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Chapter 14
When An Changqiu was preparing how to deal with Bai Jitong, in a courtyard in Hejianghai City, a rather delicate-looking woman walked into the room angrily.

Seeing this, a beautiful woman in the room gave her daughter a strange look.

"Xiaorui, what's the matter, this is, who made you angry again?"

She had never seen her daughter so angry before, which made her feel slightly puzzled, not knowing what was wrong with her daughter.

"Huh, some guys on Weibo are really disgusting. The poems are obviously very good, and my daughter likes them very much, but the people on Weibo just think that the poems are poorly written. I'm going to scold my daughter to death!"

Zhong Congrui said angrily, after all, it was a girl who was besieged by so many people together, and was scolded as a sailor, with eyes but no eyes, and so on, which directly made her lungs explode.

"What kind of poetry can still make my good granddaughter so angry?"

Before the beautiful woman started to speak, an old man who came out of the study smiled slightly at this moment, and then asked Zhong Congrui.

When Zhong Congrui heard this, a look of joy flashed across his face, "Grandpa, why are you here!"

"Why, is it okay if you don't want to see grandpa come?" The old man immediately asked pretending to be angry when he heard the words.

"No way, Xiaorui is still trying to find you. Grandpa, look at this poem. My granddaughter thinks that this poem is already surpassing that Wenyu's Qixi Festival poem. But on Weibo, especially the poem The association insists that this poem is just sensationalism, and there is no taste of poetry in it."

Zhong Congrui directly took out her mobile phone, then held it, handed it to the old man, and said eagerly to him that she believed in her grandfather's evaluation more than those of the Poetry Association.

If her grandfather's evaluation is still not very good, then she will give up and feel that this poem is not very good.

"Oh? The Qixi Festival poetry that surpasses Wenyu? Isn't that the number one Qixi Festival poetry in the ages?"

Hearing this, the old man was slightly taken aback, then took the mobile phone, and watched it carefully. Originally, the old man's face also had a trace of inadvertent expression, in his opinion.

It is actually very difficult to surpass Wenyu's Qixi poems. How can it be so simple? If it is so simple, it will not be the first Qixi poems in the ages.

However, when he saw the Qixi Festival poems, his original casual face gradually became serious at this time, his eyes were full of surprise, and he stared at the screen for a long time. He didn't speak.

Seeing this, Zhong Congrui at the side didn't dare to take a breath, and looked at his grandfather cautiously. Looking at his grandfather's expression, his grandfather seemed to value the poems quite a lot.

After a long time, Zhong Congrui couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to say something, but at this moment, the old man finally let out a breath, and then his face was extremely complicated.

"Who wrote this poem?"

The moment the old man raised his head, he turned to look at his granddaughter beside him, and then asked a question.

"Well, it's an author who wrote a novel. He wrote this poem in his novel, and then said in it that this poem is better than that Wenyu's poem, which made some people extremely dissatisfied , and then scolded the author on Weibo."

Without any hesitation, Zhong Congrui directly said what he knew, and then asked very nervously, "How about Grandpa, how is this poem written, can it compare to that Wenyu?"

"You child, that Wenyu's Qixi poems are the best in all ages. It's not so easy to surpass."

Before the old man opened his mouth to speak, the beautiful woman on the side immediately responded. In her subconscious mind, she subconsciously felt that this was an impossible thing.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head helplessly, then looked at the beautiful woman, but didn't say much.

"This Qixi Festival poem, in my opinion, has surpassed that Wenyu, especially the last sentence, if the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening? This sentence can be said to be the finishing touch It’s hard to imagine that such a poem was actually written by an author who writes novels.”

At this time, Zhong Kaifu said something with a little emotion. In his tone, there was quite a sigh, but more, it was full of surprises. To be able to write such poems, the author's Talent, definitely very high.

He is already old, and he doesn't have much pursuit of fame and the like, but if he can see a new poet rise, that will definitely be the happiest thing for him.

"Really? Has this poem surpassed that Wenyu?"

Hearing this, Zhong Congrui jumped up excitedly, and then her face was full of surprise. From the first time she saw this poem, she fell in love with it.

And after that, seeing so many people burying this poem, she was scolded like a dog for fighting against injustice.

Right now, she can finally prove that her thoughts are not wrong, so she is not happy!
Zhong Congrui's mother at the side was startled when she heard this, and then her face was full of disbelief. If other people said that, she would definitely sneer, but these words came from her father-in-law. Come out, how dare she do this?

You know, my father-in-law is a master in the world of poetry. As long as those people from the poetry association are with him, to put it bluntly, he is not even worthy of carrying shoes!
It's just that Wenyu has written countless people's recognition, the first Qixi Festival poem in the ages, now, is it possible that it has been surpassed by a latecomer?And it was the era they lived in, but not those times when the poems were extremely bright?
"Great, Grandpa, please help me, quickly write a Weibo, and help to clarify, these people are really hateful, the author clearly wrote such good poems, but he just wants to keep belittling him Seal the book!"

At this moment, Zhong Congrui's face was full of joy. While taking out her mobile phone, she said to her grandfather that she naturally knew the identity of her grandfather.

Although it has been fading out for many years, as long as my grandfather comes forward, these rumors will definitely be self-defeating.

Compared with the authority of those poetry associations, my grandfather's authority is stronger than theirs. It can be said that my grandfather's side is the genuine one, and the people from the poetry association are at best a fake.

(End of this chapter)