Divorce me for fame and fortune, why are you crying when I make you a famous queen?

Lin Zhou walked to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

"Miss Su, Miss Su?"

there was no sound inside.

Lin Zhou's heart tightened, he wouldn't faint again, right?

As soon as he twisted the doorknob, the inside was locked, Lin Zhou was in a hurry, and he took two steps back and was about to kick the door.

"What's the matter?" Su

Qingmei's voice suddenly came from the bathroom, a little gasping for breath.

Lin Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly

said, "Miss Su, why have you been washing for so long?"

There was a sound of rushing water inside, and Su Qingmei said, "After washing, you wait a minute." After

a few minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Su Qingmei came out of it in her pajamas, her hair wet and a little scattered.

Lin Zhou felt a little strange, and couldn't help asking

, "Miss Su, are

you okay?" Su Qingmei shook her head: "It's okay, you go wash it, I'm asleep." With

that, he walked towards his bed.

"Miss Su.

Lin Zhou stopped her, Su Qingmei was stunned, seemed a little nervous, and turned around and said, "What?" Lin Zhou

took out the hair dryer from the bathroom, walked out and handed it to her: "Remember to dry your hair, don't catch a cold."

Su Qingmei took the hair dryer, "Oh." He bowed his head and agreed.

Lin Zhou only thought that she was still angry, and didn't care, and took her clothes into the bathroom.

Closing the door, Lin Zhou found that in addition to the bathroom, there was also a large bathtub next to it.

And the bathroom was clean, there was not a drop of water, and the bathtub was obviously wet.

This shows that Su Qingmei was taking a bath in the bathtub just now, which is not surprising, but Lin Zhou remembered that he heard the sound of rushing water outside just now, as well as Su Qingmei's panting.

Last night,

he told Su Qingmei that he could practice breath-holding in the bathtub to increase his breath when singing.

As a result, she can't wait to start practicing today.

No wonder she took a shower for so long tonight.

Probably because she was still in a "cold war" with herself, she was reluctant to tell herself that she was practicing breath-holding just now, so she was sneaky.

Lin Zhou shook his head and smiled, the cold goddess in the eyes of outsiders seemed to him to be a child who liked to make trouble.

No, it stands to reason that Su Qingmei and I are not related, and I am also an outsider, right?

"He's not an outsider.

Lin Zhou looked back at the bathroom door, the sound of a hair dryer was sounding outside, and in the quiet of the night, it did not seem noisy, but there was a trivial and warm atmosphere of life.

A feeling of crispness and numbness suddenly welled up in his heart.

This feeling is called tranquility.

The men took a shower very quickly, and Lin Zhou came out in only ten minutes.

The quilt on the bed in the back bulged out, revealing a slender curve.

Su Qingmei had already slept.

Lin Zhou nodded, thinking that he was still obedient after all, not so willful.

However, when he got into his bed and picked up his phone to look at it, he soon couldn't laugh anymore.

Just now, in the private message of the amateur station, Gu Mei sent him two messages:

"Teacher Xuezhou, the poem is written well, is it really written about the fishman singer?" "

The work you participated in the poetry contest is also the song 'Jun Tilting the Country and Dumping Himself'?"

, and then watched the video posted by the fish-man singer in the evening about the primary selection of the "Poetry Contest".

Lin Zhou was a little helpless, but he still overestimated Su Qingmei's consciousness.

He was lying on his side, with his back to Su Qingmei's bed, and also hid in the quilt, and then typed and replied:

"That poem is not written about the fishman singer."

Su Qingmei quickly replied: "Who is that?" Lin

Zhou thought for a while, not telling the truth, "I didn't write anyone, I wrote it for fun." Then

he digressed: "I used a different poem for the poetry contest."

Gu Mei: "Oh, you really know how to write poetry?

Xue Zhou: "You still haven't rested so late?" Gu

Mei: "I'm going to sleep right away, can you show me the poem you competed

in?" Xue Zhou: "Are you interested in poetry?"

Gu Mei: "I took ancient Chinese poetry in college, and accumulating more is good for singing."

Xue Zhou: "I'll send you the poem, and you will rest?"

Gu Mei: "Okay."

So Lin Zhou sent her "The Wanderer's Yin".

"Can you sleep now?"

the other side was silent for a moment before replying,

"Sleep."

Lin Zhou turned off the screen of his phone, quietly turned sideways, and glanced up at Su Qingmei's bed.

I saw the quilt move slightly, and a slender arm stretched out and put the phone on the bedside table.

Then he took a pack of tissues that had been placed on the bedside table into the quilt.

Lin Zhou was puzzled, didn't he sleep

? What are you doing with a tissue? At this moment, in Su Qingmei's quilt, she was wiping the corners of her eyes with a tissue.

I miss my mom.

After being busy for a while, let Sister Hong adjust the schedule and go home to accompany my mother for a few days.

That's right....

The girl held the quilt and wrapped her body tightly, exposing only her face outside, blinking her cold eyes like water.

Why does Xuezhou like that guy like to urge me to sleep?

....

Two days later.

Shencheng, the headquarters of the Chinese Poetry Association.

Guo Muzhi came out of the elevator, and the people he met greeted him one after another:

"Teacher Guo." "

Hello Mr. Guo.

Among them, there were several young girls with admiring eyes, Guo Muzhi smiled and responded one by one.

He is a well-known poet in China, one of the vice presidents of the Poetry Association, and has published three poetry collections and has many fans.

In his thirties, elegant, handsome and talented, it is when a man is proud.

"Lao Guo is here? It just so happens that the organizer has put the top 100 works on the official blog, come, let's take a look. Walking

into an office, a man with glasses greeted him with a smile.

This is the president of the Poetry Association, named Zhang Zheng, which is very interesting to say, Zhang Zheng actually can't write poetry, but he is the president of the Poetry Association.

Because he got the sponsorship funds in the club and the funds for the poets to publish poetry collections.

Zhang Zheng also participated in the planning of this Chinese poetry contest, in order to attract sponsorship and expand influence, they even pulled the amateur station that could not be beaten by eight poles as a co-organizer.

Although poets don't look down on vulgar amateur stations, people are rich, and in order to promote poetry, they can still try to occasionally be with vulgarity.

As for the entries of the children at the amateur station, the people in the Poetry Association were dismissive.

In their opinion, the champion this time can only be produced within the Poetry Association and the Poetry Network.

The results of the top 100 also confirm the poets' speculations.

Among the 100 works, the Poetry Association and the Poetry Network account for 68, and the Writers Association and the Chinese Novel Network together only have 32 places.

As for the amateur station, who knows? No one pays attention to it.

This morning, the organizers of the poetry contest posted the content of the top 100 works on Weibo and gave a voting link so that netizens can vote for their favorite works.

At the same time, in order to enhance its influence, the official blog of the poetry contest also released a blockbuster news -

the final of the poetry contest will be broadcast live on Kyoto Satellite TV and amateur stations, and will also invite Su Qingmei, a little diva in the music world, to be one of the judges of the finals.

Sure enough, with Su Qingmei's name, the online voting of the poetry contest 100 into 50 immediately became a hot search.

Netizens clicked in one after another, shouting "Su Qingmei, my goddess!" and "Qingmei, I love you!" and the like.

And then by the way, let's see what is so good about these 100 works.

Although people nowadays like to chase dramas and listen to songs, after all, ancient Chinese poetry is still a good thing left by our ancestors, but anyone who is a Chinese person can not write and appreciate it, right?

With Su Qingmei's appeal, the top 100 works in the poetry contest have received great attention.

But now that the voting has just begun, there is nothing to be seen for the time being.

For the Poetry Association, this competition is naturally a big event, and President Zhang Zheng also stays in front of the computer to watch these poetry works.

Just when Guo Muzhi came in, he pulled the other party along.

Speaking of which, Guo Muzhi is a popular candidate for the championship, his name has long been broken, even if he is not in the field of poetry, he has more or less heard his name.

"Lao Guo, your vote is now number one.

Zhang Zheng said with a smile.

Guo Muzhi said calmly: "Do you have any good newcomer works?"

He actually looked down on a "businessman" like Zhang Zheng, and he was not very enthusiastic about Zhang Zheng.

President Zhang didn't care, pulled a chair over and asked Guo Muzhi to sit down, and he operated the computer himself to enter the display page of one hundred works.

I soon watched dozens of songs, and I could only hear Guo Muzhi's flat voice in the office.

"There are no words. "

Pile up rhetoric. "

Too bad. "

Scrap. "

No poem has ever entered his eyes.

Zhang Zheng is not surprised, although Guo Muzhi is withdrawn and arrogant, his poetic attainments are indeed very high, and his works are much higher than those seen now.

Finally, Guo Muzhi's gaze paused, stayed for a few seconds, and nodded lightly:

"This one barely passed."

Zhang Zheng looked at it and said with a smile:

"This is the work of the amateur station, written by a girl."

Guo Muzhi looked at the author's name, Xiaochan.

"Yesterday, I chatted with the Minister Chen at the amateur station, and it is said that this Xiaochan is still a college student and looks very beautiful.

Hearing Zhang Zheng's words, Guo Muzhi's eyes moved, but he didn't say anything more and continued to look down.

"By the way, yesterday I heard Zhang Yunkai say that there is a work in the amateur station that is quite good, could it be Xiaochan's song?"

Zhang Zheng said again.

Guo Muzhi sneered: "Zhang Yunkai's level is like this."

Zhang Zheng also smiled: "Yes, Xiaochan's song is really almost meaningful, could it be another song?"

Guo Muzhi was too lazy to say, it would be good to have a barely passing song in the amateur station, what else do you want?

The two continued to look down.

On the ground, Guo Muzhi's gaze froze, his mouth opened slightly, and his expression slowly became sluggish.