The first day of the Poetry Conference, where 64 advanced to 32, was finally over.
Today's battle is unprecedentedly fierce.
But most of the results were satisfactory, and there were no particularly outrageous upsets.
Although poetry is very subjective.
But good works are good, and works cannot block everyone’s eyes.
Therefore, in the case of absolute base voting, the result can basically satisfy everyone.
The entire poetry conference will be broadcast live on CCTV.
The online live broadcast has also been bought out by several major first-line video websites.
All major websites have launched their own special topics for this poetry conference.
So now the first day of competition has ended, and the results of the competition are on the front pages of all major portal websites.
In everyone's news reports, Song Ci is basically the one standing in the C position.
[Song Ci lived up to expectations and defeated his opponents with his song "Bamboo and Stone" and successfully entered the top 32 competition! 】
[Many netizens jokingly said that this year’s poetry conference is the least suspenseful one, because there is a Song poem that seems completely out of tune with the others! His status is too high! If other contestants are models of hard work and serious immersion in poetry, then Song Ci is the god in this area! 】
[Many netizens are now betting on what kind of song they will come up with in the Song Ci finals to be able to beat this year’s champion! 】
…
Yuan Siyi sat on the sofa with a livid face, watching the news on his phone, then took off his glasses, picked up the tea in front of him and wanted to take a sip, but was burned, and he shook his hand and threw the water glass on the on the ground.
My wife, who was hanging clothes to dry, ran over quickly:
"What are you doing today? You put on a stinky face as soon as you come back. Who is spoiling you? Clean the floor quickly! You old man! You can even drop the cup when you take a sip of tea. What do you want? use!"
Yuan Sizhi's wife was also a talented woman of the Chinese generation when she was young. She was proficient in all kinds of poetry, lyrics and songs.
However, with the tempering of time, she gradually became an old woman.
Yuan Sizhi glanced at his wife, his chest rose and fell violently several times, and finally he silently began to clean:
"What do you know? Do you know what the song "Bamboo and Stone" written by Song Ci today means?"
"What does it mean... Isn't it just that your title as the number one contemporary bamboo chanter has been snatched away from you? Didn't I tell you how old you are? What's the point of competing with a young man for such a false reputation? If you really want to fight for this if you take another 10,000 steps back, you might as well hope that your son can advance tomorrow night!"
Yuan Sizhi sighed.
At this time, the door of the house was pushed open, and his son Yuan Qing came back carrying a bag.
A serious expression immediately appeared on Yuan Sizhi's face:
"You should be able to win it tomorrow, right? I asked a lot of people to check it out, and your opponent's work should be average."
Yuan Qing nodded and showed a very serious expression, as if giving a military order to his old father: "Dad, don't worry, I will advance to the next level tomorrow. This time I am a hundred times more confident!"
Yuan Qing has been preparing for this poetry conference for four years.
He currently has hundreds of songs in stock and can respond to changes in competition themes at any time.
These hundreds of works have been authenticated by his father.
Some of them have been read privately to some good friends in the circle, and everyone is full of praise.
The next moment, Yuan Qing's style changed, and he said with a rather sinister expression: "Dad, this guy Song Ci has been in the limelight today! This has directly taken away your status in the world. I can see on the Internet that there are still There are reports that he was the first contemporary person to sing about bamboo when the Song Dynasty poem "Bamboo and Stone" came out."
When Yuan Qing said this, it could be said that he was beating his chest and feet.
He was really complaining about his father.
At the same time, I was also envious, jealous, and resentful of Song Ci's talent.
Yuan Sizhi's mood calmed down a lot at this moment. He sat on the sofa again, his eyes becoming calm:
"Do you know when this year's finals are?"
Yuan Qing thought for a moment and then said: "The day of the finals is the Shenyue Festival."
After saying this, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized:
"You mean the title of the finals of this poetry competition is probably related to the Shenyue Festival?"
Yuan Sizhi gently rubbed his knees and said confidently:
"If nothing else happens, the title of this year's finals will definitely be Yong Yue! Can you understand what I mean?"
Yuan Qing nodded, with a flash of surprise in his eyes: "Dad, I understand."
Suddenly, Yuan Sizhi thought of something and said, "If I remember correctly, tomorrow should be the day when the Song Dynasty poem "Tian Long Ba Bu" will be officially launched, right?"
"Yes, Dad! Don't worry, I have asked my friend to send you a sample book early tomorrow morning."
Yuan Sizhi showed a satisfied expression: "Although this boy from Song Ci may have mediocre poems and songs, you have to say that he is pretty good at writing stories. The whole structure of Two Song Fengyun is particularly great. This time, this martial arts, I heard that it was a martial arts adaptation based on the Song Dynasty, so I’m really looking forward to his ideas.”
When Yuan Qing heard what her father said, she rolled her eyes helplessly. After waiting for a while, she couldn't help but complain:
"Dad, we are in our own home. What you say is okay. If you go out now, people will think you are mentally ill. Five minutes ago, you looked down on Song Ci. You thought Song Ci had robbed you of your position. You even considered Song Ci I have become your enemy, which in turn is praising Song Ci’s well-written articles. What are you talking about!”
…
…
The current schedule for the finals of the Poetry Conference has become very tight.
So Song Ci was written directly in a hotel in Shangjing. The room has been open for half a month.
At this moment, he had just returned to the hotel. After washing, he was wrapped in a bathrobe and lying on the lounge chair. Next to him was a box of snacks. He was enjoying eating them while talking on the phone with Song Hongdou.
"Our Song Ci teacher really showed up this time. He has already entered the top 32. You know, if you work harder, you will win the championship!"
Song Ci said happily: "If I win the championship this time, will you get any rewards?"
Song Hongdou on the other end of the phone suddenly laughed charmingly, and his voice seemed to be carrying electricity, reaching Song Ci's ears, and he suddenly thought about it.
"Reward...what else do you want? Day by day."
There was a hint of laziness in Song Hongdou's voice.
Song Ci seemed to be able to see the other party wearing a lace pajamas, lying on the bed with his two white legs, gently swinging on the bed, while calling himself.
Song Ci said righteously: "Yes, it's the kind of reward you thought of."
"Haha, just wait, I'll give you a good test when I'm free."
After casually chatting with Song Hongdou for half an hour and hanging up the phone, Song Ci replied to some work-related messages.
For example, Liao Jie sent him a dozen photos.
They are all formal stage performance costumes.
Come and ask Song Ci which one he wants to wear in the next round of competition.
I devoured every song in Song Dynasty and finally chose a red suit.
A bit handsome, but also a bit coquettish.
"Boss, this dress... to be honest, I think most people can't handle it, but considering your appearance, it's more than enough! I can even imagine you conquering thousands of girls."
Liao Jie flattered her at the right moment, and Song Ci responded with a few slaps on the head.
Mimi was very excited and sent Song Ci the current online pre-sale status of "Dragon Babu".
Since "Dragon" is officially scheduled to go on sale nationwide tomorrow.
The number of pre-sales on major online platforms has been increasing.
As of this moment, the number of orders placed across the entire network has directly exceeded 10 million copies.
This amount was unexpected by both Song Ci and Mimi.
Because since the acquisition of Chang'an Publishing House, the entire publishing house and the printing company behind it have been printing "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" at full capacity.
But so far, less than 2 million copies have been printed.
So there is still a shortfall of nearly 8 million.
And judging from the current situation, this gap should not only not decrease in a short period of time, but also continue to expand.
This is simply a happy trouble for Song Ci.
"Boss, more and more people are ordering books now. After the official release tomorrow, I estimate that this number will expand to 20 million within a week. With our current strength, we really can't eat it alone. I'm thinking about temporarily finding cooperation with the printing factory from Xidu Publishing House?"
These words are a summary of Song Ci written by Mimi after careful consideration.
"After all, your popularity is here now. If we delay for too long, people who like you will complain."
Song Ci very much agreed with Mimi's idea: "There is no problem with this. You can directly communicate with their editor-in-chief Tang Yunxiang. I will send a Weibo first to appease the fans."
So Song Ci clicked on Weibo and posted a long post explaining it to everyone.
Now because the printing speed cannot keep up with the speed of everyone placing orders, I hope that those who want to see "Dragon Babu" as soon as possible can wait a little longer.
As soon as the book is printed, it will be shipped to everyone as soon as possible.
Fans are still very accepting of this.
"No problem! Although I bought 10 copies right away, I don't necessarily want to read them right away. I just want to express my support for you, hehe!"
"What a pity! Such a wonderful martial arts must be very interesting to watch! If we couldn't watch it right away, I don't know how many idiots would give us spoilers online!"
"Yes, I strongly recommend that those who have watched it shut up and stop spoiling it online. I am the most annoying spoiler dog in my life!"
"It hasn't been officially launched yet, but 10 million copies have been sold in pre-sales alone? I saw this set online. "Dragon Babu" is divided into two volumes, and the total price is 59 yuan! This means Now you have already earned 600 million from the pre-sale of Song Ci, right? What kind of terrifying money-attracting ability is this, my God!"
Amid everyone's heated discussions, "Dragon Babu" finally caught the attention of readers across the country and was officially launched nationwide.
Yuan Sizhi got up early, had breakfast, went out for some morning exercise and then returned home.
It was almost 9 o'clock, and he had already seen "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" placed on the desk by his son.
"Dad, I'm going to go out and chat with my friends first. In the afternoon, I'll go directly to CCTV to participate in the competition. Then you can cheer me on in the audience. Don't forget it!" Yuan Qing finished typing for his father. After saying hello, he went straight out the door.
Yuan Sizhi nodded slightly and made himself a cup of tea, but his eyes fell on the cover of "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" which was extremely beautifully bound.
After thinking for a while, he poured away his cup of tea.
Now the cup of tea he brewed cost 180 yuan per tael, and he felt that something was not right.
He took out another 3,200 taels of tea from the cabinet and happily brewed a pot for himself.
Then he sat on the chair seriously and religiously, and at the same time took out his reading glasses and put them on.
He was the only one in the study room at the moment, so he didn't need to hide it so much. He could express his love for Song Ci books on his face.
He first flipped the cover, opened the title page, and then, as was his custom, looked at the catalog.
It doesn't matter at first glance.
The first wave of shock came to him as soon as he came to the catalog of "Dragon and the Eight Parts".
Because the chapter names of "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", if read in full, are exactly five poems.
"Dragon Babu" has a total of 50 chapters, and the chapter title of each 10th chapter is a poem.
For example, the first song "Youth Travel":
The green shirt is flying on the dangerous peaks, and the jade moon is shining brightly. The scent of horses is faint, the cliffs are high and people are far away, and there are traces of traces on the slightest steps.
Whose children belong to which family? No regrets. The tiger roars and the dragon roars, the phoenix changes its nest, the sword energy is green and the smoke is horizontal.
The first ten chapters focus on Duan Yu’s story.
He accidentally learned the Lingbo Weibu of the Xiaoyao sect.
One of them also happens to be Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu".
Therefore, this poem has a special meaning when compared with Chinese sentences.
The second song "Su Muzhe":
I've always been crazy, now I'm drunk. Listen to the fragrance in the waterside pavilion and guide the group to play. Drama about men drinking a thousand cups, discussing the meaning of life in the apricot forest.
The cause of the past is the intention of today. The grievances between Hu and Han require heroic tears. Although there are thousands of people there, I stand quietly at Yanmen, with no words left on the cliff.
"I've always been crazy, but now I'm drunk", these six words describe Duan Yu's emotions quite thoroughly from the first time he met Bi and Zhu to the appearance of Wang Yuyan.
In the second ten chapters, "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" jumps from Duan Yu's story to Qiao Feng's deeds.
This changes the style of lyrics from romantic to generous and tragic.
The third song, "Broken Array":
Thousands of miles are like a dream, and the eyes are as bright as stars. The cattle and sheep are stuffed with empty promises, and there are old alliances on the temples beside the candle. Walking on the snow in the vast wilderness.
Slaughter bears and tigers with bare hands, fight with golden swords against bandits. The remnants of grass and trees grow into cast iron, and insects condense cold palms into ice. Show off your heroic spirit.
…
Yuan Sizhi recited the title of this chapter over and over again several times.
The more he read, the clearer his cloudy eyes became.
I just feel refreshed and can't help myself.
He gently rubbed his belly, picked up the teapot and took a sip, then sighed to himself with a face full of intoxication:
"Just reading this chapter title makes this book worth it! I hope the story inside won't disappoint me!"
With that said, Yuan Sizhi opened "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" seriously and entered into the wonderful story of "The Eight Parts of the Dragon".
In the next three days.
On the one hand, the Poetry Conference is in full swing, and the top 32 are being decided.
On the other hand, readers across the country seem to have settled down.
There isn’t much discussion online.
Because everyone has already got the book "Dragon and the Eight Parts" and is wandering in the story.
Of course, there are also a larger number of readers. Due to the shortage of supply, readers who did not get the physical book of "Dragon Babu" at the first time are howling all over the Internet.
Someone is frantically clamoring for everyone not to spoil the show.
At the same time, there are also people who are asking crazily whether "Dragon" is good or not.
If it doesn't look good, return it quickly before you get the physical book.
But the more anxious everyone is, the less they get a voice.
It's as if everyone who bought "Dragon Movie" has disappeared.
It's as if no one is watching "Dragon Movie".
Until the evening of the third day, which was the last day of competition for the 64 to advance to the top 32 of the Poetry Conference.
Along with the list of the top 32 high on the hot search list, there are also hot searches related to "Dragon Movie".
One of them was, [Song Ci, how dare you? ! 】
(End of chapter)
