"Qingqiu, please sit down, don't be constrained." 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 slightly awkwardly.
"Then let's have a cup of coffee. It's a bit 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?" Xiang Nan asked concernedly when he saw this.
"It's okay~" Leng Qingqiu shook his head, drank the coffee like a bitter pill, and then pretended to be nonchalant.
"Hey, little fool, coffee needs to be added with sugar and milk to make it taste better." Xiang Nan explained with a smile, "Here, let me add it for you."
Then, he added two spoons of sugar and a few spoons of milk for her, "Try it again and see how it tastes?"
Leng Qingqiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and quickly picked up the coffee and took a sip. It tasted much better, with a strange aroma.
"Let's try some more snacks. This is tiramisu, this is chocolate mousse, this is fruit milk pudding..." Xiang Nan introduced with a smile.
No girl can resist sweets, not to mention that these Western snacks are not only unique in shape, but also very delicious in taste. They are much more delicious than the Badajia, Saqima and Mi San Dao from Daoxiang Village and Guishunzhai.
After Leng Qingqiu tried it, it was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating it. Later, I was really shy, so I just tried it briefly.
…
At a poetry gathering, eating and drinking are nothing more than trivial matters, while poetry reading is the serious business.
Poets took to the stage one after another to recite their works for everyone to comment on.
Except for the newcomer Leng Qingqiu, all those who could be invited by Xinmin Times were all famous people in the industry.
After all, this meeting was organized by Xiang Nan behind the scenes. The purpose was to entertain the stars, set up a stage for poetry, and Xiang Nan to sing opera.
If the foils are too bad, they are just a bunch of losers, and they will not be able to complement Xiang Nan.
Leng Qingqiu listened to everyone's works and felt that they were quite good, which really gained her a lot of knowledge.
"Brother Yan Xi, please tell us what new works he has written recently~" The atmosphere of the poetry meeting became more and more intense, and when it reached its climax, Cai Hongwen, editor of Xinmin Times, said with a smile.
"Hey, how can I dare to show my embarrassment when all the seniors are here?" Xiang Nan waved his hand and said with a smile.
"Hey, brother Yanxi, don't hide your clumsiness, we are all ears to hear your masterpiece~"
"That's right, Brother Yanxi is a new talent in today's poetry world. His poetry attainments are quite good. He should show off his talents."
"Brother Yanxi, don't be too humble. There is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. Poetry is all the way, who cares about the seniors and the juniors?"
Everyone laughed.
"Okay, in that case, I will read my new poem." Seeing this, Xiang Nan stood up and said, "'I am a willful child'."
"Maybe
I am a child spoiled by my mother
I am willful
I hope
every moment
All as beautiful as colored crayons
…
I want to be on the earth
Paint all the windows
Let all eyes accustomed to darkness
All used to light
…
I only have me
My fingers and the pain
Just tear the pieces apart
beloved white paper
Let them look for butterflies
Let them disappear today"
Xiang Nan chanted slowly, his voice full of magnetism.
Everyone looked at him intently and listened to his new poem.
Leng Qingqiu's face was filled with admiration. Such a fresh and touching poem was so beautiful and romantic.
…
"Okay, Brother Yanxi's new poem is really good. My favorite line is 'I want to fill the earth with windows, so that all the eyes that are accustomed to darkness will become accustomed to light.' It's really interesting."
"Brother Yanxi's "Generation", in just two lines, describes the characteristics of a generation. Now this new poem is a call for light, innocence, and beauty. Good poetry, good poetry."
"Brother Yan Xi's new poem is natural, not deliberately sculpted, full of emotion and rich imagination. When you read it slowly, a simple and pure beauty comes to life on the page. After careful aftertaste, the profoundness in its simplicity lingers in your heart. .”
After the new poem was recited, everyone praised it one after another.
"Thank you, thank you~" Xiang Nan said with a modest smile, "Okay, I've started to make some suggestions, seniors, please continue~" After that, he sat down.
"Teacher Jin, your poem is so well written." Leng Qingqiu said with admiration.
She couldn't even think of the idea for such an innocent, childlike and profound poem, let alone write it out.
"Getting this compliment from you makes me happier than a hundred compliments from others." Xiang Nan said with a smile.
Leng Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, then blushed.
…
At five o'clock, the poetry meeting ends.
Xiang Nan and Leng Qingqiu said goodbye to everyone at the door of the hotel.
The driver Dehai drove Xiang Nan's Ford car to the door.
"Qingqiu, how are you going home?" Xiang Nan asked with a smile.
"I can just hire a car myself." Leng Qingqiu replied.
"That's too much trouble. Get in the car and I'll give you a ride." Xiang Nan smiled.
"No need, Teacher Jin, why bother you?" Leng Qingqiu waved his hand.
"It's not troublesome, it's just a matter of doing something. Come on up." Xiang Nan invited.
Leng Qingqiu hesitated for a moment, 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 city is rich, the west is noble, the south is poor, and the north is humble. Luohua Hutong is in the south, where ordinary people live. In comparison, the Jin family lived in the west of the city, where dignitaries lived.
"Dehai, Luohua Hutong." Xiang Nan immediately ordered, and the car started and drove towards Luohua Hutong.
This was Leng Qingqiu's first time taking a car, and it felt more comfortable and faster than a rickshaw. Moreover, the car is so beautiful and has a light fragrance, which is really intoxicating.
"How about it, Qingqiu, will you gain a lot from attending the meeting today?" Xiang Nan said with a smile.
"Yes." Leng Qingqiu nodded, "Those seniors wrote very good poems, and their comments were also very accurate. I felt that I benefited a lot from listening to them."
"So, you should often participate in such activities in the future." 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 more with everyone and learn more. It’s not enough to do things behind closed doors on your own.”
"Yes, Teacher Jin." Leng Qingqiu nodded.
She also felt that such a poem would be very good. Not only could she learn a lot of things, but she would also have delicious coffee and pastries. I can still get recognition from 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 smiled sweetly and got out of the car.
And just when she got off the bus, a man in his fifties with a mustache, a thunderous face, and a pair of small glasses the size of copper coins happened to arrive home.
When I saw Leng Qingqiu riding home in a car, I couldn't help but be stunned. When I looked at the license plate number again, I couldn't help but be shocked.
