as you meet

Although he had made up his mind in his heart, Ji Yusheng still tossed and turned on the silk bed for most of the night, listening to the drizzle falling and the breeze beating, unable to fall asleep for a long time.The poetry meeting on the second day was also delayed because of this. Even though the alarm was set, he still woke up late because of sleepiness.With his unkempt hair, Ji Yusheng picked up his coat casually, kicked on his unset white sneakers, and hurried out with his schoolbag in his arms.

When he arrived at the lecture hall where the poetry meeting was held, everyone had already entered the arena. Ji Yusheng hurried to the registration office, and the staff at the registration office asked him to bring his name tag and enter the arena quickly.Holding the schoolbag with his head bowed and mouth open in one hand, he was about to open the wooden door of the lecture hall with the other hand, but suddenly the other hand lightly brushed the top of his head and helped him open the wooden door in front of him.

Ji Yusheng looked back, and as the people behind him lowered their heads slowly, the sunlight climbed onto the faces of the people behind them inch by inch, first from the eyebrows covered by the slightly curly hair tails, then to the slender eyelashes touching the hair tails. Brown eyes, a nose as tall as a marble stone carving, and a voice like an old phonograph with an irreproducible charm, which can engrave words on the eardrums.The reason why some people use a surviving machine to record their last words is probably because the words will be deeply engraved in their hearts after being transmitted by the phonograph.

"Come to the lecture?" The other party's voice with a smile went straight to the bottom of my heart.

——This voice is probably the voice of Mr. who flows in my heart when I read the letter.

Ji Yusheng was startled by the voice. The books in his backpack, like white pigeons trapped in a magician's hat, fell to the ground one by one excitedly. The poetry collection sent by my husband yesterday almost slipped onto the other party's feet. Beside him, like a loyal dog kneeling on tiptoes, a branch of white plum and the three characters Zhishengsheng were exposed in the opponent's eyes.

The other party seemed to be stunned by this sudden change, and after a while, he squatted down to help him pick up the poetry collection, and then got up straight and handed it to him.

After receiving the collection of poems, he wanted to look up at the person in front of him again, but the sunlight slid down along the deep outline of the person and covered his eyes.

Before he could say thanks, cheers came from behind him.

The other party looked at his name tag, and a word of unknown meaning was heard by Ji Yusheng despite the loud voices behind him.

As soon as Ji Yusheng heard what the other party said, he immediately turned around and ran into the lecture hall like a cat with its tail burned.

"Department of Economics?"

The lecture hall was like a grand spring event. The seats on both sides of the aisle in the auditorium were full. At a glance, there was only vacancy in the middle. Ji Yusheng had to hold his schoolbag tightly, and said with a small step. Sorry in a low voice, slowly moved to the middle.

During this process, the host first passionately introduced Song Shihe, a rising star of the romantic realism school, and then read his book "Spring Light" pretending to be affectionate. Ji Yu had goose bumps all over his body.

After Ji Yusheng sat down and put away his schoolbag, the people on the stage thanked the host politely and signaled that he was almost done with the introduction, and then said:

"Thank you everyone for coming to the poetry meeting. Sorry for keeping you waiting because of the flight delay. Jesuis vraiment désolé."

"Bonjour. Jet'aime. I can't wait to give you a kiss when we first met, but it seems a bit difficult." He stroked his hair, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said regretfully.

The people on the stage first apologized politely, and then immediately joked with everyone. The audience immediately became commotion, and some even whistled.

Although the people around were cheering, Ji Yusheng couldn't relax at this moment, because the two eyes on the stage were fixed on his direction, and he didn't quite understand the meaning of the two eyes.

Of those two gazes, one was explicit and lingering, and the other was indifferent.For the time being, Ji Yusheng can comfort himself because the people from the romantic country look at people with affectionate eyes and tease people all the time, but the latter one makes people feel a little creepy, like an old horror movie screaming in the middle of the night. It was not until later that Ji Yusheng discovered the truth They are two completely different affectionate feelings that he didn't understand at that time.

When Song Shihe and the host were having a brief exchange before the meeting, Ji Yusheng leaned against the back of the chair. He ran too fast just now and was still panting. He rested his head on the back of the chair for the purpose of speaking. The chandelier in the living room, the chandelier is a black western-style retro chandelier, and the bulbs are in the shape of candles. Ji Yusheng thinks that the chandelier is like an infatuated species intoxicated in love, burning themselves enthusiastically to illuminate the lover, just like... ...

"Let us once again welcome the "sun" of romantic realism and the "moon" of decadence—Song Shihe and Cheng Yanbai." After several twists and turns, this poetry meeting finally began.

The host's words suddenly pulled Ji Yusheng's thoughts back to reality, and Ji Yusheng immediately sat upright.

"Then first, please introduce yourself and your recent works!" The host's hand holding the speech trembled slightly, as if he was also deeply looking forward to the answer from the two of you.

"Mr. Cheng, please." The host made a gesture of invitation to Cheng Yanbai.

"Hi everyone, I'm Cheng Yanbai..." Cheng Yanbai's emotionless voice came out from the speakers in the lecture hall.

Cheng Yanbai is one of the most prosperous decadent poetry masters in X City today. Although some new stars have emerged in recent years, no one has ever been able to shake his status as the "moon" of the decadent school.His readers respected him as the god of the times, but his deviant poems were praised and praised, and his character was discredited by newspapers and media.Even if Ji Yusheng didn't appreciate his poetry very much, he would still be forced to open his mouth by newspaper posters on the streets and posts on Weibo every day, forcing him to swallow Cheng Yanbai's bitter and outrageous poems and posts.

"Next, please invite Mr. Song."

"Bonjour. Jem'appelleVincentSong. Hello everyone, I..."

Song Shihe was well-known in City Y, but City X, where the decadent faction ruled, naturally didn't like his works very much.Ji Yusheng himself likes his works very much. Every time he lays on the sofa silently chewing his works in the afternoon, it feels like facing the spring breeze on the grassland, witnessing the beauty of flowers in full bloom, and feeling the vitality of the green spring.

And his style is very similar to Mr.

Of course, if you want Ji Yusheng to say it, Mr.'s poems are better. If Mr. has the opportunity to be exposed, he will definitely be more contagious and popular than him.

"First of all, let's start with the simplest and straightforward question! How do you two feel about your own titles—the "sun" of the realistic and romantic school and the "moon" of the decadent school?"

Ji Yusheng's thoughts were pulled back to the lecture hall by the host's sudden shout.

"Thank you for the honor you have given me. This is a kind of affirmation. I will lead the bright stars to continue to shine." Cheng Yanbai replied with a deadpan face as usual, but as soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"Mr. Song, please."

Song Shihe smiled and waited for the applause to quiet down, then said slowly:

"Honestly speaking, for being classified as Romantic Realist poets, I actually think this division is too absolute. I think my poems are more like the Romantic School in the music world than like a certain school in the poetry world. , I like to emphasize the combination of poetry and other arts, or what I pursue is a comprehensive art full of personal subjective feelings, ideals and fantasies about nature. As for the sun, the only feeling is not bad."

When Song Shihe said the last sentence, his smiling eyes were fixed on the middle seat, like a deep amber stone well, causing Ji Yusheng to have the illusion that he was staring at him.

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Jesus vraiment désolé. I am truly sorry.

Bonjour. Jet'aime. First meeting, I love you.