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

In the office of the president of the Poetry Association, there was suddenly no scolding just now, and he was arrogant and became quiet.

"The thread in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late... Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Guo Muzhi muttered, his voice trembling slightly.

Zhang Zheng also lost the sleek and worldly hypocritical smile on his face, his expression was slightly stunned, his eyes were moist, and he seemed to remember something sad.

Don't look at Chairman Zhang's always smiling, in fact, his childhood was quite bumpy, his parents divorced when he was a child, and he was raised by his mother.

It can be said that the mother and son are dependent on each other, and Zhang Zheng, who has seen the warmth and coldness of human feelings since childhood, learned the way to deal with things very early.

This is also the reason why he can't write poetry, but he can become the president of the Poetry Association, he is good at dancing with long sleeves, and he is exquisite, and his childhood experience is inseparable from his mother's teachings.

However, her mother was tired from working all year round in order to raise him, and she fell ill and died just a few months ago.

This is the deepest pain in Zhang Zheng's heart.

It's just that a person with a character like him never reveals his emotions to people on weekdays.

However, I didn't expect to be scarred by a poem at this moment.

"Whoever says an inch is careless, he will be rewarded with Sanchunhui..."

Thinking of his mother's voice and appearance, President Zhang couldn't hold back any longer, and tears flowed down his eyes.

He quickly got up and pulled two tissues, barely squeezing out a smile:

"My eyes haven't been very comfortable for the past two days, haha." Immediately

, his voice paused, because he found that the arrogant Guo Muzhi was actually wiping his eyes at this moment.

Could it be that even he cried

?" "Lao Guo, are you okay?"

asked Zhang Zheng.

Guo Muzhi put down his hand and shook his head: "It's okay."

Zhang Zheng wiped away his tears and stabilized his mood, then sat back and asked Guo Muzhi:

"Old Guo, how is this poem?"

Guo Muzhi suddenly slapped on the table, startling Zhang Zheng, but he heard Guo Muzhi say excitedly:

"A masterpiece, an absolute heirloom!"

Zhang Zheng was stunned, he wanted to say no, but thinking about the crying and sobbing appearance just now, he closed his mouth again.

Such a poem seems to be really worthy of the words "heirloom work".

However, he hesitated a little: "Lao Guo, the theme of the competition is 'love', this poem doesn't seem to be relevant

?" Guo Muzhi sneered, looking at Zhang Zheng's eyes as if he was looking at a fool:

"Family affection is not love?"

Guo Muzhi stared at this poem "The Wanderer's Yin" several times, and shook his head and read it again, smacking his mouth, as if he was tasting some peerless delicacy, and said inexhaustibly: "

This poem has no gorgeous rhetoric, no pretended profound artistic conception, but in just a few sentences, it shows selfless maternal love to the fullest!"

"The ancients said" But I think that a mother's love for her children is reflected in every piece of clothing, every needle and thread, and every reluctant look, which is mother's

love!""Delicate, gentle, selfless, reluctant to let the child go away, but for the future of the child, just silently prepare clothes for him, send him out of the house, look at it from afar, affectionately hope, this is maternal love!

" "It's so well written!".

The more Guo Muzhi spoke, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but shoot the case

: "This is love, this is the real good poetry!" Zhang

Zheng looked at him stunned, and nodded for a long time before he said: "Old Guo, you are right."

He knew that Guo Muzhi's family situation was much better than his own, his parents were loving, and his family was complete.

It's just that Guo Muzhi was rebellious since he was a child, didn't listen to his parents, and didn't choose the architectural design that his parents expected in college, but chose the major of ancient Chinese.

For this reason, my father did not speak to him for two whole years.

Fortunately, his mother understood him and supported him all the time, which made Guo Muzhi firm in his pursuit and finally became a famous poet.

Guo Muzhi's gratitude and admiration for his mother are naturally very strong.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng was not surprised that he admired this poem about maternal love so much.

But this guy is better than me, and he didn't cry.

At this time, Guo Muzhi suddenly wanted to go outside, and Zhang Zheng asked, "Old Guo, where are you going?"

and "Go to the bathroom." Guo Muzhi said a word and hurriedly went out.

Walking out of the office, quickly entering the bathroom not far away, and hiding in a cubicle, Guo Muzhi's tears finally burst out of his eyes.

He took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe away his tears, then took out his mobile phone and called his mother:

"Mom

, how are you doing?" "I'm fine, I just want to ask how you and Dad are doing." "

Well, I know, Mom, don't worry, I'll go home on the eleventh holiday, I want to eat the elbow you made!"

After hanging up the phone, Guo Muzhi wiped his eyes again to confirm that there was no trace of crying, and then returned to the office with a calm expression.

Sitting in front of the computer, I continued to enjoy the song "The Wanderer's Yin", read it twice, and sighed: "I

didn't expect that there are still masters of this level in the poetry world!

Zhang Zheng reminded beside him: "Lao Guo, this author is not in the poetry world. "

What?"

Guo Mu was stunned, and then noticed the author's name: Xue Zhou.

Sure enough, I haven't heard of it.

"Is it from the Writers' Association?" asked

Guo Muzhi.

"It's not.

Zhang Zheng shook his head.

Guo Muzhi was a little surprised, and a little depressed: "It won't be from the novel network, right?

Guo

Muzhi opened his mouth wide, his face full of shock.

It took a long time to react, pointing at Zhang Zheng: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

He was very depressed, just now he said that amateurs can't stand, but he didn't expect to come to the first "heirloom" all of a sudden, and this evaluation was still said by himself.

Isn't this slapping his own face?

This Zhang Zheng is absolutely deliberate! Zhang Zheng

looked innocent: "You didn't ask."

Guo Muzhi stopped speaking with a calm face, but he was still reluctant to row away, and continued to enjoy this "Wanderer's Yin".

Zhang Zhengze used his mobile phone to enter the voting interface, and then exclaimed:

"Lao Guo, the number of votes for this poem is rising so fast!"

Guo Muzhi leaned over to take a look, only to see that the number of votes under this song "The Wanderer's Yin" has become very fast, and the ranking has also risen rapidly from the initial more than 30.

There are also a lot of discussions about this poem in the comment area of the official blog of the poetry contest:

"I highly recommend the wanderer, cry if you haven't

cried yet!" "I miss my mother

, woo woo!" "Who said that love is only love, isn't family affection more selfless and precious?

!" "Mom, I cried the first time I read the poem, awesome

!" "Who hasn't seen "The Wanderer's Yin" hurry up! No. 94!"

"I'll be sad if someone doesn't vote for "The Wanderer's Song"!"

The comment area of the entire poetry contest has almost become a special session for the poem "The Wanderer's Song", and the other ninety-nine poems seem to have become foils.

"Who the hell is this Xue Zhou?" Guo

Muzhi gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

......

Kyoto Normal University.

Girls' dormitory.

"Eh, have you heard? Su Qingmei and Shen Yao seem to have quarreled when they recorded the last issue of

"I Am a Singer"!"How is it possible! How can someone who doesn't want to talk more about my

Qingmei quarrel?" "Shen Yao seems to be quite gentle, it should be a rumor, right?"

"I heard that the fifth phase of the fill-in singer is Chen Jiaying! Su Qingmei has an opponent this time!".

Several girls were chattering about gossip in the entertainment industry, and at this time, a girl wearing Hanfu and a classical temperament pushed the door in.

"Xiaochan is back, where did you go to shoot the video today?"

the roommates greeted the girls in costume one after another.

Fang Xiaochan put down the selfie stick of her mobile phone, smiled at her roommates and said, "I went to Lover's Lake to take a picture and canvassed for my poetry, hey, what about Lin Xiaoshuang?"

There are six people in Fang Xiaochan's bedroom, and everyone has a good relationship.

This girls' dormitory is also well-known in the school, and is known as the "one-room, two-school flower".

It means that there are two school-flower-level girls in this dormitory, one is Fang Xiaochan and the other is Lin Xiaoshuang.

The relationship between the two girls is very good, but their personalities are different, Fang Xiaochan is more outgoing and likes to shoot videos and post them on the Internet, while Lin Xiaoshuang is much quieter and studies with books all day long.

"Xiaoshuang, where else can a student like her go? Library!" Hearing

Fang Xiaochan's words, someone said, and then said:

"Oh yes, today is the online voting for the poetry contest, everyone hurry up and vote for Xiaochan!" The roommates took their mobile phones on Weibo, found the official blog of the poetry contest, and

went in to vote for Fang Xiaochan.

Fang Xiaochan is the video host of the ancient style area of the amateur station, and her online name is Xiaochan.

She mainly posts some costume videos, and occasionally plays the piano and composes poems, because she herself is a student of ancient Chinese poetry at Kyoto Chinese University, so the level of poetry she writes is not low and quite popular.

Of course, this welcome is not for her poetry and piano skills, but mainly for her appearance and figure.

Although Fang Xiaochan is beautiful, she is more confident in her level of ancient Chinese.

It's just that there are some LSPs in the amateur station, and there is no place for her to play at the level.

This poetry contest finally gave her a chance to prove herself.

Sure enough, her work was selected as one of the top 100 in the country, which is already a high honor for a sophomore.

Especially in the amateur station, so many video main contributors participated in the competition, and in the end, only Fang Xiaochan and another person advanced.

This is even more rare.

Fang Xiaochan noticed that the person who advanced with her was called Xue Zhou, and she was the video master who wrote "It's a pity not you" to the little diva Su Qingmei before.

She was a little surprised, and a little curious, the video host of a music area can actually write high-level poems?

So last night Fang Xiaochan sent a private message to Xuezhou, but the other party did not reply.

Today is the day of the opening of online voting, Fang Xiaochan went to the school's Lover's Lake to shoot a video in order to canvass for votes, and planned to post it on the amateur station later, so that her fans would vote for her.

At this time, she also took her mobile phone into Weibo, found the official blog of the poetry contest, entered the voting interface, and quickly found her work.

The number of votes was not bad, and more than 10,000 votes had already been cast just over two hours after the vote began.

Look at the ranking, it's forty-three.

Well, it's almost as expected, not bad!

Fang Xiaochan was quite satisfied, thinking of the Xue Zhou who ignored people, she was curious, and her fingers swiped the screen, wanting to see Xue Zhou's works.

At this time, one of the roommates suddenly choked up and wiped away tears.