm applause at the scene.

Like Hu Boyan, Liu Heng also embodies emotion in things, using birds as a metaphor for a spirit of pursuing love.

"Blue sky and white clouds" is the dream of the bird, but "worms in the shade" are the life of the bird, and what falls on your shoulders is a thing called love...

The poem is full of fantasy and romanticism, which makes people feel as if they are the "flying bird" hesitating between the blue sky and the shade of trees.

The two poems both use metaphors, which are both lyrical and romantic. It is very light and pleasant to read, but it is inevitable that after the end, I will feel a kind of yearning for beautiful love in my heart .

"Not bad! Not bad...Bo Yan and Liu Heng are indeed representatives of the new poetry in China. These two poems are very in line with their previous style..."

After listening, Yuan Bofu, chairman of the Poetry Association, also smiled and commented.

Some other elders in the poetry world also expressed their own opinions, all of which were more praise than criticism, and gave high recognition to their two poems.

However, now that the first two have shown their poems, it's He Xuan's turn.

When Liu Heng handed the microphone to He Xuan, seeing that the rice paper in front of him was completely blank, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Mr. He seems to be too nervous! He is so nervous that he can't even write words." !"

"Liu Heng, don't say that. Maybe Mr. He has already written it on the paper, but...we are ignorant and can't see it." Hu Boyan also came over and joked.

When everyone in the audience heard it, they couldn't help being amused.

But at this moment, He Xuan really took the "stem" that Hu Boyan said, picked up the rice paper, unfolded it, pointed to the blank paper and said: "That's right! My poem has indeed been written. It's on here, but... idiots can't see it!"

Hey!

He Xuan's words immediately stopped the laughter of the audience.

Isn't this the same as "The Emperor's New Clothes"?

He Xuan scolded everyone in the audience!

Some old comrades of the Poetry Association, when they heard this, their faces turned livid. If they hadn't had the quality, they would have gone up to the stage to scold He Xuan, which is unreasonable.

"This Mr. He, he can't write poems by himself, and... is he beating around the bush and calling us all idiots?" Chairman Yuan Bofu also waved his hands sullenly.

"Mr. He's words are indeed a little too much."

Even Qiu Boren, who admired He Xuan's violin skills, couldn't speak for He Xuan anymore.

"Haha! The surname He is trying to die! These old antiques of the Poetry Association, even if we talk to them, we have to be polite. This surname He actually called everyone a fool... This time, it is a god I can't save him either."

Zhang Jiale shook his head, and suddenly felt that He Xuan's level was not worthy of being his opponent at all.

"It's really meaningless. I didn't expect Qin Kelan's vision to be so bad that he found such an egomaniac as a boyfriend."

Wang Wenbin also smiled and shook his head, looking at He Xuan on the stage, as if he was looking at a clown trying to please the public.

"He Xuan, how could he say such a thing?"

This time, even Qin Kelan frowned, feeling that He Xuan's words were too much.

But at this time, He Xuan on the stage looked like "pretend to be stupid and stupefied", and said, "No way! Can you really not see it? Then... let me read it to you!"

"Why, who are you lying to? This is obviously a blank sheet of paper. Could it be that you are just teasing all of us in order to cover up that you can't write poems yourself?" Liu Heng said angrily.

"Liu Heng, let him read. I want to see what he can read."

Hu Boyan had an attitude of just sitting back and watching the show. He really couldn't believe that He Xuan, who couldn't write for 10 minutes in a daze, could really read such a decent poem!

Ordinary great poets can't "write" a poem on the white paper like this on the spot!

However, how could they have thought that He Xuan is not a real poet, but a big bug with "overhead paper".

When the two of them were reciting poems just now, He Xuan, who was worried about not knowing which poem to choose, suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

"It's your choice!"

Silently filling in the name of a poem on the "empty paper", He Xuan picked up the microphone with a smile, and began to recite "very emotionally" to the "blank paper" in a very dignified manner.

"Listen, gentlemen! This poem I wrote is called "To the Oak Tree"..."

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Chapter 13 "To the Oak Tree"

On the huge stage, He Xuan stood in the center.

The other two poets on the stage looked contemptuous. They didn't think that He Xuan could read any poems in sentences.