First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 14 True and False Poet, the civet cat for the prince (seeking collection)

  "A masked poet, please..."

   "Happy life!"

  Li An and Zhang Jingya have been waiting quietly and looking forward to them.

  The name Qi Fang pronounced in his mouth is not Li An’s pen name.

  Li An and Zhang Jingya are both stunned. In the same place.

   "It may be that Qi Fang pronounced the wrong name, but this masked poet is you. Let's get ready to take the stage." Zhang Jingya said.

  But Zhang Jingya's voice just fell off.

  Li An and Zhang Jingya, but they saw a guy who was dressed the same as Li Ang, with a black mask on his face and a black coat, was walking onto the stage from the other side of the stage!

on the stage.

  Qi Fang smiled like a flower: "Welcome, masked poet."

   There was thunderous applause.

  The audience doesn’t know, they only think that the person on stage is the masked poet advertised in the advertisement.

  Everyone looked at the fake masked poet with various eyes.

  Have expectations, what kind of poems he will recite.

  I was joking, thinking that if the quality of the poetry is not good, I will refund the ticket directly.

  There are also provocations, this group of people is ready to refund the ticket, anyway, it is not good!

  Under Qi Fang’s greetings, amid thunderous applause, the fake masked poet’s eyes were filled with joy: "I am also honored to participate in this competition as a masked poet."

  The voice of the masked poet is very immature.

   sounds like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, rather than a weather-beaten middle-aged uncle or grandfather.

  The audience at the venue and in front of the TV, one by one looked at the stage or the TV with surprise eyes.

   "It sounds like a young child."

   "A teenager, recite a poem that makes our scalp numb? The show crew is not kidding, right."

   "Who knows, maybe it's another genius like Su Yuqi."

  "There are geniuses in every century, and there are so many in this century."

   "Haha, Xiongtai talks a lot. Anyway, we can watch the show at ease. If the recitation is not good, we will refund the ticket."

   "I have prepared and planned to refund the ticket."

  The audience in the audience was talking and whispering, and some even made a lot of noise.

  On the stage, Qi Fang asked the masked poet with an immature voice: "It feels very immature to hear your voice. You shouldn't be big, right? It doesn't matter if I call you a little brother, right?"

"it does not matter."

   "Okay, little brother, I heard that you joined our screenwriting team before and shocked the whole screenwriting team with a poem. Is this true?"

  The fake masked poet is not at all polite: “I don’t know if it’s true, but the way they look at me has all changed anyway.”

  Qi Fang put on a stunning expression: "Wow, it's really a heroic youth. Are you ready for that poem, little brother, because you will be chanting this poem on our stage next."

   "It's ready, ready to start."

  Qi Fang looked at the many spectators off the scene and the crowd in front of the TV.

  She deliberately took two deep breaths of air.

  The inhalation and exhalation sounds can be heard clearly in the entire venue under the amplification of the microphone.

  All the audience also fluctuated with the breathing, and their expectations were getting higher and higher.

   "Dear audience friends, our masked poet will recite his poem soon."

  "Whether we can really make our scalp numb after listening to it, as the radio advertisement said."

   "Next, let's wait and see."

  Qi Fang said in an atmospheric and calm voice.

  After finishing speaking, Qi Fang looked at the masked poet: "Little brother, then my sister will give you the stage, and you can recite your poem, okay?"

  The masked poet nodded: "Okay, the poem I want to recite is called "Jinse"."

   Qi Fang stepped back a few steps, all the lights on the stage were dimmed, and only a beam of light shone on a black masked poet.

  Just listen to the masked poet slowly chanting:

   "Jinse endless fifty strings, one string and one column to think about Huanian"

  "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo"

  "The moon pearl in the sea has tears, and the jade in Lantian is warm in the sun and smoke"

  "Can this love become a remembrance? It's just that I was already at a loss at the time"

  The poem falls.

  The whole venue was silent.

  Can only hear heavy breathing after another.

  Can only see the solemn expression on everyone's face.

  Many audiences on the venue and in front of the TV, at this moment, they really feel what is shocked.

  70% of people have a numb scalp and a layer of goose bumps on their body.

  The remaining 30% of the people are also shaking slightly, just like the release of pleasure after experiencing strenuous exercise.

  They don’t know how to evaluate this poem anymore.

  Because.

  They can’t comment!

  All the discussions have stopped!

   Looking forward to? This poem has completely reached their expectations, and even surpassed it.

   joking? I'm sorry, this poem is so high that it makes people unable to make fun of it, so high that they can only look up.

  Prickly? Not to mention, all the audience suddenly discovered that they were not qualified to challenge.

  If you really want to be prickly, you can only say that such a powerful poem comes out of a teenager, which is a bit unimaginable.

  On the middle row of seats in the venue.

  A woman holding her six-year-old daughter in her arms with light makeup, firmly grasped the hand of her husband next to her.

   "Husband, I feel all the cells in my body stand up."

   "Me too, although I don't know what this poem means, but after listening to it, I feel goose bumps all over my body."

  The two of them shook hands together.

  At this moment, they don’t have the slightest regret about buying tickets.

  They were very fortunate, fortunate to have won the ticket for the middle seat, and fortunate to be able to hear this scalp-numbing poem for the first time on site.

  ...

  Behind the program group.

  Ang Li's expression underneath his black mask was extremely gloomy.

   "What kind of situation is this?" Li Ang said, even the mood that has always been calm and calm has a slight anger.

   Standing by Zhang Jingya's eyebrows frowning, she immediately called out the director of a show, a middle-aged man with a literary and artistic atmosphere.

   "Director Liu, please tell me what's going on."

  The director of Banshuhu had an awkward expression: "Sister Zhang, this is what Director Tian meant."

   "Tian Zhe!? How could he have to worry about program planning this time!" Zhang Jingya's eyes showed a bit of irritation.

  Zhang Jingya took out her mobile phone and quickly pressed the number to call the leader Tian Zhe: "Director Tian, ​​what does this masked poet mean."

   "What's wrong, didn't you find the masked poet?" Tian Zhe on the other end of the phone even asked a rhetorical question.

Zhang Jingya directly questioned: "Director Tian, ​​don't pretend to be stupid. Your behavior is not only to disrupt normal programming, you are also suspected of serious plagiarism and infringement, do you understand Director Tian?" Zhang Jingya questioned .

"Plaagiarism? Those two poems were originally written by masked poets, and the ones on stage were also masked poets. There seems to be no problem." Tian Zhe responded indifferently, and then praised: "Jing Ya, this time you The performance was very good. Whether it was planning or advertising, the atmosphere of the show was completely baked, and I am also very grateful to you for bringing me this masked poet. His "Jinse" was written really well."

  Zhang Jingya has been in the workplace for a long time. She has seen all the big and small things and she boasts that she can keep calm.

  When encountering this incident today, she felt that she was a little broken.

  Zhang Jingya was too angry and caused muscle cramps in the corners of her mouth, and her breathing became a little faster: "Director Tian, ​​you are shameless!"

  "Thank you for the praise. If Jingya has nothing else to do, then I will hang up. I look forward to waiting for the good news of your show."

  After finishing speaking, the phone hung up, leaving Zhang Jingya trembling with anger.

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  Little humble author, ask for collection, recommendation, ticket, book list, various requests.

  (End of this chapter)