These short 28 words fell into the entire studio, which was nothing short of thunder.
These seemingly ordinary 28 words form an artistic conception of the vicissitudes of life and the white clouds and gray dogs, which makes people feel sad all of a sudden.
An expression of surprise suddenly appeared on Gu Xingchen's face. He once again heard a classic piece of music from Song Ci.
He couldn't help but wave his fist, and said with emotion to the people around him:
"Well written! The artistic conception is just overwhelming! When I returned to my hometown last year, I really had such a feeling! It was an indescribable kind of... strangeness to my hometown. This should be the so-called Don’t be afraid of being close to home!”
Jiang Quan, the president of the Ancient Literature Association, couldn’t help but applaud and said:
"In this year's poetry conference, Song Ci is definitely the brightest star! Even if he did not win the final championship, each of the few works he has produced so far can be engraved in our contemporary poetry. Above history! Hundreds and thousands of years from now, countless descendants will recite his works forever!"
Qin Shiwen, the president of the Ancient Poetry Association, was so excited that he stood up directly, and a touch of red bloomed on his old, ravaged face.
This is caused by excitement that causes the blood to rush backwards.
He shouted excitedly: "Song Ci has added another classic work to our ancient poetry lineage!"
Fan Changshou, the president of the Ancient Ci Association, snorted coldly.
His eyes were full of envy.
From the current point of view, the poems produced by Song Ci on this stage seem to be better than Ci.
Regardless of quality or quantity, this made Fan Changshou feel unsettled.
A sickly blush appeared on Yuan Sizhi's face.
Half out of excitement, half out of anger.
There was even a hint of fear.
Song Ci's strength is simply too terrifying.
This poem shouldn't be something he came up with on the spur of the moment, right?
Yes, he must have been prepared as well as my son!
Otherwise he could produce a poem of this quality in such a short time!
Then it will make other people unable to survive?
Yes, yes, it must be like this!
Bai Yishan, who was sitting next to Yuan Sizhi, turned his head and looked at Yuan Sizhi with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
The hostility between Yuan Sizhi and his son towards Song Ci has almost become an open secret in the circle.
Now that Song Ci has written such a wonderful song, it can be said that the victory is already in hand.
Bai Yishan couldn't help but smile and said to Yuan Sizhi:
"Tell me, you regard Song Ci as a thorn in my side day by day, but look at Song Ci, have you ever taken your father and son seriously?
"If you go up and talk to people now, they may not even remember who you are!
"And based on the quality and quantity of Song poetry works, do you think that in a thousand years and a hundred years, when future generations talk about our generation and rank our generation, who do you think will be number one?"
Bai Yishan's words immediately made Yuan Sizhi's old eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
He glared at Bai Yishan fiercely, and then said:
"Are you going too far? I, Yuan Sizhi, have been immersed in poetry for so many years! I have written nearly 1,000 works. How can he be so virtuous in Song poetry and leave a name in history!?"
Yuan Sizhi's anger was quickly drowned out by the roar of applause, excitement and discussion from the nearly 5,000 spectators behind him.
The audiences who can come to the show to watch the poetry competition are all very literate.
So everyone immediately distinguished between Song Ci and Yuan Qing's works.
"Although Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, when Song Ci's works come out, I think there is no suspense in the competition between him and Yuan Qing!"
"It's not that Yuan Qing's works are not good, but Song Ci's works are really good! What people fear most is comparison!"
"Think about how Yuan Qing just couldn't wait to run to the stage and read out his work. Now he looks like a clown! He is simply humiliating himself!"
"This kid must be full of confidence and think he has won the question, but how did he know that Song Ci is holding a king bomb in his hand!"
"When children see each other and don't know each other, they laugh and ask where the guest is from! I really understand these two sentences. When I went home last month, I suddenly started to have a very strange feeling. The people in the village I don’t know whose family many children belong to, so I have to ask one by one who is your father? Who is your mother? Who knows this feeling, family members!"
Yuan Qing, who was standing on the side of the stage, was speechless at this moment.
His mouth trembled slightly.
There was still a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.
At this moment, his mind still firmly believed that his works were better than Song Ci.
But his body already wanted to crawl at Song Ci's feet.
Inside Xidu's house.
Dad cooked a big table of delicious food today.
Dozens of relatives at home gathered in front of the TV.
Everyone was eating delicious food while watching Song Ci's competition.
Sitting in the middle is a gray-haired old man, who is currently the oldest member of the Song family.
Song Ci’s father called him Third Grandpa.
The third grandfather was sitting upright, leaning on a cane.
He participated in the Patriotic War.
I have always been proud of being a soldier.
So now even though he is getting older, he still sits upright with his head raised and chest upright.
"Looking at the reaction of the audience, is Song Ci winning or losing now?" Third Grandpa asked seriously.
The relatives were also looking at the TV screen nervously at this time, not daring to breathe.
Even though Song Ci finished reading his piece, cheers erupted from the audience.
But it’s really hard to say whether Song Ci can advance.
At this time, Song Ci's father took out his mobile phone and quickly shouted:
"Okay, okay, the voting channel has been opened. Everyone, hurry up and vote for Song Ci!"
This sentence was like throwing a stone into the calm river, causing ripples in circles, making all the relatives excited.
Everyone took out their mobile phones and started voting for Song Ci.
Somewhere in Youzhou.
Li Siyu had just finished a performance with his teammates, and everyone returned to the nanny car together.
Her assistant ran up and whispered a few words in her ear.
She immediately greeted her teammates excitedly and said:
"Quick, quick, everyone, take out your mobile phones and vote for Teacher Song Ci! If anyone doesn't vote later and I find out, we'll break up our friendship! Humph!"
Several of her teammates looked at me and me, with a hint of helplessness in their eyes.
But everyone still carefully turned out their mobile phones, clicked on the competition page of the poetry conference, and voted for Song Ci.
And the next moment, something even more outrageous happened.
Li Siyu's assistant carried a box over.
After opening the box, everyone found that there were dozens of mobile phones inside.
Li Siyu greeted everyone hurriedly: "Come on, come on, help me out, give each person three mobile phones and continue voting for Song Ci! Come on, you girl, stop eating, eat after voting!" The voting time is only two minutes, if you miss it, you will have no chance!”
If this wasn't enough, Li Siyu quickly posted a Weibo post calling on her fans to vote for Song Ci.
Tang Shi is sitting on the sofa. Today is her time to rest.
She was holding a little baby and watching the live broadcast of Song Ci's competition.
"This poem is so well written!" She sighed while taking out her mobile phone to vote for Song Ci.
Song Hongdou was also going to the capital at this time.
It is less than 10 kilometers away from the headquarters of CCTV.
At this time, she was recording a song in a recording studio. After singing, she walked out of the soundproof room, quickly waved to her assistant and said, "How are you? Are the results of the Song Ci competition out?"
"Not yet, sister! Now Teacher Song Ci has just read out his work. It is a particularly touching piece about missing one's hometown!"
Song Hongdou's eyes lit up when she heard it, and she quickly took the phone and took a look.
While drinking a cold drink, she called on everyone in the studio to quickly vote for Song Ci.
Live broadcast, a few minutes later.
The host held a tablet and announced to the audience, the audience in front of the TV, and the audience in the live broadcast room that Song Ci had won the PK with Yuan Qing with more than 30 million votes.
Song Ci calmly stood in the center of the stage and bowed 90 degrees to the audience.
Then he held up the microphone and said a few words to thank everyone for their support.
Yuan Qing's eyes suddenly darkened.
For a moment, he simply couldn't bear the fact that he was eliminated by Song Ci.
He kicked his legs and almost fainted on the stage.
Song Ci's quick eyesight and quick hands quickly caught him.
Yuan Qing's legs were weak at this moment, and the staff who rushed over quickly helped him down.
When the family saw Song Ci winning the competition, there were excited cheers.
The third grandfather was so excited that he burst into tears and shouted, "My old Song family is going to have a literary star."
Li Siyu and her six teammates were all sitting in the nanny car, and everyone had a rather strange expression on their face.
Song Ci won this game and a few people were quite able to accept it.
But Li Siyu put one hand on her hip, as if Song Ci had put in a lot of effort to win the game:
"You guys, don't look at me like this. It's not like you don't know Song Ci's ability to write songs. Let's vote for him now. If we ask him to help us write songs in the future, that's not right. Is it better?"
Li Siyu's words made several teammates' eyes light up.
Apart from anything else, the songs that Li Siyu and Song Ci collaborated on before are still some of Li Siyu's most popular works.
It even surpasses the popularity of more than 90% of the works of Rainbow Girl Group.
So several other teammates were also very jealous.
But everyone suffers from having little contact with Song Ci.
So for a while, I felt envious and jealous in my heart.
When she heard Li Siyu say this, a teammate immediately came up to her and said to her with a smile:
"Xiao Yu, look at it, we haven't released an album in almost two years, right? You have such a good relationship with Teacher Song Ci now. Do you think you should talk to him when you have time and ask him to help us make one? Let’s make an album!”
Some teammates also came up and complained: "Teacher Song Ci writes good songs, this is recognized! But he may not be suitable for our girl group style. What we need is dance music, do you understand?"
Li Siyu confidently and assured everyone, "Don't worry, I will definitely talk to Mr. Song Ci when I have the chance to see if he can help us make an album, hehe!"
Today is the first day of the 32-to-16 poetry competition.
The eight winners headed by Song Ci were determined.
The names of these eight people naturally appeared on the front pages of major media again, causing another storm of discussion among netizens.
Among them, this song from the Song Dynasty has made some netizens over 30 years old unconsciously emo.
Everyone has fallen into the melancholy and resentment of not being able to go back to their hometown or their childhood when they grow up.
After the game, Song Ci and Liao Jie left the CCTV building together.
It was almost 11:00 at night.
Song lyrics were deliberately waiting.
Early on, there was just too much media out there.
And even now, when he walked out of the CCTV gate, nearly 30 media members surrounded him in an instant.
Countless long guns and short cannons were handed to Song Ci.
Song Ci bowed to the media and showed an expression asking everyone to let him go:
"Everyone, don't you want to rest? You're still squatting here with me so late!"
The reporters burst into laughter.
Soon there was a female reporter who was the first to ask:
"Teacher Song Ci, Yuan Qing, your opponent for elimination tonight, has actually said in public more than once that he is targeting the champion of this poetry competition.
"So, do you have anything to say about defeating him this time? After all, he was indeed a little impatient at the scene today!"
Song Ci glanced at the reporter lightly, and then said:
"You reporter... you are picking things up. We are participating in the competition. Who doesn't want to go further? So just show your best work.
"As for the outcome, it is up to the audience to decide. I was lucky enough to win everyone's favor today. I would also like to thank every friend who voted for me. Thank you all."
Then Song Ci answered several questions from journalist friends.
When he was about to leave, an old man wearing a gray-white gown with a high bun and a long beard stood not far away and suddenly roared with a look on his face. Angry said:
"You stinky media will only praise the stinky feet of such actors in the entertainment industry! Such actors should not be allowed to participate in this kind of national voting competition! He asked his idiot fans to vote for us. Are you drowned? Do you really think the result of today’s competition is fair? It’s like letting these groupies ride on the brains of our poetry circle and shit! Sad! It’s simply sad!”
This man spewed a long string of words, extremely angry.
The implication behind the words is that the reason Song Ci was able to win the competition was because of his huge fan base in the entertainment industry.
After all, this is a competition where viewers across the country can vote through their mobile phone numbers.
Song Ci had no expression on his face when he heard this. Gujing Wubo glanced at the man, and then asked the reporter beside him: "Who is he? Why is he so angry?"
When the reporters first started, they were stunned by the man's angry roar.
But their keen intuition as journalists immediately made them excited, and they took pictures of the man.
Then when they heard Song Ci's question again, they quickly answered:
"This is Shi Chenglei, a master of poetry in Qingzhou. He also advanced to the competition today."
Song Ci frowned slightly.
In fact, he knew very little about the people in the so-called poetry circle in China.
So he didn't know who this Shi Chenglei was.
Seeing Song Ci's confused face, several reporters were extremely excited.
As for Song Ci's scene just now, which seemed to be quite disdainful to Cheng Lei, they could write a 3,000-word essay when they went back to describe Song Ci's psychological activities.
So a few reporters quickly added more words:
"Teacher Song Ci, Master Shi's strength is extraordinary! Five of his works have been included in primary and secondary school textbooks.
"And he himself is also the absolute representative of the Qingzhou Graceful School! He is an unparalleled figure in the history of contemporary poetry!
"This teacher is quite critical of you right now. I think you should go over and explain to him. After all, we all hang out in the world of martial arts. It's not easy to make enemies but to make friends easily!"
Song Ci listened silently to what these reporters said, and he probably knew in his heart that these people just wanted him to have more sparks with Shi Chenglei in the past.
But he really didn't like what the old boy said, so he walked over to him.
Shi Chenglei stood on the spot, holding his hands in front of himself, tilting his head slightly, looking at Song Ci with disdain.
"Old gentleman, I disagree with what you just said. If you think there is something wrong with the competition system, then why did you participate in the first place?" Song Ci said lightly.
Shi Chenglei snorted coldly:
“Everyone on this stage uses their works to speak for themselves, but ask yourself, are the people who vote for you because of your works or because of your popularity?
“I believe there will be many more people who like your songs than those who like your poems, right?
"I don't deny your achievements in our so-called entertainment industry, but you have to know that our stage is about poetry, not about others!
"If you are really serious about it, I suggest you quit the competition. Don't make it a joke in the end, you know?"
Hearing what the old boy said, Song Ci shook his head and didn't want to talk to him anymore. He had nothing to say.
But Shi Chenglei took another step forward and said seriously to the media who had surrounded the two people on three floors inside and three outside:
"If you don't withdraw from the competition, Song Ci...do you have the courage to join me in the next round and let the two of us compete directly?"
When Shi Chenglei said these words, the media at the scene immediately opened their mouths into an O shape.
Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, the eyes are burning with the fire of gossip.
Song Ci's body that had turned to leave suddenly stopped at this moment.
He turned around slightly, glanced at the old boy, and then said seriously:
“I agree to your invitation, but I don’t know if the organizing committee of the event will agree to our request.
"But I can also put my words here. If the organizing committee agrees, then I have no problem. And, I will write a song in the graceful style that you are best at!"
…
This episode between Song Ci and Shi Chenglei after the game was posted online by many media half an hour later, causing a stir.
Netizens across the country started gossiping.
"I'll go! Let's fight. Let's fight. There will be something good to see in the next round!"
"Song Ci is a little too arrogant, isn't he? The number one person in the contemporary elegance school in China is Teacher Shi. Song Ci actually wants to defeat others in the style they are best at? I think this is a bit too much, and from If you look at Song Ci's previous works, he has never written in the graceful style, right?"
"I think Shi Chenglei is right! Song Ci really took advantage of his large fan base!"
"I'll go! What do you think of our fan circle? Do you really think that our group of fans can support half of the poetry conference? It's really funny!"
The matter suddenly became very popular.
Yuan Si's home.
Yuan Qing, who had been defeated by Song Ci, sat blankly on the sofa and had not yet come back to his senses.
Yuan Sizhi looked at his son, whose eyes were blank, and at this moment he also saw the interview between Shi Chenglei and Song Ci.
A look of anger appeared on his face, and he said viciously:
"This boy Song Ci is really too arrogant! How dare he speak like this to a literary senior who is several rounds older than him? In the next round, I hope Lao Shi will teach Song Ci a lesson! Let this boy be eliminated directly. Let me help you take a deep breath!"
Yuan Qing also heard the news his father told him.
At this time, his eyes slowly came back to reality, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Song Ci is too pretentious. Does he think that if I win, he can do whatever he wants? No one can beat Uncle Lei in terms of graceful style! "
On the morning of the second day, the official competition organizing committee of the Poetry Conference released a message.
The tournament organizing committee agreed to the invitation for Song Ci and Shi Chenglei to have a PK fight in the next round.
And directly designated the two people's participating style to be graceful style.
This news shocked everyone's jaws.
Last night's melon-eaters woke up early in the morning and saw the news. They all wiped their eyes and suspected that they were hallucinating before their eyes.
"What happened...is this really the first time we have competed in so many poetry conferences?"
"There is something, there really is something! But this matter is simply unfair! This is simply bullying Song Ci. Shi Chenglei has long had his own style in the Wanyue school, and he has the style of everyone! How dare he compete with Song Ci? "
"If I were Shi Chenglei, I would not use the graceful style that I am good at. I would challenge the style of Song Ci!"
"But what is the style of Song poetry?"
Just when netizens were quite critical of Song Ci and Shi Chenglei's use of graceful styles.
Shi Chenglei once again communicated with the official organizing committee of the event.
Finally, it was decided that the Song Ci competition would use a graceful style, while Shi Chenglei would use a heroic style!
(End of chapter)
