Like God's help?

Xu Yuan heard Lin Nan's words and looked at him with his eyes open, with a little disbelief on his face: "I can't tell, you are quite humorous."

She spoke.

After saying this, Lin Nan shook her head and knew that she didn't believe it.

Lin Nan sat there, wondering if he wanted to write something.

But there was no special thought at once.

But Lin Nan was not in a hurry.

There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain.

Even if you can't think of anything at that time, that's OK.

Lin Nan doesn't really think much about this game.

Wait until time passes slowly.

soon.

"Okay, now, I'll invite you all present to show you the poem you have written."

"Is anyone here on the initiative?"

The person in charge of the host asked with a smile.

Overall, this game is more relaxed.

As a literati.

Everyone won't be too nervous.

"If there is no one, then I'll do it first!"

A man stood up at this time.

He is tall and thin, about thirty years old, and looks arrogant and arrogant.

When he got up, he looked at Lin Nan's location, full of provocation.

Lin Nan was too lazy to see him, so he had no interest in paying attention.

"My name is Wu Cheng. This time, I brought a modern poem written for my hometown, "Homesickness".

The man came on stage, then cleared his throat and coughed twice. Then he spoke and recited his own poem.

Nostalgia.

It is about missing your hometown from the perspective of a man who leaves his hometown.

The mood is not magnificent, and he is a little bit shy and petty.

This man recites his modern poems.

His eyes were slightly moist.

Before impressing others, he first impressed himself.

This is a success.

It's just a pity.

When the yin and yang he recited himself were ups and downs, his emotions were rising and falling, and he was moved to the point where he could not be further increased.

It did not impress too many people in the audience.

"This poem is well written, and the overall feeling is pretty good, but the emotions are not conveyed."

Li Qing commented.

"I think so too. The emotions are not arranged well. Each of us has a hometown and everyone has homesickness, but this poem does not make me miss my hometown very well."

Zhou Zhengguang also commented at this time: "It's just the whole, and the writing is pretty good."

He gave an evaluation.

Each judge said his thoughts.

Those who can participate in this national modern poetry competition are somewhat capable.

Although it is bad, it can still be seen.

Wu Cheng walked on with a little disappointed look. He originally wanted to slap the guy named Lin Nan hard with this poem.

"That's it?"

When Lin Nan saw him coming down, he asked two words when he passed by.

Wu Cheng shook his face and said nothing, and went back to his seat on his own.

When Shuyou heard Lin Nan's words, he shook his head slightly.

soon.

The next person walked up.

As expected, before this man came on stage, he glared at Lin Nan in the direction.

That group of people all had opinions about Lin Nan.

Then……

He recited his modern poems proudly.

“Good writing.”

"It still needs to be strengthened, but there are still some flaws."

"It's okay, but it doesn't make people shine."

Listening to the judges' comments one by one.

He was dissatisfied at first, his face turned red. He wanted to argue with reason, but when he thought that this was the Writers Association, it would be difficult to publish in the future if it was too stiff.

So I had to lower my head, endure my sadness, and get off the stage.

"That's it?"

as always.

Lin Nan asked two words as he passed by him.

The man gritted his teeth, but there was nothing to say.

That's it?

Lin Nan relied on these two words to make the group of people over there have been more opinions about him.

"This kid really doesn't know how to be a human being!"

"He's simply arrogant!"

"I really don't know where he got the confidence to mock the modern poems written by others! At least we are all poets who have published collections of poems!"

There were all the people over there indignation and their eyes were full of anger.

"They have a lot of opinions about you, so you are not worried at all."

Make Wishes turned around and looked at Lin Nan, quite curious.

Lin Nan didn't speak much, but "That's it?" Such words simply condensed the essence of countless ridicule.

The contempt contained in the two words.

Unstoppable.

"What are you afraid of? Do they still dare to hit me?"

Lin Nan shook his head: "Cultural people, don't touch their mouths. If they call me first, they should have the awareness of being criticized."

"Life is your way back and forth."

Listen to Lin Nan's words.

Make a wish and is even more curious about him.

She glanced at the group of angry and stomped her feet with hatred, and then at Lin Nan, who looked calm and quiet.

The gap.

It's really great.

Next.

As long as someone who has just criticized Lin Nan goes on stage to recite his modern poems.

Whether it's good or bad.

When that person passed by Lin Nan, Lin Nan would say two words.

As for some people who didn't have any interaction with Lin Nan throughout the whole process, Lin Nan didn't say anything.
To be continued...