My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

Time goes back half an hour.

In a private house in a certain community, a room was lit with warm lights.

Looking at the furnishings, this is a study room.

In front of the desk, a middle-aged man in his forties was working at his desk.

The man's name is Liao Ting, and his pen name is "Tree Flowers". He has published several collections of short and long stories with good sales, and is a well-known writer in China.

In daily life, whether they are traditional writers or online writers, everyone is generally a night owl. Because the silence of the night can give writers enough inspiration.

It’s past eight o’clock in the evening, and the flowers on the tree have just begun to enter the writing state.

However.

Soon he became irritable and anger rose in his brows.

Because in the living room, my daughter, who is in high school, kept yelling.

"Ahhhh, Haiyan!"

"Wow, piercing the dark clouds."

"Handsome! Haiyan is so handsome."

Because she was his daughter, he held back his anger.

If it was his son, he would have opened the door and slapped his son against the wall.

But very quickly.

The daughter screamed again: "Let the storm come more violently!!!"

Depend on!

I can't bear it anymore!

Not even my daughter!

Make the storm stronger, right? Now I will let you know what the storm from dad is!

Don’t you know that your father is most afraid of making noise when he is writing?

I opened the door angrily, but before the flowers on the tree opened.

The daughter's face showed excitement when she saw him: "Dad, aren't you a writer? Come on, I'll show you a prose."

The flowers on the tree suppressed their anger: "What prose?"

Daughter: "It was written by Xilou."

Flowers on the tree: "Xi Lou? Who?"

Daughter: "He is the internet anchor I told you before, a talented man who has written many good poems. Now he has written a prose about "Haiyan", which is so good!"

How could Flower on the Tree know what Xilou was? He was even more angry when he heard the network anchor.

Your father is a serious and well-known Chinese writer.

As for prose, he is even better at it. Currently, he even has several essays selected for extracurricular reading for teenagers.

As my daughter, you don't care if you don't read your father's prose, but you still show off the prose written by a network anchor?

Even though her daughter didn't say a single bad word about her, the flowers on the tree felt humiliated.

But looking at his pampered daughter, he finally suppressed the anger in his heart and said patiently: "Okay, Yuanyuan, please bring that "Haiyan" over and let dad and I appreciate it."

When he talked about appreciation, he deliberately emphasized his tone.

But he snorted coldly in his heart: Let me, a famous writer, read the prose written by a network anchor? This is completely a show of force in front of Guan Gong. Later I have to criticize this essay as worthless and let Yuanyuan see the true strength of her father.

soon.

The daughter rushed over excitedly and handed the "Haiyan" on her phone to the flowers on the tree.

Seeing the dense text on his mobile phone, he was not used to reading paper books, but in order to establish the image of a tall and powerful father in front of his daughter, he still read on patiently.

Then……

The flower on the tree was full of criticism and swallowed it hard.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

The more I looked, the more frightened I became.

Even halfway through, I couldn't help but exclaim: "Great! What a petrel!"

When she saw the end, Shu Shanghua felt her blood boiling all over her body, and she had the urge to shout to the sky.

The meaning is still not finished.

I looked at the flowers on the tree a second time.

When he was about to watch it for the third time, he suddenly got a thrill and came back to his senses.

At this moment, his face had long lost the confidence and arrogance, only a deep sense of disbelief. He grabbed his daughter's hand and said in a shocking voice: "You said this essay was written by a network anchor?"

The daughter said angrily: "Yes, I told you so."

The flower on the tree murmured: "How is it possible? How is this possible?"

The daughter rolled her eyes: "What's impossible?"

The flower on the tree didn't pay attention to his daughter's words, his eyes were still full of disbelief. For him, the fact that a network anchor could write prose like "Haiyan" almost subverted his cognition.

But the fact was before his eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.

There was a pause.

The flowers on the tree took out their mobile phones and logged into their only communication tool as writers: WeChat.

On WeChat, in addition to the family group "Love each other and family", he also has a group "Chinese Writers Association".

As the National Writers Association, the people who can enter it are of a much higher level than the local Writers Association.

Shushanghua took a deep breath, sent the entire article of "Haiyan" to the group, and then said: "Everyone, take a look at this prose."

There were only a few replies in the group at first.

Obviously, everyone is not very fond of surfing the Internet.

"Oh? What prose?"

"Is this prose written by you? You have to go and read it."

"Hey, the flowers on the tree have new works, you must admire them."

Flowers on the Tree replied: "It's not my work."

Then.

The group became silent again.

But only more than ten minutes passed.

This usually quiet group suddenly became lively.

"What a great article "Haiyan"!"

"Oh my god, it's amazing!"

"Which big shot took action?"

"Isn't it too shocking?"

"This text, this idea, this structure, it's a perfect example of a master's style."

"Especially the emotions it mobilizes, almost reaching the pinnacle of prose."

"Such prose is definitely written by a master."

"It is no exaggeration to say that this is the best prose I have seen in the past ten years... no, it should be the best prose I have seen in the past twenty years."

" @Flowers on the tree, tell us quickly, which famous artist is this? It's also very well written."

" @The flowers on the tree are not your works, are they?"

"..."

Many traditional writers use two-finger meditation when typing on their mobile phones, but even so, the messages in the group have become enthusiastic at this moment, and everyone's excitement can be seen from this.

Then, more news came out.

"I have just transferred to other writers' groups so that they can also appreciate it."

"You're right. It would be a pity not to let everyone appreciate this kind of prose."

"I forwarded it too."

"It just so happened that a few of my old friends said there weren't any good works in the literary world recently, so I sent it to them to open their eyes."

While talking.

The flower on the tree finally finished typing a short paragraph: "This "Haiyan" was not written by our traditional writers, but by an online anchor. This online anchor's name is 'Xi Lou', who is known as the Dou He is the most gifted person in music. If anyone likes poetry, you should have heard of his name, because he wrote several good poems a while ago, which caused quite a stir."

Few people saw the second half of this statement.

Because just after reading the first half, the brains of these traditional writers exploded.

"What? Written by a network anchor?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"How is this possible?"

"Such a top-notch essay in every aspect, would you tell me it was written by a network anchor?"

"It's fake, it must be fake."

"Anyway, I don't believe that a network anchor can write such an article."

" @Flowers on the tree, old tree, where did you get the news? Don't be fooled."

"..."

Who believes it?

No one believes it!

Usually they even sneer at so-called Internet writers, let alone Internet anchors.

After seeing the news, Shushanghua also had some doubts about the real author of "Haiyan".

He quickly called his daughter over: "Yuanyuan, are you sure "Haiyan" was written by Xilou?"

"Sure."

The daughter nodded and said: "He went to participate in the 'Chinese Prose Contest' this time, and he wrote more than one essay. There is also another essay "Praise to Poplar", let me show it to you..."

Soon, my daughter found "Praise to Poplar" on her mobile phone and handed it to the flowers on the tree.

What?

besides?

The flowers on the tree were stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took the phone and looked at it.

One minute.

Two minutes.

After almost ten minutes, he raised his head, his face already full of shock.

Another excellent article!

Another top-notch prose that is almost as good as "Haiyan"!

this……

He swallowed, and then copied "Praise to Poplar" to the group: "Look at this prose again, it was also written by that Internet writer."

A piece of prose, everyone only has doubts.

Two essays, and all that's left is dullness.

After reading "Praise to Topol", all the top Chinese writers in the group lost their voices.

Then……

In just a few minutes, the two articles spread throughout the literary world like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

"Big news, big news!"

"Big news, come and see."

"It's incredible that a network anchor has written two top-notch essays."

"Absolute master's style."

"One article is enough, how about a second one?"

"I heard that the other party is only in his early twenties and has such a talent?"

"You're still a network anchor. Where do you want us traditional writers to put their face?"

"..."

Beijing.

Tang Xuanyuan and He Zhixing were drinking tea, looking comfortable.

suddenly.

Tang Xuanyuan answered the phone. He showed a surprised expression. After hanging up the phone, he looked at He Zhixing: "Old He, are there many prose writers in the literary world now?"

He Zhixing nodded: "Of course there are many. Which writer doesn't involve prose? It's just that although there are many people who write, there are only a few good ones. To write good prose, it's not just about piling up words."

Tang Xuanyuan turned on his mobile phone and sent two documents to He Zhixing: "Come on, come on, Xiao Su just called and said that he found two good essays, which were highly praised by many writers. You and I are fine, Do you want to take a look?"

"OK."

He Zhixing smiled and nodded, but still said: "Xiao Su is probably exaggerating. Since ancient times, there has been no best prose. I think it is impossible for a prose to be highly praised by those usually arrogant writers."

Tang Xuanyuan also smiled slightly: "I know."

While the two were chatting, they opened two prose documents.

Almost fifteen minutes later.

The two finally raised their heads, looked at each other, and didn't speak for a long time.

finally……

After a few minutes of silence, He Zhixing finally spoke: "Who wrote it?"

Tang Xuanyuan said: "I heard that it was an online anchor named 'Xi Lou', but this news is a bit unreliable. Think about it, how could an online anchor..."

The words have not yet finished.

He Zhixing let out a sigh, with surprise on his face.

Then he suddenly stood up, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Tang Xuanyuan looked at He Zhixing with astonishment on his face.

Soon, the call was connected.

He Zhixing immediately asked:

"Xiao Wang, you wrote "Praise to Poplar" and "Haiyan"?"

"Why are you writing prose all of a sudden?"

"What? Participate in an essay contest?"

"Huh? The votes were suppressed? Such an essay ranked outside the dozen or so?"

""Praise to Poplar" only received more than 5,000 votes? And then you wrote "Haiyan"?"

He Zhixing's expression was only excited at first, but gradually changed, becoming gloomy and angry.

suddenly!

He yelled angrily: "They! They are making nonsense!"

Tang Xuanyuan was shocked. He and He Zhixing had known each other for decades, and only a handful of times had the other party become so angry. The literary world would tremble every time.

Why this time?