Lin Muyu stared out the car window. She fled the metropolis more than once, and then appeared in the metropolis again. After studying, she returned to China, looking for a place where the soul can live. The British mentor asked her to stay in London more than once, feeling that what she learned could only be displayed in London.

But after all, it's not what she likes.

The journey was not long, and the train drove to Gongshi in more than 30 minutes.

Su Budong got out of the car and opened the door and helped Lin Muyu out. Lin Muyu's pair of legs stretched out from the car. He wrapped his woolen coat tightly, then walked up with Su Budong's arm.

Su Budong felt the touch from his arms, and couldn't help but feel dry. Lin Muyu smiled sweetly at him, and then said, "Can you dance?"

Su Budong honestly replied: "No."

"ah?"

The two were talking, and Haisheng had already been waiting outside the bar. When he saw Su Budong and Lin Muyu coming together, he came to greet him and said, "Budong, you are here. My friends all want to see you."

Su Budong introduced to Haisheng: "This is a top student who graduated from Lin Muyu, Penn University."

Even the poet was shocked by Lin Muyu's beauty, and shook hands with a little blushing: "Welcome to our party, Miss Lin."

The two of them walked into the bar with Haisheng, and the bar was lit with candles, which made the atmosphere look hazy and romantic.

A few people have already started to recite their newly created poems. Bei Xiaodao sat in the middle, listening quietly. He held a glass cup in his hand and took a few sips from time to time.

Haisheng brought Su Budong to Bei Xiaodao and said to Bei Xiaodao: "This is the person you want to meet."

Su Budong was a famous person when he attended the Spring Festival Gala. When Bei Xiaodao saw Su Budong, he smiled and said, "The tiger-beating hero is here."

Su Budong knew that he was not like a poet, so he said with shame: "Compared with you poets like Bei Xiaodao, I am still a layman."

Bei Xiaodao put down his cup and shook his hand and said, "I went to work as a worker after graduating from high school. I can't say that I am an expert. The important thing about writing poetry is inspiration and the use of words. Haisheng said that your major is liberal arts. Among us, you have a high education."

Su Budong said: "Yes, majoring in the international sociology of comprehensive culture, as long as you have artistic conception, your academic qualifications do not represent anything. In fact, I especially like your "Answer": 'I don't believe that even if there are a thousand challengers under your feet, then I will count me as the 1,000th. I don't believe that the sky is blue, I don't believe that the echoes of thunder, I don't believe that dreams are fake, I don't believe that death is retribution', this is what only people with rich hearts say." Su Budong forgot what he learned.

"Haisheng showed me the poems you wrote. I have seen the poems you wrote. They are very good, with the style of modern poetry and the feelings of those poets during the Republic of China. You formed a structure in your own language, which is very close to the essence of poetry." Bei Xiaodao said. "You can recite your poems to everyone later."

Su Budong nodded with a smile. He introduced Lin Muyu to Bei Xiaodao again. When Bei Xiaodao saw Lin Muyu, he couldn't help but sigh: "In "Dream of Red Mansions", it says: 'My daughter is made of flesh and flesh, and men are made of flesh and flesh.' When we meet Miss Lin, we men feel that the stinky smell is impatient."

Lin Muyu's face turned slightly red when he was praised by Bei Xiaodao. He smiled and shook his head and said that he had just dressed up carefully.

Soon, the poet who was reciting the poem he had just written finished reciting, which received warm applause from the audience.

Xi Xiaodao stood up and signaled everyone to be quiet. After everyone was quiet, he began to introduce Su Budong: "We have a new friend today. His name is Su Budong. His poem is called Songs and Far. Everyone welcomes you."

Warm applause sounded. The poets were curious about where Subudong was.

Subudong Station was snatched, bowed slightly to everyone, and then began to recite.

"Life is not just about the misery in front of you / There are also poetry and distance / I stubbornly block the drunken sunlight / almost crazy / I look back several times in my dreams and sing softly / Who wants to ferry the chief of the forgetful river / Forgot the past life / Vaguely look the old time / The pear blossoms are white, the pink and tender intestine / The girl with bamboo cloth umbrella / Sneak in the deep alley / Those broken images / Like the old story / The title page is yellow / In this life, fate turns into a flower burial / A bluestone is safe / Stepping on a pure land / This / It's like this / It's like this / It's like this /"

When Su Budong was reciting, Lin Muyu looked at Su Budong quietly. She thought Su Budong was just invited to attend such a party, and she never thought that Su Budong could write poetry too. Moreover, his poems, coupled with his magnetic voice, seemed so romantic and tender under the burning candlelight.

After Su Budong finished reciting, the poets whispered to each other. They seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, and then secretly discussed it.

Bei Xiaodao stood up and said, "Poetry is the objectification of the soul, the pursuit of constantness, and through the words of poetry, it has become the norm of life. Su Budong's poems allow us to appreciate a kind of unobstructed and an encounter between poetry and romance."

At this time, someone next to him joked: "I have only heard Su Budong's crosstalk this year, but I didn't expect that his poems were written so well. One song is not enough. I want to listen to a few more songs and comment on them." Su Budong turned around and found that it was Haisheng's classmate Xichuan. He was smiling at him.

Su Budong knew him, and now he is also in the editorial department of "Game Collection". Xichuan knew that Su Budong could write novels, but today he didn't expect that this guy's poems could be. So Xichuan wanted to see how much things there were in Su Budong's belly.

At this time, other people also started to make excuses.

Bei Xiaodao smiled and said to Su Budong: "Look, it's hard to refuse the kindness, so just recite another song."

Su Budong thought for a while and said, "I know there is a song called "Lend Me". The lyrics are roughly like this: 'Lend me for ten years/Lend me courage in the world/Lend me to speak out by the Dandan oath/Lend me to be lonely as if I had first met/Lend me to be unafraid of crushing life/Lend me to be fierce and reckless without asking tomorrow/Lend me to illuminate the dim/Lend me to be as bright as spring/Lend me to kill me to kill mediocre feelings/Lend me to be indulged in sadness and crying/Lend me to be as thrilled as the past/Lend me to be comfortable morning and evening/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/Lend me to be silent/

Xichuan said: "Although the lyrics are pretty good, it's not okay to fool us with lyrics."

"Yes, no, no," the others laughed.

"I will adapt the lyrics in a small way: lend me a twilight years/borrow me fragments/borrow me before and after /borrow me stubbornness like a teenager/borrow me the innate growth of acquired life/borrow me change like never changed/borrow me plain worldly and ignorant/borrow me foreseeable danger/borrow me sadness/borrow me gentle recklessness and joking solemnity/borrow me initial and final fear, borrow my self-evident disappearance/borrow me a autumn, but you say it is winter."
Chapter completed!