Save the Bachelor of Heaven

"Qingqiu, sit down, don't be restrained." After seeing everyone, Xiang Nan arranged for Qingqiu to sit down, "What would you like to drink, soda or coffee?"

"Anything is fine." Leng Qingqiu said a little nervously.

"Then let's have a cup of coffee. It's too cold to drink soda in this weather." Xiang Nan smiled, and then ordered a cup of coffee for her.

"Hmm~" After the coffee was delivered, Leng Qingqiu took a sip, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Xiang Nan asked with concern.

"It's okay~" Leng Qingqiu shook his head, drank the coffee like swallowing a bitter medicine, and said as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, little fool, coffee needs to be added with sugar and milk to taste better." Xiang Nan explained with a smile, "Come on, I'll add it for you."

As he said, he added two spoonfuls of sugar and a few spoonfuls of milk for her, "Try it again, how does it taste?"

Leng Qingqiu felt a little embarrassed, quickly picked up the coffee and took a sip, it tasted much better, with a strange aroma.

"Let's try some more desserts. This is tiramisu, this is chocolate mousse, this is fruit milk pudding..." Xiang Nan introduced with a smile.

No girl can resist sweets, what's more, these Western dim sum are not only unique in shape, but also very delicious in taste, much more delicious than Daoxiangcun, Guishunzhai's eight pieces, Sachima, and Misandao.

After Leng Qingqiu tried it, it was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating. Later, I was really shy, so I just tasted it.

...

In the poetry meeting, eating and drinking is nothing but a trivial matter, and poetry tasting is the real thing.

All the poets came to the stage one after another and recited their own works for everyone to comment on.

Except for the newcomer Leng Qingqiu, those who can be invited by Xinmin Times are all well-known experts in the industry.

After all, this meeting was organized by Xiang Nan behind the scenes. The purpose was to celebrate the stars, set up a stage for poetry, and Xiang Nan to sing.

If the supporting person is too bad, and they are all a bunch of wine bags and rice bags, then they will not be able to serve as Xiang Nan's.

After listening to everyone's works, Leng Qingqiu felt that the writing was quite good, which gave her a lot of insight.

"Brother Yanxi has any new works recently, let us listen too~" The atmosphere of the poetry meeting became more and more intense, and when the climax came, Cai Hongwen, editor of Xinmin Times, said with a smile.

"Hey, with all the seniors here, how dare I make a fool of myself." Xiang Nan waved his hand and smiled.

"Hey, brother Yanxi, don't hide your clumsiness, we are all ears to your masterpiece~"

"That's right, brother Yanxi is a newcomer in the poetry world, and his poetry is quite good, so he should show off his strengths."

"Brother Yanxi, don't be too humble. It is said that there is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. The poetry is all the way, so who cares about the seniors?"

Everyone laughed.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll read my new poem." Seeing this, Xiang Nan got up and said, "I'm a Wayward Child."

"Maybe

I'm a child spoiled by my mother

I willful

I hope

every moment

are as beautiful as colored crayons

...

i want to be on the ground

painted windows

Let all eyes accustomed to darkness

are used to the light

...

i only me

my fingers and pain

only to tear that sheet

beloved white paper

let them hunt for butterflies

Let them disappear from today"

Xiang Nan chanted slowly, his voice full of magnetism.

Everyone looked at him intently, listening to his new poem.

Leng Qingqiu's face is full of admiration. Such a fresh and moving poem is really beautiful and romantic.

...

"Okay, Brother Yanxi's new poem is really good. I like the line 'I want to paint windows all over the earth, so that all eyes that are used to darkness can get used to light'. It's really very interesting."

"Brother Yanxi's "One Generation" has written the characteristics of a generation in just two poems. Now this new poem is a call for light, innocence, and beauty. It is a good poem, a good poem."

"Brother Yanxi's new poem is natural, not artificially crafted. It is full of emotion and imagination. After reading it slowly, a simple and pure beauty emerges vividly on the paper. After careful recollection, the profoundness in its simplicity lingers in the heart .”

After the new poem was chanted, everyone praised it.

"Congratulations, congratulations~" Xiang Nan smiled modestly, "Okay, I have already thrown bricks and stones, seniors, please continue~" After finishing speaking, he sat down.

"Mr. Jin, your poem is really well written." Leng Qingqiu said admiringly.

Such a poem full of innocence, childishness and profound meaning, she couldn't even think of an idea, let alone write it.

"Getting one compliment from you makes me happier than a hundred compliments from others." Xiang Nan laughed.

Leng Qingqiu was taken aback for a moment, then blushed.

...

At five o'clock, the poetry meeting ends.

Xiang Nan and Leng Qingqiu bid farewell to everyone at the entrance of the hotel.

The driver Dehai drove Xiang Nan's Ford to the door.

"Qingqiu, how do you go home?" Xiang Nan asked with a smile.

"I can just hire a car myself." Leng Qingqiu replied.

"That's too troublesome, get in the car, I'll give you a ride." Xiang Nan laughed.

"No need, Teacher Jin, why bother you so much." Leng Qingqiu waved his hand.

"No trouble, it's just a mess, come up." Xiang Nan invited.

Leng Qingqiu hesitated for a while, but finally got into the car.

"Where do you live?" Xiang Nan asked again.

"Luohua Hutong." Leng Qingqiu said with some shame.

The east of Yanjing is rich, the west is rich, the south is poor, and the north is humble. Luohua Hutong is just to the south, where common people live. In contrast, the Jin family lived in the west of the city, the residence of dignitaries and eunuchs.

"Dehai, Luohua Hutong." Xiang Nan ordered immediately, and the car started, heading towards Luohua Hutong.

It was the first time for Leng Qingqiu to take a car, and it felt more comfortable and faster than a rickshaw. And the interior of this car is also very beautiful, and there is a faint fragrance, which is really intoxicating.

"How about it, Qingqiu, going to the meeting today is not a small gain, right?" Xiang Nan said with a smile.

"En." Leng Qingqiu nodded, "The poems written by those seniors are very good, and the comments are also very good. I feel that I have benefited a lot from listening."

"So, in the future, you should participate in this kind of activities frequently." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "You are a talented and spiritual girl, and you should have better development in the future. But you need to communicate with everyone and learn more, It’s not enough to build a car behind closed doors by yourself.”

"Yes, Teacher Jin." Leng Qingqiu nodded.

She also thinks such poems will be very good, not only can learn a lot, but also have delicious coffee and pastries. You can still get the affirmation of so many seniors.

To her, it was like a dream.

...

The car then drove to Luohua Hutong.

Xiang Nan opened the car door for her, "Go home, goodbye~"

"Goodbye, Teacher Jin." Leng Qingqiu said with a sweet smile, and got out of the car immediately.

And just as she got out of the car, a man in his fifties, with a mustache, a thunderous face, and a pair of small glasses the size of copper coins just arrived home.

Seeing Leng Qingqiu driving home by car, he couldn't help being taken aback, and then looked at the license plate number, he couldn't help but be surprised.