Lisco's American Life

After a moment of silence, everyone applauded like thunder after waking up from a dream.

The first few poets who suggested it stared at Lisko with intense eyes, as if they wanted to open his head and see the structure inside.

Lisko bowed modestly and got down from the table.

The whole venue was full of discussions.

Lisko looks like a young kid surrounded by fans at the airport.

Who says literati can't be star-chasing? Of course, it all depends on the person.

As soon as Lisko's song "Life is Like a Summer Flower" comes out, everyone present will get rid of their bad impression of him, and everything that happens here will soon spread throughout the United States and even the world's literary and art circles.

"Li." Shamar finally pulled Lisko out from the crowd.

Liske looked a bit embarrassed now. He was crowded and hugged by the crowd, which made his decent suit dirty. Even the crowd made his white and smooth forehead sweaty.

"You are very popular." Shamar looked at Lisko with envy and gasped. After they came out, they came to a corner. It would be better for Lisko not to show up now to let everyone calm down.

"By the way, Li, can I publish your poem in the poetry section of the magazine Literary Journal? I will print this as the top headline."

Shamar looked at Lisko eagerly, his eyes full of nervousness, fearing that Lisko would refuse and if it could be published, it would definitely cause waves in the lifeless poetry world.

"Of course." Isn't this exactly Lisko's purpose?

The two discussed poetry here for a while before going out. At this time, although the crowd in the venue was still very excited, they had generally calmed down, but the voices of people greeting Lisko kept coming and going.

Lisko responded with a smile, took a glass of champagne from the waiter beside him, and walked towards his mentor Berman.

Berman was in high spirits and drank a lot of wine. Lisko's performance in this salon today made him radiant.

Didn't you see that Peaches was so jealous that she was about to lose her temper?

"Mentor." Lisko stepped forward and supported Bomaner, who was already staggering.

"Li, you are great, really great." When Bomaner saw Lisko coming over, he collapsed on the sofa and kept mumbling.

Lisko called Haas and helped the tutor, who was as drunk as a child, downstairs.

"Huh~" Lisko sent Bomaner into the room, made the quilt, and finally took a breath.

"Let's go." Haas asked Lisko. The party above was still being held.

The two went back to the party again, and it was time for everyone to perform.

"How about I go back and take care of my mentor." Haas looked at Ryan who was playing the violin on the stage and felt that he had come back at an inappropriate time.

"Come on, we have to go away sooner or later." Lisko smiled and patted Haas to comfort him.

Today he brought his own mysterious magic weapon, the oldest musical instrument, the Xun.

This was a new one he bought when he traveled to China last time. Compared with the one given by his friend before, the new Xun is more artistic. It is black overall, with only the edges tinged with green. The pattern on it is an unknown figure.

The mysterious totem of symmetry, Lisko did not find out what it meant.

When he bought it, he also tried the sound test. He fell in love with the desolate, rich, and somewhat mysterious sound right away.

This kind of xun is handmade and fired by the residents of Shandong. The sound quality is mellow, sad, mysterious, ethereal and shocking. At the same time, it can express joyful and humorous music. When Li Ke bought it, there were many tourists.

I will take one home with me. It is a good collection and souvenir.

What's more, this kind of thing has never been seen in the United States, and there are not even many people who can boast about it. Lisko came up with this, which is undoubtedly the best for Americans who like mystery and art.

It happened that Ryan's performance on the stage had been completed, because Ryan's skills were definitely expert level. He had been studying music since he was a child, and everyone was half-assed. Although they admired his performance very much, no one was willing to go up and play with him at the moment.

I made a fool of myself later, so I was in an embarrassing situation for a while.

When everyone was silent, Lisko raised his hand.

"Let me do it?"

Everyone turned around and looked at Lisko, who was standing at the back.

Everyone wanted to see who was so courageous, "Oh? It's Li? That doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if he performs well or not. If he performs poorly, it's because he's obsessed with literature. If he performs well, it's because he's interested.

Many."

Everyone is very tolerant of Lisko, because the poem just now made Lisko the object of appreciation by many people. The female writers here all looked at this young man with handsome appearance and outstanding literary talent with bright eyes.

Men don't have any hostility towards Lisko. When you show that you are much better than others, everyone knows that they can't catch up with you and there is no dispute over interests, so they will not be stingy with their appreciation.

Lisko walked along the aisle that the crowd made way for him, nodding and saying hello, and walked to the performance stage in front.

Ryan was riding a tiger at this time. He was the organizer of this salon, but he didn't think so much just now. As a result, among this group of amateur players, he appeared as his own violin performance. No one was willing to do it after his performance.

When he came to the stage, he was deadlocked and didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, Liske spoke up and relieved him, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to get off the stage today. Usually at salon gatherings like this, performances are just hobbies. Everyone’s thoughts are not on watching exciting performances, but on watching familiar friends and

When a colleague was embarrassed on stage, everyone laughed and passed it off, but Ryan's performance was too serious.

Stumbling like Haas, that poem that everyone knows, and lame recitation are everyone's favorite performance methods.

Lisko didn't have that kind of worry, because his xun performance was something that didn't exist in the United States. People didn't know how difficult it was. It would only arouse interest, find it novel, and maybe even not good at performing. Writers who struggled every year felt that learning this

It's also pretty good.

Maybe we can develop some groups for traditional Chinese musical instruments.

Lisko was always happy to see others praising China's long history and profound culture.

With Ryan's grateful look on his face, Lisko walked up handsomely from the edge of the stage.

"Huhu~" After trying the microphone, Lisko spoke to the people looking at him in the audience.

"What I brought today is a unique Chinese musical instrument. Its name is pronounced xūn in Chinese. This kind of musical instrument is made of pottery, stone, bone, and ivory. The one I have in my hand is from when I was traveling in China.

I bought it specially when I was there, this one is made of ceramic.”