After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 375 The furthest distance in the world

Chapter 375 The farthest distance in the world

Troy, the closest city to New York.

In the morning, the bright sunshine poured on a country villa. As the window opened, an old man with white hair looked at the sun and showed a kind smile.

The old man looked about sixty years old. His teeth when he smiled were as white as snow. His blue eyes were noble. The skin on his face was very smooth and there was no trace of aging. Only the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes proved that she had also experienced vicissitudes.

But for some reason, even though the old man was bathed in the sun, he always had a melancholy aura on his body.

"Sunshine! You are so beautiful, as bright as the beauty of our youth. Do you know that I have loved someone, love them to the bones and to the soul."

The old man suddenly sang a poem to the sunshine. This was written by herself and thought of it because of her feelings.

Yes, she is a poet, and a poet who is well-known in America. She is the person Hu Yuekun is thinking about, Serena.

"Didi."

A car slowly stopped at the door of the country villa. With the sound of crisp horns, a middle-aged woman with a somewhat similar face to Serena walked down.

Seeing this woman, Serena's melancholy aura was hidden and transformed into tenderness. This was her daughter.

"Mom, it's time for us to set off."

The daughter waved to her mother.

"Just come, come"

Serena smiled, changed into her outfit, and walked downstairs.

Today, she and her daughter are going to attend the Poetry Festival. Her daughter is also a poet, but her reputation is not as great as Serena. She also has a formal career and usually works in the city to take care of her family.

When my mother came down, my daughter wanted to speak but stopped.

This time she came to pick up her mother because she has been depressed since her father passed away. She was unwilling to let her move to the city to live with her, so she stayed alone in her hometown.

So she thought about taking her mother out to relax. Poetry is the common hobby of the mother and daughter, and it can also make people happy.

However, she got a news yesterday, which made her hesitate until now and has not yet thought about how to tell her mother.

"What's wrong, Lu Mei?"

Serena saw that her daughter seemed to have something to do and asked.

"Mom, I heard from friends from the association that Mr. Hu among the people who visited China."

My daughter Lumei gritted her teeth, but decided to tell her mother the news, and then she decided to decide whether to go.

"Mr. Hu? Which Mr. Hu?"

Serena didn't react for a moment. After seeing her daughter's entangled expression, she knew who it was.

The emotions buried in her heart instantly surged out, causing her body to start trembling.

The poem she just chanted is missing him!

God is so effective, when he thinks of him, he really comes.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Lumei quickly supported her mother and helped her stabilize her body.

"It's okay, it's okay, Lu Mei, help me to the bedroom."

Serena shook her head and signaled that she was fine, but she didn't even have the strength to walk back to the bedroom.

"good"

Lu Mei sighed in her heart. Sure enough, her mother would not go when she heard the news.

In fact, she is quite supportive of her mother and Mr. Hu’s ability to get together. Foreigners are more open-minded and respect their parents’ wishes.

In Lumei's opinion, as long as her mother is happy, she will have no objection, even if her mother goes to China, she agrees.

However, my mother was unwilling to do so, Lumei had to give up her plan to go to the Poetry Festival today.

With the help of her daughter, Serena returned to the bedroom. At this time, she had recovered some strength. She walked to the cabinet, opened the door, and stayed on a silk scarf woven with silk for a long time.

Following the mother's eyes, Lu Mei also saw the silk scarf, as thin as a cicada's wing and as flowing clouds. At first glance, it was a craft from China. Only that country could craft such beautiful objects.

"Mom, why have I never seen you wear this scarf? When did you buy it?"

"It wasn't bought, it was given by him."

Serena took the scarf and stroked the soft silk with her hands. The threads of intertwined were beautiful memories.

She carefully surrounded the scarf on her neck, picked up the mirror and took it carefully, and then spoke.

"Let's go, Lumi, let's go to New York and see him."

"ah"

Lumei was stunned by the sudden change. After reacting, she found that her mother had walked downstairs, so she hurriedly followed her.

It seems that I have misunderstood my mother’s meaning. So, is there a turning point between my mother and Mr. Hu?

With such an idea in mind, Lumei started the car.

The mother and daughter had their own thoughts along the way, and neither of them took the initiative to speak. Only the scarf on Serena's neck jumped like a dancer, like a youthful dance, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were also fluctuating, like a twists and turns.

Although Troy is close to New York, it will take about two hours to drive. At this time, the Poetry Festival has begun.

Chen Tianhong and his group had arrived at the scene, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the event site while communicating (chat) with poets from all over the world.

The venue of the Poetry Festival is not in the American Poetry Association, but has chosen a scenic spot with beautiful scenery. Everyone has free activities and there is no prescribed time to attend. You can come from 8 am to 6 pm. For example, American President Besley plans to arrive at the scene at noon.

As for the exchange of poetry, in addition to the private communication between everyone, if you want to show your poetry, you can also talk on the stage. There are specially built stages, audio and microphones.

During this period, many poets went up to show off. Flazzi, Derrick, Ren Changsong, and even Xiao Liu all went up. Perhaps their poems were not as good as "The Unselected Road", but after careful preparation for a long time and not going to the stage, wouldn't it be in vain?

After the display was finished, they began to urge Chen Tianhong to go up, wanting him to talk about another poem he had prepared.

Chen Tianhong said, don’t worry, go up later, the time has not yet come, everyone thought he was waiting for Besley to arrive, after all, the relationship between these two was unusual, so they didn’t insist.

In fact, Chen Tianhong was waiting for Serena to come, and the poem was specially prepared for them. As for Besley, "The Unselected Road" is enough.

Hu Yuekun was also waiting, and he was even a little anxious when he was waiting. He kept thinking in his mind that she wouldn't come, is it because of me?

"Old Hu, I just asked Mr. Flazzi, and he told me that Ms. Serena would definitely come."

Seeing that Hu Yuekun was paced back and forth, Chen Tianhong asked Fulazi privately again. After receiving the confirmed news, he came over to tell him, so that he could feel at ease.

"Thank you, Tianhong, if you like her poems, I can tell you first."

Hu Yuekun felt a little embarrassed when a junior saw his thoughts, but he still had to say something thankful.

"Okay, Mr. Hu, let's talk about "Starry Sky"?"

Chen Tianhong really likes this poem.

""Starry Sky"! Haha, this poem."

"Yeah, Mr. Hu?"

Just as he was about to listen to the interpretation carefully, Hu Yuekun suddenly stopped talking and looked straight ahead.

The originally turbid eyes suddenly became clear, and even their bent waists straightened up. There was no aging smell on their body, as if they had regained their youth in an instant.

Chen Tianhong looked in the direction he looked, and the first thing that caught his eyes was a silk scarf fluttering in the wind. The owner of the scarf was an old lady with a kind face, elegant temperament, and especially her blue eyes were very beautiful.

But the style and style of the scarf can be seen by a discerning person, and to be honest, the old man has such a slight disharmony.

How could it be so harmonious and beautiful in Hu Yuekun's eyes reminded him of the way he walked on campus together when he was young.

"Hu"

Chen Tianhong had already guessed in his mind. He was about to ask, but was pulled by Ren Changsong who was standing beside him.

"Tianhong, she is Serena, let's stop talking for now."

Ren Changsong said in a low voice.

"Sure enough, President Ren, no wonder Mr. Hu hasn't let go of it for so many years. Ms. Serena must have been very beautiful when she was young."

"That's right. She used to have the title of "Poetry Flower" in the American Poetry Association. Even now, there are not many female poets who can catch up with her in terms of temperament! That's why did she wear a silk scarf with bright colors!"

Ren Changsong also saw the silk scarf and muttered in a low voice.

"Haha, President Ren, don't worry about decoration. I think it looks pretty. Don't laugh at me with white hair and flowers. Time never defeats beauty!"

"Well? Well said, well said! Tianhong, is this your new poem? What are the last two sentences?"

Two lines of poetry written by Chen Tianhong was inspired, and Ren Changsong's eyes lit up after listening to it.

Yes, even if a woman is old and has gray hair, we don’t need to chuck with flowers (scarves) because of her love for beauty, because although time will take away her once beautiful face, the temperament of a beauty is eternal.

"Well, you are talking nonsense, just these two sentences. President Ren, look, Mr. Hu is over."

Chen Tianhong made a mistake and skipped this topic. These two sentences were not the same poem, but were cut from the two poems by netizens in his previous life.

"You boy."

Ren Changsong laughed and scolded.

This is Hongwen! He can always surprise people inadvertently. When you want to continue to inquire, he says there is nothing.

However, Ren Changsong did not ask further, because Hu Yuekun really walked over to Serena. He naturally would not miss such a difficult scene.

Not only him, but other poets around him who knew some of the inside stories also widened their eyes, waiting for this meeting that was decades late.

Unfortunately, the result was destined to disappoint everyone. There were no imagined TV series clips. The two did not hug each other and cried bitterly, nor did they say anything. They just looked at each other for a long time, trying to find the beauty of the past from their old faces.

In the end, all the concerns and thoughts were all replaced by a choking sentence.

"How are you?"

"I'm pretty good, where are you?"

“I’m pretty good too”

Then he continued to look at each other in silence, and used his eyes to communicate with love words from decades.

But this makes the people around me very embarrassed, especially Lu Mei, who is standing beside her mother.

"Mom, this is what you often call Uncle Hu. Hello Uncle Hu, I am Lumei."

Lu Mei greeted her in poor Chinese and continued to use the Chinese name to call her uncle.

"When will I?"

Serena was about to say something to her daughter, but she swallowed it again when she said something.

"Hello, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you have grown up and got married! I remember when I first met you, you were still lying on the baby chair."

Hu Yuekun saw the wedding ring on Lu Mei's finger and said with emotion.

"Are you still alone for so many years?"

Serena asked carefully.

"Um"

This "Yeah", almost made Serena unable to control her feelings, and tears began to roam in her eyes. It was because of herself that she delayed him!

"Haha, I'm pretty good alone. By the way, Lina, I'll introduce you to a young man. He likes the Starry Sky you wrote."

Hu Yuekun smiled freely. He was unwilling to mention this matter, so he turned around and waved to Chen Tianhong, signaling him to come over.

Chen Tianhong, who was regretting not seeing the meeting he wanted, rushed over with a trot and before Hu Yuekun introduced, he spoke on his own initiative.

"Hello, Ms. Serena, my name is Chen Tianhong. You can call me Tianhong or my pseudonym, Hongwen."

Chen Tianhong did not call "old grandma" according to Chinese etiquette, but chose the commonly used title of "Lady".

When he heard the three words "Chen Tianhong", Serena and Lumei still kept smiling.

But after hearing "Hongwen", Lumei covered her mouth directly, stared at her beautiful blue eyes and looked Chen Tianhong up and down, and asked a sentence that had nothing to do with the Poetry Festival.

"Hongwen, when will the second part of "The Ninth District" be filmed? Our family is waiting for that."

"Look beautiful."

Serena said something to her daughter, and then said kind-faced to Chen Tianhongdao.

"So you are that young man! Hello, hello, you are very famous in America recently!"

"Miss Lumei, the script is still being planned. Ms. Serena, I am just an ordinary writer and a little poet."

Chen Tianhong said a few words of modestness as usual.

His words made Ren Changsong, Frazi and others roll their eyes at the same time.

Young people, being overly modest means being proud.

"Hongwen, you can't regard yourself as a little poet now. With that song "The Unselected Road", who still thinks you are a little poet?"

Frazi corrected that he would mention this poem to everyone he had, and it was almost a catchphrase. There was no way, it was too much to suit his taste.

“The road not selected?”

Serena raised her eyebrows, she hadn't heard of them.

"That's right, Tianhong yesterday"

Hu Yuekun explained patiently.

In the explanation, Frazi and Ren Changsong and others began to ask Chen Tianhong about the second poem, which made him a little bit over the head.

“It’s about love.”

Chen Tianhong surrendered with both hands, revealing the type of the second poem.

"love?"

Upon hearing this, everyone showed surprise eyes.

They thought the second poem was about life or friends, and no one expected it to be about love.

Serena and Hu Yuekun also stopped talking.

What a beautiful word love is!