The Shocking Memories of Red Cliff
"Haha, a web novelist like you should have left long ago. Even if you sit here until the end, you're just asking to be humiliated.”An Yang mocked.
"Yeah, let's go. Go back and write your online novel!”
"That's right, let's go! You're not on the same level as us at all.”
"I really don't know how someone with such terrible writing skills managed to advance.”
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"Lin Yuan, did you hear that? No one here welcomes you. If I were you, I would have already left.”An Yang became even more arrogant.
"Do you look down on web novelists?”Suddenly, an old voice sounded.
"Of course, other than writing about fighting and killing, what else do they write? In my opinion, it's rubbish, mental drugs.”An Yang said disdainfully.
At this moment, he also looked at the person who spoke.
Immediately, An Yang's expression froze. Her mouth was wide open, and her face was filled with disbelief.
"Tang…Elder Tang?" An Yang's voice trembled.
Not only An Yang, but almost all the writers present became cautious.
Tang Wenzhong glanced at An Yang coldly, and he immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
He went straight to Chief Wang and said,"Why did you say that Lin Yuan lost his qualifications?”
"I'm worried that he cheated to enter the semi-finals, so…" said Chief Wang.
"Are you worried? Without any concrete evidence, he decided to disqualify him? Wang Hwa, you disappoint me. I can tell you that Lin Yuan's judge is me. So, are you going to say that I'm helping Lin Yuan cheat?”
"I wouldn't dare!" Even if Wang Hwa had the guts, he wouldn't dare to say that. Otherwise, he would be drowned in the saliva of Master Tang's supporters.
Moreover, everyone in the literary circle knew that Elder Tang was famous for his strictness and fairness. He would definitely not do something like that.
Tang Wenzhong looked at Anyang and said,"Anyang, I know you. You're a rising star in modern poetry."”
Hearing Elder Tang's words, An Yang felt her bones go soft. How high was the evaluation of a rising star of modern poetry?
"However, young man, if you want to write good poems, you must first learn to be a human being. First of all, you have to be right!"
Hearing this, An Yang's face immediately turned red.
Was Elder Tang saying that he had evil intentions?
Seeing the strange gazes of the people around her, An Yang wished she could hide in the ground. It was really too embarrassing.
Mr. Tang looked at the writers around him and then at the judges. He took a microphone and said loudly,"Just now, someone questioned Lin Yuan and looked down on his background. What's wrong? What's wrong with writing online novels? I don't think so!
I can tell everyone that I personally reviewed Lin Yuan's article and agreed to let him enter the semi-finals. Do you know why I sealed his article?
It wasn't because he didn't write well. On the contrary, this child's writing was too outstanding. Compared to his articles, what you guys wrote was just nonsense.”
Lin Yuan smiled bitterly in his heart when he saw the unconvinced expressions of the people around him. Wasn't Elder Tang trying to attract hatred for him?
"I know that many of you aren't convinced. Since that's the case, let's appreciate Lin Yuan's essay before the semi-finals officially begin. We'll let you see what a true expert is!”
Elder Tang handed a piece of paper to the host of the event, Zhu Chen.
Zhu Chen took the piece of paper and looked at the words on it. He was shocked.
"Read it well." Elder Tang smiled.
"It is my honor to be able to read such words aloud.”Zhu Chen said seriously.
Next, Zhu Chen began to read the poem "Nian Nujiao" in a cadence. Memories of the Ancient Red Cliff.
Accompanied by Zhu Chen's magnetic voice, a classic phrase was recited by him.
The great river flows east, the waves wash away, he is a legendary figure. On the west side of the old camp, people said: Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Red Cliff. Rocks and clouds were scattered, the waves cracked the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were swept up. The landscape was like a painting, and there were many heroes at that time.
Thinking back to the time when Gongjin first married, Xiao Qiao was a heroic figure. With a feather fan and a turban, the strong enemy was reduced to ashes when they talked and laughed. I'm lost in my own country. I'm so sentimental that I should laugh at me. I've long had gray hair. The world is like a dream, a statue of the moon in the river.
After reading the complete poem, the entire place fell silent.
Almost everyone's face revealed a shocked expression.
Was this really a work for the preliminaries?
Why was it so shocking?
Many people had their eyes closed. They were reminiscing about this poem, reminiscing about the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy that this poem had brought to them.
An Yang's face turned extremely pale.
He couldn't believe his ears. Was this really written by Lin Yuan?
How was this possible?
He was a web novel writer, how could he write such shocking words?
He clenched his fists tightly and stared at Lin Yuan. If looks could kill, Lin Yuan would have been riddled with holes.
After a long time, thunderous applause sounded.
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