After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 373 Banquet

New York, 7:10 in the evening.

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

In an instant, a delicate and aura face looked like an exquisite dynamic wallpaper, covering the entire mobile phone screen, and it was a tone-like manner.

"Tianhong, have you rested?"

"I've had a rest. I went to bed from morning to noon, after lunch, and then slept until afternoon. Now I'm ready to go, so I'm waiting for a dinner for a while."

"Little pig, I can really sleep."

Liu Yifei coquettishly called out the nickname that is often used in couples.

"Isn't this a good night's sleep by plane? I'm just chatting with them. Did you start work so early?"

Chen Tianhong explained, and then he saw Liu Yifei wearing delicate light makeup on her face, her long black hair was gathered on her head, making it into a delicate and towering bun. She was wearing a green jade hairpin on her bun, which looked like a green bamboo with leaves. The green leaves swayed like tassels.

The remaining long hair was neatly combed to the back of the head and tied into a ponytail. A red ribbon was tied to the ponytail. This was the style that ancient heroes often tied their hair, which was grand and beautiful.

In modern society, girls who are still dressed up like this are either taking photos or she is filming. It is obvious that Liu Yifei belongs to the latter.

"Yes! It started at six o'clock. The director said there was a scene suitable for shooting in the morning, but I would have to wait for my scene. Hehe, Tianhong, do you think I look like Li Wenxiu in the book?"

As she was talking, Liu Yifei mischievously stuck out her tongue. She placed her phone and took a few steps back so that Chen Tianhong could see her whole body.

She wore an ancient red dress, bright red, paired with a stunning face and a chivalrous hairstyle, and her temperament changed until she changed, reducing Wang Yuyan's weakness and Mulan's heroic spirit.

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 beauty in her red dress!

During the display, Liu Yifei turned around and her skirt was undulating. Chen Tianhong swallowed several saliva.

"Tianhong, does it look like it?"

Seeing that her boyfriend hadn't spoken for a long time, Liu Yifei stopped spinning around and became coquettish.

"Li Wenxiu, like, is simply the Li Wenxiu I dreamed of, but it's a pity that I lacked a white horse."

"There is a white horse! I'll take a photo for you later."

"No, I'll visit your place when I return to China. The scene will be more interesting!"

"Well. Tianhong, it should be evening there. Is the night view in New York beautiful? How about it compared to London?"

"Each one has its own merits, I'll show you."

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 out the window, and let Liu Yifei enjoy it.

Compared with London, New York's buildings are more modern. Chen Tianhong lives in the hotel in the Empire State Building. The floors are very high. Looking up, the night sky above you look clear and bright. The shining stars seem to be able to touch it with your hand. You can see half of the Manhattan area when you look down.

Manhattan is the most densely populated district in New York and the central business district. It can be called the economic and cultural center of the United Nations. The United Nations headquarters and cultural and educational organizations are located here, and there is no need to say much about its prosperity.

The overall feeling of 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 coldness.

The person with such a state of mind is Hu Yuekun, who is in another room. He looks at the prosperity outside the window as if nothing is visible, his eyes are always looking at the phone, and his hands cannot press the dial button for a long time.

After many years, although his love has not faded at all, he doesn't know how to speak.

After a long and repeated struggle, Hu Yuekun put his phone aside, opened his 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. The suit is always a classic for men, blue. It is her favorite color and looks young.

"Selina, how are you okay if you haven't seen you for many years? Will you come to today's dinner?"

At 7:30, Chen Tianhong ended the video with Liu Yifei, and he also started to change his clothes. The current season is midsummer, and the weather is not particularly hot at night. You can still feel the cool breeze of summer when you go out.

So Chen Tianhong chose a long-sleeved shirt with a round neck, which is conducive to modifying the lines of the neck. The color of the shirt is classic black, so that it will not look very young and feel mature.

But he didn't want to look very old-fashioned, so he paired khaki jeans on his lower body, which made him look fashionable

Before leaving, he brought a watch. This was bought by Liu Yifei for one-third of the pay. The shape was very exquisite and elegant on his 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 did you knock on the door of your room? No one responded."

"President, I just arrived, I can't always let you wait for me! Hehe."

"You boy"

Ren Changsong laughed and scolded.

"Let's go all in, let's go!"

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

Chen Tianhong hurriedly spoke out to remind him.

"Oh, it's true, Xiao Liu, go to Mr. Hu's room to take a look."

Ren Changsong glanced at the crowd and did not see Hu Yuekun, so he arranged for a middle-aged poet to shout that the staff who accompanied the dinner could not go.

As for why not letting the younger Chen Tianhong go, it is very simple. He doesn't want the juniors he likes to run errands.

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

In fact, Ren Changsong and the others cannot blame him. Everyone knows that he doesn’t like to talk and doesn’t like others to disturb him. Even if he arrives, he is still silently depressed alone on the edge. Besides, the old man has always been very punctual, so he forgot about it for a while.

"It took some time to change clothes."

Hu Yuekun explained the reason for the lateness.

"Change clothes, Mr. Hu, you are wearing very young clothes!"

Ren Changsong was a little surprised when he heard Hu Yuekun's arrival. When he saw the light blue suit on his body, he realized and said a compliment that was not considered praise.

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

Because they were going to attend the dinner, their clothes were formal, and the formal clothes seemed old-fashioned. Even a few middle-aged people in their thirties were dressed up in an old-fashioned manner.

In contrast, Hu Yuekun and Chen Tianhong look more energetic in their clothes, but now it is too late to change the time to go upstairs, and the car to pick them up at the door has arrived.

So everyone had to say in their hearts that at the Poetry Festival tomorrow, you must change your clothes and look young.

The dinner was located in a high-end hotel near the Poetry Association that specializes in hosting the banquet. When Chen Tianhong and his group arrived, many poets from all over the country who received the invitation had already arrived.

There are hundreds of poets who came to attend the banquet this time, plus the American Poetry Association'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, food and tableware, and there were even music performances in the hall.

Of course, there is still a gap with the formal state banquet. There is no pre-dinner ceremony. In addition to the fixed meal for each table, other side dishes, wine and beverages are all in the form of a buffet, and guests can choose from it.

It also fully considers the tastes of poets from various countries, and has local dishes, but only protects some big countries, such as some small and medium-sized countries, so they can only be treated as the guests.

After Chen Tianhong and his team showed the invitation letter, they led by the staff to a table specially arranged for Chinese poets. Because there were many people coming, they did not have to share the table with others.

After taking the seat, the main meal was served quickly. Without anyone to greet him, Chen Tianhong cut a large piece of turkey, which is a must-have dish at the American banquet and a special dish.

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

Others are in similar condition to Chen Tianhong, while Ren Changsong's energy is mainly focused on communicating with people coming to say hello.

Interestingly, every time someone comes to say hello, he always introduces Chen Tianhong. This is not only helping Chen Tianhong expand his connections, but also a sense of pride in it.

The only person who was different from them was Hu Yuekun. He didn't care much about the food, the wonderful music, and the friends who came to greet him. Since he walked into the hall, he was looking for the strange and familiar figure, but unfortunately he didn't find it.

Finally, he poured a glass of red wine, shook it slightly for a few times, and did not sip it, just like a young man drinking beer, and he drank it all in one go.

The red wine is sour and astringent. Although it has the smell of fruity and floral fragrance, Hu Yuekun only feels sour and astringent.

She really didn't come.

Is she not wanting to see herself or something is delayed? Will she come to tomorrow's Poetry Festival?

As the bitter wine enters the stomach and the alcohol is over, Hu Yuekun's thoughts begin to be confused, and when the person falls into the eyes of everyone, he becomes more melancholy.

It was not until a hearty laughter came that he raised his low head and looked at the source of the sound.

It turned out that several people from the American Poetry Association came to say hello. Their focus was on the young man who had a great chat with him on the plane, which made him feel curious.

"Haha, Mr. Hongwen, I haven't seen you for a long time! I remember the last time I met you. You were still a high school student. I didn't even know you. It's only two years passed. Most Americans know your name. In your Chinese words, you should call me a man for three days, so you should treat him with admiration!"

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

Chen Tianhong has a great reputation in the United States and has already caught up with the top local writers.

"Haha, Mr. Derrick is serious. I am just a student. I used to be a high school student, but now I am a college student."

Chen Tianhong said a few words with politeness, "The fine traditions of Chinese people are modest."

"Haha, we are not students. Mr. Hongwen, I will introduce you to you. This is the president of our Poetry Association, Frazi. He likes the poems you write very much."

Derrick introduced an old man with a fluffy beard. His introduction aroused Ren Changsong's "dissatisfaction", which was his job.

Soon Ren Changsong didn't care about being "little" and he was shocked by Frazi's words.

"Hello, Mr. Hongwen, thank you very much for attending the Poetry Festival so that I can give Mr. President an explanation."

"Hello, hello, Mr. Flazi, I don't really understand what you mean."

Chen Tianhong stretched out his hand and shook Frachi for a moment, and asked curiously.

What does it have to do with Besley when you come to the poetry meeting yourself?

"A month ago, when Mr. President came to the Writers Association, I invited him to participate in the Poetry Festival. The President asked me, would Mr. Hongwen come? He said that if you want to come, he will adjust the itinerary."

The voice of Frazi said was a bit loud, and the goal of their group was already very large, so many poets gathered around.

After hearing this, everyone looked at Chen Tianhong with complicated eyes. They had learned the news that the President of the American people would come to the scene at tomorrow's Poetry Festival.

Everyone thought it was their face, but they didn’t expect that they came here specifically for Hongwen!

That Mr. President likes Hongwen so much. Isn’t it just two science fiction novels? Isn’t poetry more meaningful?

There must be philosophy, romance and romance, and depth!

Just when everyone felt sore, Frazi's words immediately followed made them feel more resentful in addition to being sore.

"Before leaving, the President specially recommended me to read your newly written "Glob Lightning", saying that the poems in it are very well written! Haha, I read it, it is indeed very good, but unfortunately it is not the full version, so I specifically asked Derrick to ask you, you said you haven't thought about it yet, I wonder if you have thought about it now?"

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

"What is "Globular Lightning"? Is this young man's collection of poems?"

"It is said that it was a prequel to "The Three-Body Problem" that won the last year's Golden Plumer Award. It has been very popular recently, but I haven't read it and don't like to read science fiction novels."

"How can there be poetry in science fiction novels?"

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

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

"If you don't talk about these two songs, who do you know which song Frazi is talking about? I have read a few chapters of "Sphere Lightning" and I haven't seen any poems!"

Most of the people who whispered were foreign poets. In fact, Chen Tianhong was recognized in the circle abroad.

In contrast, Ren Changsong and the others knew more, and they knew more or less "Sphere Lightning" and also knew the poem Frazi said.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Hu Yuekun, who has never watched "The Three-Body Problem", let alone "Sphere Lightning", so his state at this time was as curious as those foreign poets.

Under the curiosity of everyone, Chen Tianhong finally spoke.

"Mr. Flazzi, you are talking about "The Unselected Road". I have already thought about it and want to say it at the Poetry Festival. Are you sure you want to listen now?"

"certainly!"

"Listen, listen now."

The first sentence comes from Frazi, and the next sentence comes from the voices of everyone.

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

[Two paths are divided into the yellow woods, but unfortunately I can't get involved at the same time!]

[I stood at that intersection for a long time, and I looked towards a road until it disappeared deep in the jungle.]

(End of this chapter)