After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 373 Banquet
New York, night, a quarter past seven.

The video call invitation rang on time, and Chen Tianhong pressed the answer button without hesitation.

In an instant, a beautiful and aura face is like an exquisite dynamic wallpaper, covering the entire phone screen, and it is also onomatopoeia.

"Tianhong, have you rested yet?"

"Have a good rest. I slept from morning to noon, and after lunch, I slept until the afternoon. Now I am full of energy, and I am waiting for the dinner later."

"Little pig, you can really sleep."

Liu Yifei coquettishly called out the nicknames that are often used between lovers.

"Isn't it because I didn't sleep well on the plane? I was busy chatting with them, Yifei. Did you guys start work so early?"

Chen Tianhong explained a sentence, and then he saw Liu Yifei's delicate light makeup on her face, and her long black hair gathered on top of her head, making it into a delicate and tall bun. The appearance of Ye Qingzhu, the green leaves are swaying like tassels
The rest of the long hair was neatly combed back into a ponytail, with a red ribbon tied to the ponytail. This is the style that ancient chivalrous women often tie their hair. It is majestic and beautiful.

In modern society, a girl who is still dressed like this is either taking a photo shoot or filming a movie. Obviously Liu Yifei belongs to the latter.

"That's right! It started at six o'clock. The director said that there is a scene suitable for filming in the morning, but I have to wait for my scene. Hehe, Tianhong, do you think I look like Li Wenxiu in the book?"

While talking, Liu Yifei stuck out her tongue mischievously. She put the phone away and took a few steps back so that Chen Tianhong could see her whole body.

She was wearing an old-fashioned red dress. The bright red was paired with a stunning face and a chivalrous hairstyle. The whole person's temperament had changed. Wang Yuyan's weakness was less, and Hua Mulan's heroism was more.

If you have to use one sentence to describe it, don't say that a woman is not a hero, and she is full of elegance in a red dress!

During the show, Liu Yifei specially twirled and her skirt fluctuated, making Chen Tianhong swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

"Tianhong, don't you look like it?"

Seeing that her boyfriend hadn't spoken for a long time, Liu Yifei stopped circling and acted coquettishly.

"Like, like, it's exactly the Li Wenxiu I imagined in my dream, but it's a pity that the white horse is missing."

"There is a white horse! It's outside, I'll take a picture for you later."

"No, when I return to China, I will go to your place to visit the class. It will be more interesting to see it live!"

"Well, Tianhong, it must be night over there, isn't the night view in New York beautiful? How does it compare to London?"

"Each has its own merits, let me show you."

For a moment, Chen Tianhong didn't know how to describe the difference between the two cities. He picked up his mobile phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pointed the camera outside the window, and asked Liu Yifei to appreciate it.

Compared with London, the buildings in New York are more modern. The hotel Chen Tianhong lives in is located in the Empire State Building. The floor is very high. Looking up, the night sky above his head is clear and bright. The shining stars seem to be within reach, and can be seen when looking down. to half of Manhattan.

Manhattan is the most densely populated area in New York, and it is also the central business district. It can be called the economic and cultural center of the United States. The United Nations headquarters and cultural and educational organizations are located here. Needless to say, it is prosperous.

The overall feeling for Liu Yifei is prosperity and vastness, and the colorful neon lights give her a suffocating beauty.

"so beautiful!"

Some people appreciate the prosperity, while others see the silence.
The person who has such a state of mind is Hu Yuekun who is in another room. He ignores the bustling outside the window, his eyes are always looking at the mobile phone, and he can't press the dial button for a long time.

After many years, although his love has not diminished in the slightest, he doesn't know how to speak.

After a long time of entanglement, Hu Yuekun put the phone aside, opened the suitcase, and began to carefully select clothes. He knew that she paid great attention to the matching of clothes.

Hu Yuekun finally chose a light blue summer suit. A suit is always a classic for men, and blue is her favorite color, and it also looks young.

"Serena, how are you after not seeing you for many years! Will you come to today's dinner party?"

At 07:30, Chen Tianhong finished the video with Liu Yifei, and he also started to change his clothes. The current season is midsummer, the weather is not particularly hot at night, and you can still feel the cool summer breeze when you go out.

Therefore, Chen Tianhong chose a long-sleeved shirt with a round neck, which is good for modifying the line of the neck. The color of the shirt is black and classic, so that it will not look young and has a mature feeling.

But he didn't want to look particularly old-fashioned, so he matched khaki jeans with his lower body, so that he has a fashion style
Before going out, he also put on a watch, which Liu Yifei bought for him at a cost of one-third of the film salary. The shape is very delicate, and it looks very elegant on the wrist.

Chen Tianhong walked to the hotel lobby and waited for five or six minutes before Ren Changsong and the others took the elevator down.

"Tianhong, when did you come down? I said why no one answered when I knocked on the door of your room."

"President, I just arrived, so I can't keep you waiting for me! Hehe."

"you boy"

Ren Changsong cursed with a smile.

"All the people, all the people, let's go!"

"Wait, President, Mr. Hu hasn't come down yet."

Chen Tianhong hastily sounded a reminder.

"Ah, it's true, Xiao Liu, you go to Mr. Hu's room and have a look."

Ren Changsong scanned the crowd, but he did not see Hu Yuekun, so he arranged for a middle-aged poet to shout that the staff accompanying the dinner party would not be able to go.

As for why he didn't let the younger Chen Tianhong go, it was very simple, he didn't want the younger generation he liked to run errands.

Xiao Liu had no objection, turned around and was about to return to the elevator, and before taking a few steps, he saw Hu Yuekun walking towards them.

In fact, we can't blame Ren Changsong and the others. Everyone knows that he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't like being disturbed by others.

"It took some time to change clothes."

Hu Yuekun explained the reason for being late.

"Changing clothes, Mr. Hu, you are very young in what you are wearing!"

Ren Changsong was a little surprised when he heard the reason for Hu Yuekun's late arrival. After seeing the light blue suit on his body, he reacted and said a compliment that was not considered a compliment.

The rest of the people looked at their clothes, then at the old man's, and finally at Chen Tianhong. Everyone was silent.

Because they were going to attend the dinner party, they were all dressed formally, and formal clothes looked old-fashioned, even a few middle-aged people in their 30s also dressed old-fashioned.

In contrast, Hu Yuekun and Chen Tianhong looked more energetic in their clothes, but it was too late to go upstairs to change the time, and the car to pick them up had already arrived at the door.

So everyone had to say something in their hearts, at the Poetry Festival tomorrow, they must change their clothes to look younger.

The dinner party was held in a high-end hotel near the Poetry Association, and when Chen Tianhong and his party arrived, many poets from various countries who had accepted the invitation had already arrived.

There were hundreds of poets who came to the banquet this time, plus the American Poetry Society’s own people, so dozens of long tables were placed in the hall. The overall style of the banquet was similar to the government’s diplomatic banquet. The food and tableware were very Pay attention, there is even music playing in the hall.

Of course, there is still a gap with a formal state banquet. Without the pre-dinner ceremony, in addition to the fixed meal for each table, other side dishes, drinks, and beverages are all in the form of self-service, and guests can choose by themselves.

And fully consider the tastes of poets from various countries, there are local dishes, but only guarantee some big countries, like some small and medium-sized countries, you can only do whatever you want.

After Chen Tianhong and the others presented the invitation letter, they were guided by the staff to the table specially arranged for Chinese poets. Because they had a lot of people, they didn't have to share the table with other people.

After being seated, the dinner was served quickly, and Chen Tianhong directly cut a large piece of turkey without being greeted by others. This is a must-have dish in American banquets, and it is also a special dish.

In this way, Chen Tianhong was very busy eating delicious food, drinking red wine, drinks, listening to music performances, and chatting with everyone.

The status of the others was similar to that of Chen Tianhong, while Ren Changsong mainly focused on communicating with people who came over to say hello.

What's interesting is that every time someone comes to say hello, he always introduces Chen Tianhong. This is not only helping Chen Tianhong expand his network, but also a sense of pride in it.

The only person who is different from them is Hu Yuekun. He doesn't care much about the delicious food on the table, the wonderful music, and the friends who come to greet him. Since he entered the hall, he has been looking for that strange and familiar figure. Unfortunately, , was not found.

Finally, he poured a glass of red wine, shook it a few times, without taking a sip, just like a young man drinks beer, and drank it all in one gulp.

The red wine is sour, although there are fruity and floral aromas in it, but what Hu Yuekun feels is only sour
She really didn't come.

Is it because she doesn't want to see herself, or something is delayed, so will she come to tomorrow's poetry festival?

With the bitter wine in his belly and the alcohol on his head, Hu Yuekun's thoughts began to be confused, and he fell into the eyes of everyone, and he became more melancholy.

It wasn't until a burst of hearty laughter came that he raised his low head and looked towards the source of the sound.

It turned out that a few people from the American Poetry Association came to say hello, and the object of their attention turned out to be the young man with whom he had a good chat on the plane, which made him curious.

"Haha, Mr. Hongwen, long time no see! I remember the last time I saw you, you were still a high school student, and I didn't even know you. It's only been two years, and most Americans know your name. In the case of Huaxia, it should be called Shibie for three days, so treat him with admiration!"

The person who can greet Chen Tianhong so warmly is naturally the vice president Derrick. Although his words are flattering, they are also appropriate.

Chen Tianhong's current reputation in the United States is indeed not small, and he has already caught up with the top local writers.

"Hehe, Mr. Derrick is serious. I'm just a student. I used to be a high school student, but now I'm a college student."

Chen Tianhong said a few words politely, the fine tradition of Chinese people is humility.

"Haha, college students are not students here. Mr. Hongwen, let me introduce you. This is the president of our Poetry Association, Frazi, and he likes your poems very much."

Derrick introduced an old man with a fluffy beard on his face. His introduction caused Ren Changsong's "dissatisfaction". This is his job.

Soon Ren Changsong couldn't care less about being "narrow-minded", he was shocked by Frazi's words.

"Mr. Hongwen, hello, thank you very much for coming to the poetry festival, so that I can give Mr. President an explanation."

"Hello, hello Mr. Frazy, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Chen Tianhong stretched out his hand to shake Frazi, and asked curiously.

What does it have to do with Besley to come to the poetry meeting by yourself.

"A month ago, when Mr. President came to the Writers Association, I invited him to participate in the poetry festival. Mr. President asked me, would Mr. Hongwen come, and said that if you would come, he would adjust the itinerary."

The voice of Frazi's words was a bit loud, and the goal of their group was already big, so many poets surrounded them.

After hearing this, everyone looked at Chen Tianhong with complicated eyes. They had already heard the news that at tomorrow's poetry festival, the president of the United States would come to the scene.

Everyone thought it was their face, but they didn't expect that they came here just for Hongwen!
That Mr. President likes Hongwen so much, isn’t it just two science fiction novels, isn’t poetry more meaningful?

If you want philosophy, you need philosophy, if you want romance, you need romance, and if you need depth, you need depth!
Just when everyone was feeling sour, Frazi's next words made them more unhappy besides being sour.

"Before Mr. President left, he specially recommended me to read your new "Ball Lightning", saying that the poems in it are very good! Hehe, I read it, and it is indeed very good, but unfortunately it is not the full version, so I specially let you read it. Derrick asked you, you said you haven't thought about it yet, but have you thought about it now?"

While Frazi was waiting for Chen Tianhong's answer, the people around him began to whisper.

"What is "Ball Lightning"? A collection of poems published by this young man?"

"It's said to be the prequel to The Three-Body Problem, which won the Kimppler Award last year. It's sold very well recently, but I haven't read it. I don't like science fiction."

"How can there be poetry in science fiction?"

"Yes! That's because you don't know Hongwen well. He is a patriotic poet. I like his song "I Love This Land" very much."

"I think "Life is Like a Summer Flower" is better and more meaningful."

"Not to mention these two songs, who of you know which one Frazi is talking about? I read a few chapters of "Ball Lightning", but I didn't see any poems!"

Most of the people who whispered were foreign poets. In fact, these two poems were recognized by Chen Tianhong in foreign circles.

In contrast, Ren Changsong and the others know more, and they all know "Ball Lightning" more or less, and they also understand the poem Frazi said.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Hu Yuekun, who has never read "Three-Body Problem", let alone "Ball Lightning", so at this time, he is in the same state as those foreign poets, very curious.

Under everyone's curiosity, Chen Tianhong finally spoke.

"Mr. Frazie, you are talking about "The Road Not Taken". I have already thought about it, and I plan to talk about it at the Poetry Festival. Are you sure you want to listen to it now?"

"Of course!"

"Listen, listen now."

The first sentence came from Frazie, and the second sentence came from the voices of the crowd.

"Okay! Then I'll read it to everyone."

[Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, it's a pity I can't both go! 】

【I stood at that intersection for a long time, and I looked towards a road until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.】

(End of this chapter)