After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 378 I Want to Try Horseback

Chapter 378 I want to try the horseback

"What?"

Chen Tianhong, who was standing in the front row of the stage, thought he had heard the English words wrong. Until he saw the reporter pointing the camera at him, he realized that Besley was really asking him.

Chen Tianhong's mood suddenly became less beautiful. He was listening to all kinds of melons from the American government, and he was listening with relish, but the melon was suddenly thrown to him.

It feels like a squid in the melon field eating melons everywhere, but as he ate it, he ate it on his head!

What does Damn mean? Let’s explain what you promised by Besley!

What do you think of me?

In the name of private, wow, why should private name be said in public?

Your uncle!

Chen Tianhong greeted Besley crazy in his heart. He didn't want to get involved in these messy things.

However, the camera was facing him and he couldn't speak.

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

Before the reporters could ask, they threw the question back, "Mr. President, do you believe it?"

After saying this, Chen Tianhong raised his head and blinked his eyes at Besley. I want to see how you answered.

The reporter's camera turned back to the stage.

Besley still maintained a graceful and calm face.

"My views are the same as Mr. Hongwen, and I believe that, unfortunately, there is no direct evidence to prove their existence at present, so I can only imagine it in science fiction novels. For example, Mr. Hongwen's "Three-Body" can carry the space I imagined."

Seeing Besley looking at the other side on the stage, gradually bringing the topic to him, Chen Tianhong was very angry, but he had no choice but to refute it, and he was still helpless, and he was still helping him promote it.

"Oh, if I had known, I would have said that I would not believe it."

Chen Tianhong sighed.

Little did he know that even if he answered the opposite, Besley could still follow.

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

Moreover, after talking about the topic of "Aliens", Besley stirred up Chen Tianhong's popularity again.

"My friends of journalists, Mr. Hongwen is not just a writer or a poet. You don't know yet. This time he wrote a poem that caused a sensation in the poetry world. Even Mr. Frazi praised it. Mr. Hongwen, do you want to come up and talk to everyone about "The Unselected Road"?"

Besley sent an invitation.

Upon hearing this, Chen Tianhong glanced at Frazi with complicated eyes. He had reason to believe that this matter was definitely driven by Frazi.

Because this president of the American Poetry Society has spared no effort to promote "The Unselected Road" in the past two days.

This is true. Flazigun and Besley have always praised this poem when they were chatting with him.

"Mr. Hongwen, why don't I go up with you?"

Frazi thought Chen Tianhong would not want to go up alone, so he said kindly.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Chen Tianhong refused decisively, just kidding, even if he was not a forced stage like this, he could give up the stuff of cups to others!

Never not!

Next, he raised his head handsomely and stepped onto the stage without any drafts. He directly opened his brain and told the story before and after the creation of this poem.

Half an hour later, the press conference, which was "well-planned" by Besley, came to an end.

He did not continue to stay at the Poetry Festival for a long time. The president's itinerary was very full, but before getting on the bus, he chatted with Chen Tianhong for a few more words.

"Mr. Hongwen, do you want to stay in America for a few more days? There are many attractions in New York, or you can come to Washington. Miss Delis can arrange a guide for you."

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

"No need to bother Mr. President. I will go back to China tonight. Let's talk about it when I come next time."

Chen Tianhong shook his head and rejected Besley's kindness. As for today's press conference, if he didn't leave, there might be many people blocking the hotel tomorrow.

He had already imagined what the title would be that would occupy the headlines of major news media tomorrow.

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

"It's unbelievable that Hongwen, the author of "The Three-Body Problem", personally admitted that he had met the Three-Body Problem."

"The poem that even Flazi felt inferior was actually written by the writer Hongwen."

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

Chen Tianhong also won popularity, popularity is reputation and money. Sales of "Three-Body Problem" and "Sphere Lightning" will hit new highs, and even if he published a collection of poems, many people would buy it.

"OK, then I'll wait for you to come next time. I wish you a good trip in advance. By the way, I'll write science fiction novels later. Don't forget to send me a copy, just the Chinese version."

After saying the blessings, Besley reminded him again.

"Haha, Mr. President, you have to wait for a long time. I have no plans to write science fiction novels recently. I want to complete my studies first and study hard."

Chen Tianhong expressed his follow-up plan.

Since he came to this world, he has been "borrowing books". Now he has fame, money, girlfriend, and has accumulated a lot of connections. This kind of life looks very fulfilling.

But only Chen Tianhong himself knew that he had always had a regret in his heart. He wanted to write a book that everyone recognized, which really required learning, so he planned to study hard in the past two years.

Of course, he doesn't stop writing books at all. After all, there are still many book fans waiting to write a few books in their spare time, but he will not participate in activities like this that require running around.

"Study? You still need it. Oh, I almost forgot that you are still a college student."

Besley was about to say that you didn’t need to study at all, but suddenly I remembered that Chen Tianhong was still in college and completed his studies, so there was no problem!

"That's a pity. I hope you don't let me wait too long, otherwise I might come to China to ask you for updates."

Besley got into the car with regret, and secretary Delis immediately followed. Before she got into the car, she 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. What is the big deal about having an alien?

Delis didn't say anything anymore. She smiled politely, twisted her body into the car, but was muttering in her heart.

"Can he really sees aliens, so he is so sure."

After seeing off Besley and his party, the Poetry Festival returned to normal.

"President Ren, I won't leave with you! I plan to return to China in the evening, and I will go to Longyuan after returning home."

Chen Tianhong told Ren Changsong that he wanted to return to China early. This time he came out to take a week off and had time to visit a class.

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

"Mr. Hongwen, why are you so anxious?"

Before Ren Changsong could speak, Frazi spoke out and said, "He wanted to chat with Chen Tianhong for a few more days, and talk about poetry and songs."

"Mr. Flazzi, Tianhong has something to do when he returns, and he made an appointment with his girlfriend."

Ren Changsong helped explain.

"That's how it's done," Frazi couldn't force himself to stay.

"Mr. Flazzi, then I'll leave first and buy some gifts for my family and friends."

Chen Tianhong directly proposed goodbye, read the poem, and put on the cup. Mr. Hu's affairs seemed to be complete, so there was no need to waste it anymore.

"No, I'll arrange someone to buy it for you. You Huaxia is concerned about bringing specialties when you go back, I understand."

Frazi shook his hand and started to take on a big bag. The association had idle staff, so he didn't have to worry about buying a gift.

Chen Tianhong hesitated for a while, but did not refuse. But when he gave the money, Vlazi disagreed with anything he said, and he borrowed the etiquette of China to speak. You are a guest from afar, so it is appropriate for us to prepare gifts for you.

In this way, Chen Tianhong stayed for two more hours, chatted with Frazi for a while, and then took the American Poetry Association's special car back to the hotel to pack up his things. When he arrived at the airport, the gifts had been checked out.

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

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

"Damn it, the Internet is saying that Longyuan is full of yellow sand and gravel, and the ancient city is declining and is rare in population. What kind of thing is it! I think the sky here is bluer than that in Kyoto!"

Chen Tianhong, who got off the plane, turned on the complaint mode. He did not see the scene described on the Internet. Instead, he saw a city that was not inferior to the mainland, the provincial capital Jincheng.

"I don't know how Lanzhou ramen is like in this world. No, it's Jincheng ramen, otherwise I'll try it first?"

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

"Mr. Chen, should we go directly to the crew, or go to the hotel to have a rest?"

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

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

"Mr. Chen, there is really nothing that is particularly authentic near the airport. You need to go to the old city. However, there is also a relatively authentic beef noodle restaurant where our crew films."

Xing Bengui said truthfully that he had been here with the crew for almost two months and was already familiar with him.

"Then go to the crew!"

It takes authentic food to eat. Chen Tianhong decided to go to the set, but after he got in the car, he suddenly reacted.

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

"Mr. Chen, I only found out that the Jincheng ramen we used to eat was actually made by people from Qinghai. The locals called Jincheng beef noodles. Also, there are not deserts and Gobi everywhere. Just the filming location of our crew, there are grasslands and gardens in the desert park of Liangzhou City."

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

"I have also asked locals here, do you usually ride camels to work? Do you live by the desert? Are sandstorms so powerful? Guess how they answered?"

“How to say it?”

Chen Tianhong became interested, and his ideas were exactly the same as Xing Bengui.

"Haha, they said, since they were young, they have never touched camels yet. They said that sandstorms are not as powerful as those of us outsiders."

"Hahaha!" Chen Tianhong was entertained.

Sure enough, I can’t believe anything on the Internet!

...

It takes nearly 3 hours to drive from Jincheng to Liangzhou City, and then to the Desert Park, it will take another 40 minutes to get there.

When he first set off, Chen Tianhong was chatting with Xing Bengui about interesting things. Later, the two eyelids started fighting. When he woke up, he had already been on the crew for a while.

"Mr. Chen, you are awake! We just arrived 20 minutes ago and saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you. The directors were filming. Why don't I go with you to see it?"

"Okay, take me there."

Chen Tianhong rubbed his eyes and spoke with a nasal voice. He was exhausted throughout the journey and had never been on a plane or car for such a long time.

However, after getting off the bus, he suddenly remembered something. He slept all the way and forgot to buy everyone a gift for visiting the set. Although he had brought it back from America, those were not enough!

Xing Bengui saw Chen Tianhong's thoughts.

"Mr. Chen, now the crew provides drinks, watermelons and snacks every day, so you don't have to prepare anything deliberately."

"Oh? It seems that Lao Guo did a good job after being promoted to deputy general manager. Since that's the case, I'll treat everyone to dinner that night."

Chen Tianhong praised former producer Guo Yongwen, but he still needs to express what he should say. No matter how much he said the movies he is shooting now were also invested in.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen!"

Under the leadership of Xing Bengui, Chen Tianhong came to the set and was filming a circus, where Li Wenxiu rode a white horse in the desert.

The director chose the scene very well. At dusk and sunset, a mottled ancient city can be seen faintly in the flying yellow sand, just like a maze left by time, playing an ancient Gaochang song in the withering and desolate silence.

Suddenly, a horse screamed and a pleasant bell rang. A woman riding a thin white horse and wearing a red dress appeared before everyone's eyes.

The white horse was still paced slowly at the beginning, gradually turning into a trot until it was completely rushing on the yellow sand. At this time, the woman on the horse's back had turned into a red butterfly spreading her wings and was about to fly, interpreting a dazzling painting of a hero

Because of the distance, she can't see her appearance clearly for the time being, but her peerless temperament cannot be covered by the desolation of the desert.

"Damn, when will Yifei ride a horse?"

Chen Tianhong, who was admiring, suddenly said the national treasure. It turned out that as the distance moved in, 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 did not support her being able to control the horse to run, but the picture just now broke his cognition.

"Mr. Chen, Miss Liu is very hard-working in filming. She has been learning equestrians with the coach for the past two months."

Xing Bengui, who was standing beside him, explained.

Chen Tianhong didn't echo, he was amazed.

Liu Yifei was just right to revolve, and the white horse stopped neighing and stopped at the camera.

Because of Mercedes-Benz, a few strands of long hair broke free from the constraints and were fluttering in the wind.

However, Liu Yifei took out the wine pot from the aristol regardless of the matter, and held the wine bowl in her other hand, and drank it himself in front of the camera. This scene seemed like a real hero walking out of the book.

In an instant, Chen Tianhong's eyes widened, and his throat moved a few times, not knowing whether it was thirsty or something.

"Card, passed, beautiful, so beautiful!"

The director shouted loudly, not stingy with his praise.

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

No matter how many people watched it on the set, they threw themselves into Chen Tianhong's arms.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Looking into his ears, the two of them said to each other at the same time.

Liu Yifei felt sorry for Chen Tianhong's hard work along the way, and Chen Tianhong felt sorry for Liu Yifei riding a horse and filming.

But soon, the conversation between the two changed.

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

"Who said I didn't slap him in the face?"

"Hehe, then otherwise I won't change my costume tonight?"