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

"You want me to be your gunman?" Lin

Zhou couldn't help but laugh when he saw the words sent by the fish-man singer, and replied.

This is a coincidence, the reproduction progress of "Tang and Song Poetry Collection" has just reached 100%, and the amateur station held a poetry competition.

Moreover, according to the promotional page on the homepage of the amateur station, this "Chinese Poetry Contest" is jointly organized by the Kyoto Writers Association, the Chinese Poetry Association, the Chinese Poetry Network, the Chinese Novel Network and other highly qualified units.

This scale should be not small.

The Tang and Song poems in my head just happened to be usable, and anyway, I didn't think about how to play these classic poems on the earth now, so I just wanted to try it.

"Yes, yes, my mother requires me to be in the top 50, otherwise she won't let me be the video host, isn't this my life?

Lin Zhou replied helplessly: "If you enter the top 50 in the country, the finals are live, what if you want to compose poems on the spot?"

After a while, the fishman singer replied depressedly: "Gan! I didn't expect this stubble! You're right, we just clarified the rumors of plagiarism, if you turn your head and go to plagiarism, isn't that a slap in the face? This time I'll rely on myself!"

Lin Zhou smiled, "Come on!"

"Hmm!!That's right..."The

fishman singer suddenly asked, "Do you participate?"

Lin Zhou said, "I'm going to try."

"Wow, you really know how to write poetry, then you have to work hard, why don't you get into the top 50 and win glory for our music area!"

"I'll do my best." After

ending the conversation with the fish-man singer, Lin Zhou went to the homepage of the amateur station to look at the rules of the poetry contest.

The preliminary competition is submitted to the organizer's mailbox, and the judges will select 100 works, and then put them on Weibo, and netizens will vote.

The top 50 votes advance to the finals.

The finals will be broadcast live, and some popular artists will be invited as guests.

As soon as this competition came out, it immediately made the ancient style area of the amateur station lively.

The ancient style area concentrates a group of people who like traditional Chinese culture, such as Hanfu, ancient songs, ancient poems, and so on.

It's just that the ancient style is still relatively niche, and the traffic is not high on weekdays.

People in the ancient style area often sigh, when will our traditional culture regain its glory?

And this "Chinese Poetry Contest" is undoubtedly an opportunity for everyone to correct the name of Chinese traditional culture.

It is also a stage for niche video masters to appear

! If you can stand out, enter the top 50 in the country, and make an appearance in the finals, it will be a glorious ancestor!

Not long after the publicity of the poetry contest came out, some video owners in the ancient style area posted their entries, saying that they had already submitted their works.

The video owner named Xiaochan is a girl in her twenties, a college student in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature, and she likes to post some videos of wearing Hanfu and writing ancient poems with a brush on weekdays.

Because of her good looks and classical temperament, Xiaochan has a lot of fans.

She has just sent out a video showing her work in a poetry contest.

It immediately attracted the support of many fans, and was soon recommended to the homepage, and Lin Zhou also happened to see it.

"It's really fast.

Lin Zhou watched it, not only Xiaochan, but also many well-known video masters in the ancient wind area participated.

These people's works are all closely related to the theme, highlighting a "love talk", all of which revolve around love.

Lin Zhou frowned slightly, there were too many good poems in his head, but he was not in a hurry.

It's just that he vaguely feels that the scope of "love" is actually quite wide, and it must only be "love".

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and it was her mother Zhang Ling calling.

"Mom.

Lin Zhou answered the phone, a gentle and kind face appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Xiaozhou, is the work going well?" asked the

mother softly.

Lin Zhou had told his family that he had found a job in Linjiang with food and housing, but he didn't say exactly what he did.

The family also knew about the divorce, but the mother, who had always been gentle, didn't say much, just asked Lin Zhou to pay attention to his body, and if he wanted to relax, he could go back to his hometown to live for a while.

However, Lin Zhou quickly found the job of a male assistant and did not return to his hometown.

Going back can only make my mother worry more.

"Mom, it's going well, the boss is good, and the relationship with colleagues is also very good.

Lin Zhou replied with a smile.

"That's good, the weather forecast says that Linjiang will cool down in the past two days, you have to pay attention to wearing more clothes, eat more, last time I watched you lose weight in the video, I fried your favorite cold rabbit, and tomorrow I will go to the vegetable market to seal it and send it to you..."

Probably every wanderer who leaves home will have this feeling when he hears his mother's familiar nagging

, right? Mother chattered for a while, Lin Zhou listened quietly, smiling, and finally before hanging up, his mother suddenly said:

"Xiaozhou, you are still young and have no children, don't worry, sooner or later you will meet the right person." This

is because he is worried that the divorce will hit him too hard, and it is difficult to say it clearly, so he can only comfort him in this way.

Lin Zhou smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll find you a better daughter-in-law in the future!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry." Mother replied with a smile.

"Mom, is your cervical spine better?" Lin Zhou suddenly asked.

When my mother was young, she often worked at her desk, and her cervical spine was not very good.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, you go to work!" Hanging

up the phone with his mother, Lin Zhou was a little stunned for a while.

Linjiang and her hometown Gongcheng are more than 2,000 kilometers away, and it is only half a day's flight away, but how long has it been since she has been home?

Are you okay?"

A cold voice came from behind him, and Lin Zhou turned around, only to see that Su Qingmei had changed back into civilian clothes, her eyes were as bright as water, and she seemed to be a little concerned.

Lin Zhou wiped the corners of his eyes and said with a smile: "It's okay, that, are you done practicing?"

Su Qingmei looked at him and didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Sister Hong has finished talking to Director Chen, and Xiao Yun will send us home."

After speaking, he seemed to feel that the sentence "let's go home" was so ambiguous, bit his lip, simply stopped talking, and turned around and walked to the elevator.

Lin Zhou followed behind her, and as she walked, a poem writing "love" could not stop appearing in her mind.

However, this poem is not about "love", but about family affection!