"Everyone."
Fan Yingying walked to Chen Feng and looked at everyone present with a smile: "Last time you clamored to see our newly promoted poetry god in Rongcheng. Now that he is present, we will invite him to say something, how about?"
This proposal, everyone including Fan Wenliang nodded in agreement.
"Hey." Chen Feng sighed silently in his heart.
Originally promised Fan Yingying to come to the Writers Association Conference, he just wanted to come and eat.
Unexpectedly, a wave of unsatisfactory recurred, he was so forced, it is impossible not to pretend to be big today.
Take the microphone.
Chen Feng pretended to think for a few seconds, and then said loudly:
"All of you here are my predecessors, thanks to your love, let me briefly say a few words about my feelings when I was reading and writing articles."
A pair of eyes looked at Chen Feng expectantly.
"The heart is like a fertile field, and nourishment can grow.
Miao is irrigated with spring water, and the heart is raised by courtesy and justice.
If you don't study for a day, you have no good ideas.
Without reading for a month, I lost my ears and eyes."
After reciting "Reading, Seeing and Writing", Chen Feng said seriously: "The truth I realized is that if you want to write a good article, you must read more. As a member of the Writers Association, I take reading as the joy of life. If I don’t study for a day, I will feel uncomfortable!"
Happiness!
The impassioned words caused everyone in the audience to applaud.
"The poetry god said so good!"
"I was so excited after what I said, I can't wait to go home and read a book immediately!"
"At a young age, my consciousness is much higher than mine. Rongcheng is going to be a genius!"
"Listen to the Lord's words, win over ten years of reading, join the Rongcheng Writers Association, and have no regrets in this life!"
Amidst the excitement of the crowd, a middle-aged man stood up, raised his fist, and shouted: "The god of poetry is awesome, the god of poetry is mighty!"
With such a shout, someone immediately followed.
"The god of poetry is awesome, the god of poetry is mighty!"
"The god of poetry is awesome, the god of poetry is mighty!"
A hundred writers from the Rongcheng Writers Association stood up and shouted in unison. The scene was quite spectacular.
People who didn't know saw it and thought it was a pyramid scheme.
Fan Wenliang was also very emotional.
Supported by Su Yunzi, he walked onto the stage and said solemnly: "Chen Feng is right. Every one of us here should have such a spirit of reading. I will copy this poem and hang it. We are the Writers Association to inspire you!"
Happiness!
Fan Wenliang's proposal won applause from the audience.
Fan Yingying smiled and said: "At the same time, every poem that Chen Feng wrote today will be compiled on behalf of our magazine and compiled into a collection of poems for publication, which will become a model for you to learn.
Happiness!
The applause in the box was endless.
Everyone looked at Chen Feng with a look of immortality, and they came up to ask for autographs and group photos in an endless stream.
Chen Feng himself didn't like this kind of scene, he frowned and stroked his forehead with his hand.
Fan Yingying noticed this detail and asked with concern: "Xiao Feng, what's the matter with you, are you unwell?"
Chen Feng pretended to nod: "I have a headache."
"Then I will take you to rest." Fan Yingying helped clear the crowd.
Chen Feng opened one eye and closed one eye: "Then trouble Sister Yingying."
Seeing that Chen Feng's body looked a little weak, Fan Yingying put his head on her shoulders, supported his arm with her right hand, and helped him out of the box slowly.
Su Yunzi also followed Chen Feng when she saw Chen Feng was unwell.
"Brother Xiaofeng, are you okay?"
"I think his face is a little ugly, I will take him to the open room to rest first."
Fan Yingying frowned, and said reproachfully: "I am all to blame. Xiao Feng should have a headache because he doesn't like this kind of scene."
"Sister Yingying, I'm actually fine!"
Seeing Fan Yingying blaming herself, Chen Feng couldn't bear it, and immediately stopped pretending to be sick.
"Xiaofeng, you don't have to hold on, just say it if you feel uncomfortable. If it doesn't work, I will drive you to the hospital for a checkup now."
Chen Feng was a little bit eager to cry this time without tears: "Sister Yingying, I'm really fine, you see, I am alive and well, where does it look like I'm sick?"
"Is it all right?"
Fan Yingying was suspicious, raised the back of her hand and pressed it to Chen Feng's forehead.
Chen Feng grabbed Yingyingyu's hand and smiled harmlessly, "I'm really fine. If you don't believe me, touch it more."
After speaking, Chen Feng grabbed her hand and pressed it to all parts of her cheek, and then moved closer to the neck.
"Xiao Feng..." Fan Yingying's cheeks were blushing, and she was obviously embarrassed, "Well, I believe you are okay, let me go.
Chen Feng obediently let go of Fan Yingying's hand.
Fan Yingying pushed a strand of broken hair behind her ears, stared at Chen Feng for a few seconds, and suddenly pursed her lips and chuckles.
Chen Feng puzzled: "Sister Yingying, why are you laughing at me suddenly?"
"I laugh at you for being cute."
A big man is praised as cute, and Chen Feng always feels a little awkward.
"Sister Yingying, you can laugh at me for being handsome, you can laugh at me as talented, but smiling at me is cute, I always sound weird."
Fan Yingying's mouth smiled even more: "Why, you are not happy, you have a little temper?"
Chen Feng smiled and scratched the back of his head: "Then how dare I, Sister Yingying said what I am, what I am."
Fan Yingying's phone rang.
She answered the phone and smiled and said to Chen Feng and Su Yunzi: "Well, you two go and play, there is still something on the writers' association, I have to deal with it first."
Chen Feng nodded.
When he got out of the box, he immediately felt that the air outside was much fresher.
It was still early, and Chen Feng took Su Yunzi around outside, had lunch, watched a movie, and then went with her to pick Su Xinyao from school.
As soon as he got off the car, Chen Feng saw Su Xinyue walking out of the classroom with Su Xinyao.
"Brother Xiaofeng!"
Xiao Nian Luo rushed into Chen Feng's arms, sucking the breath from him.
Su Xinyue grabbed her collar and looked disgusted: "You still suck in a bad smell, are you afraid of poisoning?"
"Brother Xiaofeng doesn't smell bad, it smells."
Su Xinyue threw Su Xinyao's schoolbag into Chen Feng's hand: "What are you still doing, do you want to see Wuyi?"
"Yes!" Su Xinyao's eyes lighted when she heard Wu Yi.
Chen Feng asked curiously: "Who is Wu Yi?"
Su Yunzi explained with a smile: "It's a singer from Rongcheng who participated in the talent show debut. Today, I will go to the cruise ship by the East Lake to sing. Many little girls are attracted to him."
Su Xinyao grabbed the corners of Chen Feng's clothes with both hands, and said coquettishly: "Brother Xiao Feng, you also come to see with us~"
Chen Feng looked at Su Xinyue.
Su Xinyue looked away.
He raised his hand and rubbed Su Xinyao's little head fondly: "Okay, let's go together, it just so happens that your sixth sister also wants to go.
Su Yunzi's eyes widened in surprise: "Brother Xiaofeng, how do you know that I am also an unintentional fan?"
"Your eyes are glowing, don't I know?" Chen Feng curled his lips.