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In China, this "Homesickness" was a work of the world, and it was just like "Facing the Sea, The Spring Warm Flowers Blooming" was selected as a textbook, it was widely spread.
And compared to the "Facing the Sea, Opening the Warm Spring Flower", which seemed like an illusion, this "Homesickness" was even more simple and unadorned. It was like it had gone through years of settling down and finally faded away, using the simplest words to write the simplest and most beautiful poem.
It could be said that this was the true style of everyone.
Su Chen's voice fell.
The entire interview room was still silent.
Unknowingly, Yang Yanhong and Zhao Bin's eyes had already turned red.
This "Homesickness" had already reminded them of the deepest memories in their hearts. They had even made up their minds that after this recruitment, they would take a leave to go home and have a look.
Unknowingly, the little river in his hometown suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and at the end of the little river, his mother was waving at him. At the same time, he carried a large bag of luggage and rushed into the brightly lit world without looking back!
After all these years, is the river still there?
He wondered if his mother on the other side of the river was already at death's door.
At this moment, for the first time ever, Lee Qing, who hadn't returned home in several years, felt regret in his heart. When his nose felt sour, his vision blurred, and he no longer had the time to mock and ridicule Su Chen.
Yang Yanhong took a deep breath, closed her eyes and slowly opened them. She calmed her emotions, and when she looked at Su Chen again, her eyes were filled with complex emotions.
Was such a poem really something that he could write at his age?
Amongst the three of them, Zhao Bin was the oldest and the most calm. However, he was the one with the most emotions.
He didn't know why, but this man, who usually seemed to wait and see everything with a smile, was now wiping away his tears.
When his mood had calmed down, he said embarrassedly to the others, "I just lost my composure. Sorry …"
Yang Yanhong glanced at Zhao Bin and exclaimed, "Su's poem has been written to the heart!"
Zhao Bin nodded his head but did not say anything.
Lee Qing, who had been silent with his eyes closed all this time, suddenly asked with a hoarse voice: "What is the name of this poem?"
Su Chen replied: "《 The Sorrow of Homesickness》."
It had the same name as the poem that Semilunar Magazine Chief Editor Qiao Lang wrote before!
Hearing this, the three of them fell silent once more.
Before this, none of the three thought that Su Chen could compose a poem that was on par with Qiao Lang's "Homesickness". But the fact was that not only did Su Chen compose the poem, he also named it "Homesickness", and the latter was even better than the former!
Although they didn't want to believe it, the truth was already right there.
After a long while, Yang Yanhong raised his head, looked at Su Chen, and muttered to himself for a while before saying: "Although I don't understand how someone of your age could write a poem like" Homesickness ", there is no doubt that this poem has conquered us."
When Zhao Bin heard this, he nodded his head with a serious expression. It was obvious that he was impressed by "Homesickness" as well.
Lee Qing's expression was complex, he did not say a word.
"However," Yang Yanhong's voice changed as he said, "This poem is no longer something we can judge. I will now pass this poem on to the chief editor, and ask him to decide whether you want to stay or not! "
Su Chen was speechless for a long time.
He's going to be called Chief Editor again?
Are you f * cking kidding me?
Seeing Su Chen's unhappiness, Yang Yanhong clenched his teeth and said: "Su, don't worry. Even if the chief editor doesn't accept you due to the company's rules, I will still recommend you to the Deep Blue magazine. My relationship with the chief editor is still pretty good."
Although Su Chen was a little unhappy in his heart when he received Yang Yanhong's promise, he still nodded in agreement.
In the Semilunar Magazine Building, fifteenth floor, main assembly room, Qiao Lang, who already had half a head full of white hair, was looking at the fax sent by Yang Yanhong.
"When I was young …
The homesickness is a small stamp,
I'm on this side,
Mother's over there. "
When he read up to here, a trace of curiosity arose in his heart.
To be able to use such a concise sentence to write such a concept, the author definitely wasn't ordinary.
"When I grow up,
The homesickness is a narrow boat ticket,
"..."
And now …
The homesickness is a shallow channel,
I'm on this side,
The continent is over there. "
Strait?
The continent?
Could this poem be referring to the mainland and Treasure Island?
Qiao Lang looked dazed as he closed his eyes and fell silent. Then, he picked up the phone and dialed a number: "What's the name of this poem?"
"Homesickness." Yang Yanhong's voice came out from the phone.
Qiao Lang was startled, and secretly compared his "Homesickness" with this poem. Although he found that his poem was not bad, it was still inferior to the poem after.
He suddenly felt a trace of curiosity towards the creator of this poem.
After considering the words to use, Qiao Lang asked on the phone: "Xiao Yang, where did you see this poem? Can I meet the author of this poem? "
When Yang Yanhong heard this, he made a decision in his heart, and thus dragged out the matter of him taking Su Chen down, and his words naturally spoke a lot for Su Chen.
After hearing what Yang Yanhong had said, even with Qiao Lang's mental state and cultivation, he could not help but be stunned for a while. This "Homesickness" that could be called a classic was actually written by a twenty year old youth?
This world truly had geniuses!
How else could this be explained?
Laughing lightly, Qiao Lang ignored the fact that Su Chen did not have an interview, and spoke into the phone: "Such a young talent, how can my Semilunar Magazine refuse to be seen through?"
Yang Yanhong was overjoyed, she had always been worried that the conservative and stubborn Qiao Lang would strictly follow the rules of the company, and miss out on Su Chen, this unpolished jade.
"Thank you, Chief Editor." I understand! "
After hanging up the phone, Yang Yanhong took a deep breath, his face revealing a brilliant smile, he walked over to Su Chen, extended his hand, and said: "Congratulations, you have been accepted!"
Su Chen was startled when he heard it, and then laughed lightly as he held onto Yang Yanhong's hand and said: "Thank you!"
Zhao Bin was pleased, but Lee Qing hesitated to speak.
… …
After finding a job, Su Chen's mood became relaxed, as though there were more beauties on the way home.
After buying a big bag of instant noodles and bread, Su Chen prepared to go through the difficulties that would follow and return home.
After entering the house, he looked around and realised that Luo Shiyao was still not back yet, so he immediately let go.
He took off his shoes, laid on the sofa with his limbs out and hummed a song, Su Chen felt that his good days were coming.
With his talent and wit, coupled with the "Godly Super Star System" that defied the heavens, he would definitely become a great leader in this world's literary world!
Eh?
Just as Su Chen was immersed in his fantasy, he suddenly saw a vase on the tea table!
It can't be? I obviously took away the vase yesterday, why is there another one?
Su Chen frowned and thought for a while, then ran back to his room. Opening the cabinet, he found out that the vase was just right for him to lie down on.
Little girl Luo, you're actually playing this game with me?
I'd like to see how many vases you have for me!
Su Chen sneered, he walked to the side of the tea table and grabbed the vase.
Eh?
The vase did not move!
He used more strength.
The vase still did not move!
Seeing the vase that was sealed by sealant onto the tea table, Su Chen was so angry that the root of his teeth started to itch. He gave a thumbs up to Luo Shiyao's room and said fiercely: "Fine, little girl Luo, you're really vicious!"
