After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 378 I Want to Try Horseback
"What?"

Chen Tianhong, who was standing in the front row under the stage, thought he had misunderstood the English words. It wasn't until he saw the reporter pointing the camera at him that he realized that Besley was really asking him.

Immediately, Chen Tianhong's mood was not very beautiful. He was listening to all kinds of big melons from the American government, and he listened with great interest, but suddenly this melon was thrown at him.

It felt like a melon in a melon field was eating melons everywhere, and ended up eating melons, and ended up eating melons on my own head!
Nima, what do you mean, what you Besley promised, explain it yourself!

Ask me what?
In the name of a private person, wow, why should the name of a private person be said in public?

Your uncle's!

Chen Tianhong greeted Besley crazily in his heart, he didn't want to get involved in these crap.

Naihe's camera was on him, he didn't speak, he couldn't explain.

So he said two words very reluctantly, "I believe it!"

Without waiting for the reporters to ask questions, he directly threw the question back, "Mr. President, do you believe it?"

After saying this, Chen Tianhong raised his head and blinked at Besley. I want to see your answer.

The reporter's camera turned back to the stage.

Besley still maintained a personable demeanor with a calm expression on his face.

"My point of view is the same as that of Mr. Hongwen, and I also believe it. Unfortunately, there is no direct evidence to prove their existence, so I can only imagine in science fiction. For example, Mr. Hongwen's "Three-Body Problem" can carry my imagination. Space."

Seeing Besley on the stage sternly looking around and talking about other things, and gradually leading the topic to himself, Chen Tianhong was very upset, but he was helpless, it was hard to refute, and he was still helping him to promote himself.

"Oh, if I knew it earlier, I would have said it, but I don't believe it."

Chen Tianhong sighed.

Little did he know that even if he answered in reverse, Besley could still continue.

In his words, whether you believe it or not, my answer has already been prepared, and what I want is your answer, not whether your answer is correct or not.

And after Besley finished talking about "alien", he stirred up Chen Tianhong's popularity again.

"Reporter friends, Mr. Hongwen is not only a writer, but also a poet. You don't know it yet. This time he wrote a poem that caused a sensation in the poetry world. Even Mr. Frazi praised it. Mr. Hongwen, would you like to Come up and tell everyone about "The Road Not Taken"?"

Besley extended the invitation.

Hearing this, Chen Tianhong looked at Frazi with complicated eyes. He had reason to believe that Frazi was definitely behind this matter.

Because the president of the American Poetry Association has spared no effort to promote "The Road Not Taken" in the past two days.

Indeed, Frazie had been admiring the poem when he first chatted with Besley.

"Mr. Hongwen, how about I go up with you?"

Frazi thought that Chen Tianhong didn't want to go up alone, so he said kindly.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Chen Tianhong resolutely refused, just kidding, even if he is not comfortable with this kind of forced stage, he can let others fill the cups!

Absolutely not!

Next, he raised his head handsomely and stepped onto the stage. He didn't need any drafts, and directly opened his brain, talking about the story before and after the creation of this poem.

Half an hour later, this "carefully planned" press conference by Besley came to an end.

He didn't stay longer at the poetry festival, the president's schedule was very full, but before getting into the car, he chatted with Chen Tianhong a few more times.

"Mr. Hongwen, would you like to stay in the United States for a few more days? New York has many attractions, or you can come to Washington, Miss Doris can arrange a guide for you."

Besley felt a little embarrassed to treat Chen Tianhong as a toolman several times in a row, and wanted to make some compensation.

"Don't bother Mr. President, I will go back to China tonight, let's talk about it next time I come."

Chen Tianhong shook his head and rejected Besley's kindness. Based on the posture of today's press conference, if he doesn't leave, there may be many people blocking the hotel tomorrow.

He has already imagined what the headlines will occupy the headlines of major news media tomorrow.

"Shocked! Hongwen, the youngest Kimpler winner, actually said that there are real aliens, and Mr. President affirmed it."

"It's unbelievable that Hongwen, the author of "Three-Body Problem", personally admits that he has seen a Three-Body Problem."

"The poem that makes Frazi feel ashamed is actually written by the writer Hongwen."

And this press conference seems to have achieved the effect he wanted, but it is actually a win-win situation.

Chen Tianhong has also won popularity, popularity is fame, and it is also money. The sales of "Three-Body Problem" and "Ball Lightning" will reach new highs. Even if he publishes a collection of poems, many people will buy them.

"OK, then wait for your next visit. I wish you a smooth journey in advance. By the way, I will write science fiction later. Don't forget to send me a copy. The Chinese version is fine."

Besley exhorted after finishing his words of blessing.

"Hehe, Mr. President, then you have to wait for a long time. I have no plans to write science fiction in the near future. I want to finish my studies first and study hard."

Chen Tianhong said his follow-up plan.

Since he came to this world, he has been "borrowing books". Now that he has fame, money, girlfriend, and accumulated a lot of connections, his life seems very complete.

But only Chen Tianhong himself knows that he has always had a regret in his heart. He wants to rely on himself to write a book that everyone can recognize. This really requires learning, so he plans to study hard for the next two years.

Of course, it's not that he stopped writing books at all. After all, there are still many book fans waiting, and he will write a few books in his spare time, but he will not participate in activities like this that require running around.

"Study? You still need to. Oh, I almost forgot, you're still a college student."

Just as Besley was about to say that you don't need to study at all, it suddenly occurred to him that Chen Tianhong is still in college and finishing his studies, so there is no problem!

"That's really a pity, I hope you don't make me wait too long, otherwise I might go to Huaxia to ask you to remind me."

Besley got into the car with regret, and secretary Doris followed immediately. Before she got into the car, she also asked Chen Tianhong a question curiously.

"Mr. Hongwen, do you really believe in the existence of aliens?"

"I believe it! Why don't you believe it!"

Chen Tianhong answered without any hesitation. This world even has rebirth and time travel, so what kind of a big deal is aliens?
Doris didn't speak anymore, she smiled politely, turned around and got into the car, but she was muttering in her heart.

"Could it be that he has actually seen aliens, that's why he's so sure."

After sending off Besley and his party, the poetry festival returned to normal.

"President Ren, I won't go with you guys! I plan to book an evening ticket to return to China, and I will go to Longyuan after returning home."

Chen Tianhong told Ren Changsong that he was going back to China early, and he took a week off this time to visit a class if he had time.

Longyuan is the place where Liu Yifei is filming, located in the northwest of China.

"Mr. Hongwen, why are you in such a hurry?"

Before Ren Changsong could speak, Frazi asked to stay, saying that he wanted to chat with Chen Tianhong for a few more days about poetry and songs.

"Mr. Frazy, Tianhong has something to do when he goes back. He has an appointment with his girlfriend."

Ren Changsong helped explain.

"Is that so?" It's not easy for Frazi to keep the appointment.

"Mr. Frazy, I'm leaving first, and I have to buy some gifts for my family and friends."

Chen Tianhong directly bid farewell, the poem was read, the cup was filled, and Mr. Hu's business seemed to be complete, so there was no need to waste any more time.

"No, I'll arrange someone to buy it for you. You Huaxia pay attention to bringing special products when you go back. I understand."

As soon as Frazi waved his hand, he began to take care of everything. The association had idle staff, so he didn't have to worry about buying a gift.

Chen Tianhong hesitated for a while, but he didn't refuse. It's just that when he gave the money again, Frazi didn't agree with anything, and even borrowed Chinese etiquette to speak. You are guests from afar, and we should prepare gifts for you. .

In this way, Chen Tianhong stayed for another two hours, chatted with Frazie for a while, and then took the special car of the American Poetry Association back to the hotel to pack his things. When he arrived at the airport, the gifts had already been checked in.

"The wind in the northwest is always very rough. It cannot blow to the ponds in the Jiangnan water town, and there are no roses blooming. Only the sky full of yellow sand is paired with spirits."

Recalling the copywriting about Longyuan on the Internet in his previous life, after a day and night journey, Chen Tianhong arrived at Longyuan International Airport smoothly.

"Damn, didn't the Internet say that Longyuan is full of yellow sand and gravel, the ancient city is in decline, and there are few people, fart! I think the sky here is bluer than that of Kyoto!"

After getting off the plane, Chen Tianhong started complaining. He didn't see the scene described on the Internet. Instead, he saw a city that was as prosperous as the mainland, the provincial capital Jincheng.

"I don't know how Lanzhou ramen is in this world, no, it's Jincheng ramen, why don't you try it first?"

Chen Tianhong walked out of the airport with a twist in his heart. As soon as he arrived at the pick-up gate, he saw the driver who came to pick him up from the film crew. He was also an old acquaintance, Xing Bengui.

"Mr. Chen, shall we go directly to the film crew, or go to the hotel for a rest?"

Xing Bengui was very happy to see Chen Tianhong. He not only stepped forward to help carry the luggage, but also handed over a bottle of water. The weather here is relatively dry, so he needs to drink more water.

"Don't worry, Brother Xing, is there a Jincheng ramen restaurant nearby? I want to try what the authentic Jincheng ramen tastes like."

"Mr. Chen, there is really no authentic restaurant near the airport. We need to go to the old town, but there is a more authentic beef noodle restaurant in the place where our film crew is filming."

Xing Bengui truthfully said that he has been here with the crew for almost two months, and he is already familiar with it.

"Then go to the set!"

To eat authentic food, Chen Tianhong decided to go to the studio, but after he got in the car, he suddenly realized.

"Brother Xing, isn't it called ramen? Why is it called beef noodles?"

"Mr. Chen, I didn't know until I came here that the Jincheng ramen we ate before was actually made by people from Qinghai. The locals call it Jincheng Beef Noodles. Also, there are not deserts everywhere here. Gobi, as far as our filming location is concerned, there are also grasslands and gardens in Liangzhou Desert Park."

Xing Bengui, who was starting the engine, smiled, explained patiently, and said a few interesting things here.

"I also asked the local people here, do you usually ride camels to work? Do you live by the desert? Are the sandstorms severe? Guess what they answered?"

"How to say?"

Chen Tianhong became interested, and his idea was exactly the same as Xing Bengui's.

"Hehe, they say that since I was young, I haven't even touched a camel. They say that the sandstorm is not as powerful as the imagination of us outsiders."

"Hahaha!" Chen Tianhong was amused.

Sure enough, you can't believe anything on the Internet!

……

It takes nearly 3 hours to drive from Jincheng to Liangzhou City, and another 40 minutes to Desert Park.

When Chen Tianhong first set off, he was still chatting with Xing Bengui about interesting things, and then the two eyelids started to fight. When he woke up, he had already been on the set for a while.

"Mr. Chen, you're awake! We just arrived 20 minutes ago. Seeing that you were in a deep sleep, we didn't call you. The director and the others are filming. How about I accompany you to see it?"

"Okay, you take me there."

Chen Tianhong rubbed his eyes and spoke in a nasal voice. He was exhausted from the journey. He had never been on such a long plane and car.

However, after getting out of the car, he suddenly remembered something. He fell asleep all the way and forgot to buy gifts for everyone. Although there are some brought back from the United States, those are not enough!
Xing Bengui saw what Chen Tianhong was thinking.

"Mr. Chen, now the crew provides drinks, watermelon and snacks every day. You don't need to prepare anything deliberately."

"Oh? It seems that Lao Guo has done a good job after being promoted to the deputy general manager. If that's the case, I'll invite everyone to dinner tonight."

Chen Tianhong praised Guo Yongwen, the former producer, but he still has to say what should be said, and he invested in the current film.

"Thank you Mr. Chen!"

Under the leadership of Xing Bengui, Chen Tianhong came to the set. At this time, a circus was being filmed, that is, Li Wenxiu galloped in the desert on a white horse.

The scene chosen by the director is very good. At dusk and sunset, a mottled ancient city is faintly visible in the flying yellow sand, just like a maze left behind by time, playing an ancient Gaochang song in the desolation and silence.

Suddenly, there was a horse neighing and a melodious bell ringing, and a woman in a red dress appeared in front of everyone riding a thin white horse.

The white horse was still pacing slowly at the beginning, and gradually turned into a trot, until it was completely galloping on the yellow sand. At this time, the woman on the horseback had turned into a red butterfly with spread wings, performing a scene of Gorgeous picture scroll of chivalrous women
Because of the long distance, she couldn't see her face clearly for the time being, but the desolation of the desert couldn't cover up her peerless temperament.

"Damn, when will Yifei know how to ride a horse?"

Chen Tianhong, who was admiring it, suddenly came up with a sentence, it turned out that as the distance increased, he finally saw clearly that the woman on the horse was not someone else, but his girlfriend, Liu Yifei.

In Chen Tianhong's previous cognition, Liu Yifei's equestrian skills did not support her being able to control a horse to run, but the scene just now broke his cognition.

"Mr. Chen, Ms. Liu is very hardworking in filming. She has been learning equestrian skills from her coach for the past two months."

Xing Bengui on the side explained.

Chen Tianhong didn't reply, he was surprised.

Liu Yifei reined the horse just right, and the white horse neighed and stopped, stopping at the camera.

Because of the Mercedes, a few strands of long hair broke free and were fluttering with the wind.
Liu Yifei took out the wine jug from her horse pocket without hesitation, and held the wine bowl in the other hand, and poured herself to drink in front of the camera. This scene was like a chivalrous woman who walked out of a book.

In an instant, Chen Tianhong's eyes were straightened, his throat moved a few times, and he didn't know if it was thirst or what.
"Ka, it's over, it's beautiful, it's so beautiful!"

The director yelled at the sound card, not stingy with his praise.

Liu Yifei smiled shyly, got off the horse without the help of the staff, and ran towards Chen Tianhong.

No matter how many people were watching on the set, they just threw themselves into Chen Tianhong's arms.

"You've worked hard!"

Close to ear, the two said something to each other at the same time.

Liu Yifei felt sorry for Chen Tianhong's exhausted journey, and Chen Tianhong felt sorry for Liu Yifei riding a horse and filming in person.

But soon, the conversation between the two changed.

"Tianhong, am I the Li Wenxiu in your mind?"

"Who said it wasn't me who slapped him."

"Hee hee, why don't I change my costume tonight?"

"Well, it's the best, ahem, actually, I want to try it on horseback!"

Liu Yifei: "."

"Is it okay on horseback?" (Just for fun!)
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