I want to be a salty fish and go further and further in the entertainment industry

Leng Kangsheng's eyes fell on Luo Jiuxing next to his grandson, and he was slightly startled when he saw that the other person was so young.

Although Leng Xiangyang had said that the other party was a young man, he didn't expect him to be that young. Judging from his appearance, he was probably only 20 years old.

However, Leng Kangsheng was also a person who had seen strong winds and waves, and he had also met a lot of young and talented people. Although the other person was a little younger, he reacted quickly.

"Is this Mr. Luo?" Leng Kangsheng said excitedly.

Luo Jiuxing, who was still in a daze, was brought back to his senses by Leng Kangsheng's words, wiped his eyes, and answered quickly.

"Hello, Mr. Leng, I am Luo Jiuxing, you can call me Xiaojiu."

"This, this, this..." Leng Kangsheng looked at Luo Jiuxing in disbelief.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Luo Jiuxing stared at Ren Zhengqi who was holding the black chess piece in his hand.

"Ahem, Xiaojiu, why are you here? What do you want from me?" Ren Zhengqi thought Luo Jiuxing was here to see him.

Leng Kangsheng couldn't help laughing when he heard the conversation between the two.

"Old Ren, he didn't come to see you. I invited him here. I didn't expect him to be your grandson."

Ren Zhengqi was a veteran on the battlefield. Even if he didn't specifically exude aura, he still put great pressure on Luo Jiuxing.

With just a simple glance, Luo Jiuxing quickly understood what the other party meant.

"I wrote a poem two days ago, but Mr. Leng said he wanted to see me. I just happened to be in Kyoto and stopped by." Luo Jiuxing explained.

After listening, Ren Zhengqi nodded, with a happy smile on his face. Seeing that his son's poems were favored by his old friend, it meant that he must be very good.

Leng Kangsheng stood up enthusiastically and stretched out his hand: "Xiaojiu, that poem you wrote is so good!"

This man was a man of both virtue and skill, and knowing his grandfather, Luo Jiuxing didn't dare to neglect him and quickly took hold of the other person's extended hand.

"No, no, I'm just writing randomly, you are always the Beidou in the cultural circle."

Leng Kangsheng laughed loudly and said: "You just randomly wrote an eternal song for Chinese Valentine's Day. Old man, I feel ashamed. I have read the poem "Magpie Bridge Immortal" hundreds of times, and the more I read it, the more I read it. I think this poem is really wonderfully written.”

Luo Jiuxing touched his nose in embarrassment. He was right. Qin Guan's poem about Chinese Valentine's Day was really good. Not many people could write such a good poem on the theme of Chinese Valentine's Day.

He was just a mover, but it was impossible for Luo Jiuxing to tell this secret, so he could only laugh and laugh.

"Lao Ren, Lao Leng, why don't you two introduce me?"

Although I knew that the other party was Lao Ren's grandson, I was still curious about what good poems the other party had written that would make Lao Leng invite him over.

Ren Zhengqi also wanted to know, but he was more calm.

"I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me. My memory is not very good as I get older."

Leng Kangsheng smiled and said: "Xiaojiu, this is Hong Yuanxun, the president of the Longguo Calligraphy Association, and this is Ji Wenyan, the vice president of the Poetry Association..."

"I don't need to introduce the last one. At the same time, we are still comrades in arms."

After Leng Kangsheng introduced several old men in turn, he pointed at Luo Jiuxing and said: "Didn't I show you the lyrics of a song called "Magpie Bridge Immortal" a few days ago? It was written by him."

Leng Xiangyang next to him added: "There is also a modern poem "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming"."

Everyone's original curiosity was immediately replaced by shock.

After the appearance of "Magpie Bridge Immortal", it set off a storm in literature. Everyone is still guessing who the master who wrote this eternal poem will be.

The same few people also heard rumors that the Education Bureau wanted to include this poem in the teaching materials, which shows how powerful this poem is.

Unexpectedly, a young man of about 20 years old wrote "Magpie Bridge Immortal".

Except for Leng Kangsheng and Ren Zhengqi, several others still couldn't believe it. After all, Luo Jiuxing was a bit too young.

My first impression is that Lao Ren’s grandson looks really good.

But no one at the scene came out to question him. After all, the other party was also the grandson of his comrade in arms. Lao Ren's character must be beyond words.

Several old men also greeted Luo Jiuxing one after another.

Luo Jiuxing responded politely.

Among the old men present, that one was not a well-known figure, but judging from the situation, it seemed that only his grandfather worked until he retired.

None of the other old men had the evil spirit that Ren Zhengqi had. This was only seen in those who had been on the battlefield and seen blood.

The arrival of Luo Jiuxing also made Leng Kangsheng very excited. He took Luo Jiuxing's hand and wanted to discuss the poem "Magpie Bridge Immortal" with him.

Luo Jiuxing could only explain in detail what he had seen in his previous life.

Leng Kangsheng and several others next to him could be heard nodding in praise.

The serious face of Ren Zhengqi on the side also had a smile of relief. It seemed that his grandson had also inherited his daughter's genes.

After all, being able to teach literature at a nationally ranked university shows that Ren Elegy’s literature is very high.

Leng Xiangyang saw that he was being ignored by several people, so he could only find a seat in the corner and sit down in frustration.

Seeing Luo Jiuxing chatting back and forth with several old men, I was a little impressed, but I liked his "Legend of Sword and Fairy" more.

Hong Yuanxun was so excited that when he saw his grandson coming, he directly asked him to go to the study to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Hong Zhichen originally just wanted to come to Leng Xiangyang, but he didn't expect to be directly called by the old man, so he could only stop and go back to help get things.

Soon I saw Hong Zhichen starting to write, and the vigorous and powerful handwriting jumped out on the paper. What he wrote was "Magpie Bridge Immortal" by Luo Jiuxing.

It can be seen from the words written by the other party that he has profound skills.

Luo Jiuxing also grew up in a family with a strong literary atmosphere. When he was a child, he also practiced with his parents and Mr. Ren who was at the scene.

Originally, I just came to visit because the other party was an elder and the president of the Poetry Association, but I didn't expect to see so many important people.

"Xiaojiu, what do you think of this word?" Hong Yuanxun put down the brush in his hand and admired the poem he had just written, with a somewhat proud tone.

"The font is vigorous and powerful, and it is unique in its own way. It is very powerful." Luo Jiuxing gave a thumbs up.

Hong Yuanxun laughed loudly when he heard Luo Jiuxing's comment, and then said: "It seems that Xiaojiu can also calligraphy. Do you want to come up and try it?"

"???" Luo Jiuxing was a little confused, and quickly shook his head and said: "Mr. Hong, my writing is average, so I won't show my shame."

"It's okay, go up and give it a try. I'll let Old Man Hong teach you." Leng Kangsheng said with a smile.

Ren Zhengqi also nodded. He hadn't read his grandson's writing for several years, so he just took this opportunity to see if he had made any progress in the past few years.

Seeing the expectant expressions on so many people's faces, Luo Jiuxing could only bite the bullet and write.

After picking up the brush and thinking for a while, Luo Jiuxing started writing "The sky is pure and the sand is clear, autumn thoughts" on the paper.

"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads.

Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon. "

A poem describing the meaning of autumn is written on the paper. This Sanqu Xiaoling is even called "the ancestor of autumn thoughts."