One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

Viewers watching a show in front of a TV.

"This foreigner is too rampant! Holding something that belongs to our country, he even asks us to win it back

?" "What is the Huhai TV station doing? Deliberately? Isn't this a slap in the face? There are also those people in the writers' association, aren't they self-proclaimed poetry? Why doesn't anyone stand up at this time

?" "I think those people in the writers' association are just in vain, and they are pretending to be in China, why haven't I seen a single Chinese person in those foreign literary awards?"

"Although that foreigner hates it, what he says is also reasonable, there is no word that surpasses the ancients in a big country? "

What about Lao Gu? Isn't Lao Gu very good at writing songs! Let him come out to educate and educate this foreign devil!"

"Can writing songs be the same as writing lyrics? Don't take ignorance as personality, I admit that Gu Qingyun's songs are well written, but when it comes to lyrics, he really can't do it."

"If only that person was there at the Shanghai Awards Gala, that answer, listen to my enthusiasm!"

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Mid-Autumn Festival party scene.

Just when everyone was glaring at Ben Laja, who was standing on the stage, and there was nothing to be done, just when Feng Qiang and the leaders of Huhai TV had nothing to do.

A voice suddenly appeared in people's ears like a heavenly sound.

Wang Xiaoxiao turned around suddenly, and Gu Qingyun, who was originally sitting beside him, was nowhere to be found.

raised his eyes to look at the passage again, and found that Gu Qingyun was standing there, holding a microphone that he didn't know where to snatch it, and looking at Ben Laja on the stage with a smile on his face.

In Wang Xiaoxiao's gaze, Gu Qingyun still looks like that at this moment, but the confident smile is a little dazzling.

All the audience turned around in unison, trying to find out who was speaking.

In the end, their eyes were fixed on the passage behind the auditorium, and at this time, the lighting master, a light hit him, as if the king had returned.

This made Gu Qingyun a little speechless, to be honest, this light was a little shaky, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Feng Qiang and the leaders of Huhai TV also looked at the figure and were silent.

They each have a number of what the relationship between the two is, if it is any one person today, they will be warmly invited to entertain, only the person in front of them, no.

"Feng Zhuang, it's Gu Qingyun, look, do you want to send someone up to pull him away? Don't look at the target without looking at the target when you are in the limelight?"

At this time, the staff looked at Feng Qiang's face as black as the bottom of a pot, and felt that it was time to show their loyalty.

He didn't think that Gu Qingyun would be able to write words that surpassed the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon.

Feng Qiang turned around and slapped the staff on the back of the head, and angrily reprimanded: "Do you have in your head! At this time, you go and pull him away? Let's not talk about whether he has the strength or not, just by this move, Huhai TV's face will be completely lost!"

As for whether the other party has the strength, Feng Qiang still doesn't understand? That answer, his uncle is still recuperating in the hospital!

Ben La's words were interrupted, he didn't move, looked at Gu Qingyun who interrupted him, and said: "There is a saying in your Chinese country, which is called beating a swollen face and making a fat man.

Gu Qingyun walked to the stage with a smile, and said as he walked, "It seems that you are still a Hua Guotong?" Since you know the ancient sayings, do you know a truth

, that is, it is natural to repay debts? Take our words and ask us to write a poem that surpasses this word before we return the word, is this word your word or our word?"

Gu Qingyun had already walked to the stage as he spoke, facing Ben Lazha, and said with a smile on his face.

Ben Laja was confused by Gu Qingyun, what are your words, my words, his words, whose words is this?

The audience in the audience also laughed when they heard Gu Qingyun's roundabout, just like this, I really can't understand any ninth-level Chinese.

Looking at Ben Laja, who looked confused, Gu Qingyun didn't intend to explain, but said: "Listen to what you just meant, do you mean that as long as I come up with a better word than the Mid-Autumn Festival to the moon, you will return the original manuscript of this poem to us?"

"Are you saying that you can write better words than Nian Nujiao, Mid-Autumn Festival to the moon?" said Ben Laja, looking incredulous.

"The wisdom of the ancients is unparalleled, my generation can only do our best, I just want to ask now, do you say that the word of restitution counts, can you represent the country alone?"

Gu Qingyun looked solemn, this matter must be clarified, if he is just a mouthful, then Gu Qingyun really has no need to talk to him.

"This little friend, Ben Lascar's identity is still very weighty, I won't say much about the specifics, just say it, if he admits it, that word will be returned.

Feng Yushan suddenly opened his mouth and explained to Gu Qingyun.

When Gu Qingyun heard this explanation, he suddenly realized, no wonder this old boy was able to recite poetry on this stage, and he was a person with a background for a long time.

Although Feng Yushan said so, he still wanted the other party to admit it.

"I now want you to promise that if I read the words better than the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Moon, then you will return the original manuscript that was stolen from us.

Ben Raja didn't think about it and said, "Yes, I can promise you." "

Indeed, it's useless for them to hold this thing, in the Crystal Palace. Jiaolong Yan, looking at Que Saga, they don't understand what these words mean at all.

The reason why you want to snatch this is purely disgusting.

In fact, strictly speaking, it was not robbed, but purchased from Chinese farmers through special channels.

After all, compared to 500 yuan plus a pennant, foreigners are still wealthy.

Seeing that the other party agreed, Gu Qingyun didn't hide it, and directly opened his mouth to recite.

At this moment, not only the audience and the judges were attentive, but also the audience in front of the TV set folded their hands, hoping that the men on the stage could take back the ancestral things from the hands of those foreigners.

Regarding the attribution of this poem, Hua Guo doesn't know how much effort he has made, but he has never won it back, and even the words they wrote, he can't stand it.

But even so, they still dare to dedicate their own wisdom, even if they will be ridiculed, but so what?

Maybe foreigners like such poems, and they don't understand them anyway.

"When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. "

That's right, it's Su Shi's water tune song head, think about it, Mid-Autumn Festival, and only this water tune song head can hold the scene.

Therefore, in order to be more secure, as soon as this poem comes out, even if the group of people abroad say that the sky is broken, they must return the original manuscript of Wen Zhengming's Nian Nujiao Mid-Autumn Festival to the moon!