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Yunhai Media.

Wang Mo wrote "Haiyan" in just a few minutes.

In fact, strictly speaking, "Haiyan" is a prose poem, which combines the characteristics of prose and modern poetry.Of course there is nothing wrong with calling it prose.

After writing.

Wang Mo did not publish it immediately but sent a message to Yuan Xiong: "Brother Xiong, I will start a live broadcast tonight."

Yuan Xiong exclaimed: "Tonight? Why is it so sudden?"

Now Wang Mo basically has to prepare one or two days in advance for every live broadcast.

So of course Yuan Xiong would be surprised when he suddenly said he wanted to start a live broadcast.

Wang Mo said sincerely: "The time has come, and it's just right to start broadcasting tonight."

Yuan Xiong was a little confused, but he still nodded: "Okay, then I'll ask the relevant staff to prepare it, and you can go directly to the live broadcast in the evening."

"Ok."

Wang Mo hung up the phone and looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

eight pm.

The live broadcast is officially started.

Today, Xilou has tens of millions of fans on Douyin and is known as Douyin's number one talent, so his popularity is basically over 5+ every time he starts broadcasting.

The popularity tonight is far higher than before.

In less than 3 minutes after the broadcast started, the number of people in the live broadcast room soared to 10+.

The barrage was overwhelming.

"Xilou, we can't bear it!"

"Ah, ah, I'm so angry. Yilin Forum is so shameless."

"It's a naked shady story, but they still talk about fairness without any shame."

"Made, tens of thousands of us went to vote, but "Praise to the Poplar" ended up with only [-] votes?"

"I dare say that Xilou's "Praise to Poplar" is definitely a masterpiece among prose. Even if you don't get the first place for this kind of prose, it will definitely be easy to enter the top three, right? In the end, it only ranked 18th? Are we blind? ?”

"I'm furious!"

"Your lungs are about to explode, okay?"

"..."

Almost every netizen can hardly contain the anger in his heart.

angry.

So angry.

Then, more and more netizens began to say:

"Xi Lou, are you just going to endure the humiliation and bear the burden like this?"

"Xilou, are you just going to watch them suppress you?"

"As long as you say a word, I will kill Yilin Forum."

"Stand up and expose their shameless crimes."

"Yes, you are the person involved, and what you say has the most weight."

"Yes, give me a nice word!"

"..."

However, what depressed them was that Xilou did not respond at all to their indignation.

Instead, he said to the camera: "Today, Yilin Forum announced the title of the second essay, the theme is animals. Now I have written this essay. Next, I will read this essay again in the live broadcast room , why don’t you give it a listen? If you think it’s well written, then I’ll upload it to the Yilin Forum as the second entry.”

The voice did not fall.

The live broadcast room became agitated again.

"Damn it, the theme was announced this afternoon, and you wrote the prose in the evening?"

"Do you want it so fast?"

Many people were shocked when they heard Xilou's words.

This is too fast.

Are you sure it wasn't random writing?

But soon, many netizens came to their senses.

"Brother, is it now a matter of pleasure or not? Does Xilou not care about being suppressed at all?"

"Xi Lou, we are all supporting you, but you just ignore it?"

"The Yilin Forum is clearly targeting you, yet you actually write a second article?"

"Yes, everyone is angry because you are experiencing different experiences, but you don't care at all? It's like we are hot on the face but cold on the bottom."

"Hahaha, it turns out that we netizens are just being sentimental."

"I have always liked you, but this time you have disappointed us netizens so much."

"Withdraw, withdraw. Everyone is fighting for you, but you didn't take it to heart at all. You even wrote a second article to lick the other person. It makes me sick to watch."

"..."

There was a sound of disappointment in the barrage.

Why is everyone so excited tonight?I just can't stand the shady story of Yilin Forum, and I want to vent my anger on Xilou.

But who would have thought that Xilou not only didn't care about the shady story, but actually participated in the second round of the competition.

moment.

Everyone’s blazing hearts dropped to freezing point.

Many people have already begun to withdraw from the live broadcast room.

Wang Mo didn't explain. He was very calm even when Xu Du was scolded by the excited people.

With a slight change of his mind, his temperament changed into that of a scholar.

With a sense of arrogance unique to literati.

He spoke: "This prose is called "Haiyan", please listen..."

next moment.

Wang Mo's momentum seemed to suddenly increase, and a powerful voice burst out from his mouth: "On the vast sea, the strong wind rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrels were like black lightning, flying proudly The ground flies.”

The voice is powerful.

With sonorous power.

With majestic momentum.

Almost instantly, it was like a bolt of lightning hitting the 10,000+ netizens in the live broadcast room.

Many netizens who were still venting in the comment area stopped with their hands.

He raised his head blankly and looked at the screen.

The momentum in the West Tower is getting higher and higher.

<divclass="contentadv">The sound is like thunder.

"Sometimes its wings hit the waves, and sometimes it shoots straight towards the dark clouds like an arrow, and it screams - and in the brave cry of this bird, the dark clouds hear joy.

In this cry──full of longing for the storm!In this cry, Dark Cloud heard the power of anger, the flame of passion and the confidence of victory. "

If we talk about the initial recitation, everyone just sounded high-pitched.

Then every minute and every second that followed, the momentum in Xilou's tone was increasing, rising, with a majestic momentum that made people feel numb.

Studio.

Netizens have completely stopped posting comments.

One person just listened blankly.

The rolling sound crashed into their minds.

In a daze, they seemed to see a sky shrouded in dark clouds, dull, depressing, and breathless.But in this sky, there is a petrel piercing the dark clouds!

Seems to pierce the darkness.

It seems like the dark clouds are about to clear.

Although Haiyan's body is so weak compared to the dark clouds in the sky, it is so fearless and strong, with anger against the darkness and desire for light.

"This prose?"

"My God."

"what's the situation?"

"Mom."

Several short barrages floated across the live broadcast room, confirming the shock in the hearts of some netizens.

However, most netizens were dumbfounded at this moment.

As time went by, Xilou's tone became more radical and fiery, carrying an indomitable power.

His voice seemed to pierce the sky:

"...Thunder roared. The waves were shouting in angry droplets, contending with the strong wind. Look, the strong wind tightly picked up the layers of huge waves, viciously throwing them to the cliff, and throwing away these large pieces of jade. Into dust and dust."

"The petrel cried out and flew, like black lightning, shooting through the clouds like an arrow, and its wings picked up the spray of the waves.

Behold, it flies like a spirit, - the proud, black spirit of the storm, - and it laughs, and it howls again... It laughs at the clouds, and it howls with joy! "

So what about the darkness in the sky?

So what if I can’t see the light?

I can not be reconciled!

I don't give in!

You can only burn your own strength in the darkness, pierce the dark clouds, and meet the fierce storm.

So what if you are weak?

Then let the storm wash you away and become stronger in this violent storm, lightning and thunder.

When heard here.

I don’t know how many netizens’ expressions have changed.

They have already heard the extraordinary nature of this prose from Xilou's high-pitched voice.

Someone has exclaimed.

"It's no ordinary prose!"

"Oh my god, what kind of writing is this?"

"Darkness? Dark clouds? Lightning? A weak petrel? A petrel surrounded by storms? A petrel that is still fighting against the darkness and thunder?"

"I understand a little bit!"

"I understand too. I understand why Xilou wrote this essay."

"My God."

Even some ordinary netizens were shocked when they heard it.

They all heard it.

Just like "Praise to Poplar", it does not really praise Bai Yang, but praises the great farmers and warriors.

This "Haiyan" is also not about Haiyan, but about the angry roar and resistance of a weak human being facing the overwhelming darkness and oppression!

Who is this weak human being?

Isn't it the West Building?

Who is this tyrant of darkness and oppression?

Doesn’t it mean Yilin Forum?

understood!

Really got it!

Countless netizens had goosebumps.

They never dreamed that Xilou didn't care about being suppressed or everyone's indignation, but that he would write all his anger into such an article!

Tell everyone in words: I will not back down!

At this moment, Xilou's recitation still did not stop.

His voice became louder and louder, with unparalleled momentum, blasting in everyone's ears.

"This sensitive elf - it has long heard sleepiness from the wrath of thunder. It is convinced that dark clouds cannot cover the sun - yes, it cannot!"

The darkness will eventually disappear!

The sun will eventually come!

"This is the brave petrel, flying proudly over the roaring sea, amidst the lightning; this is the prophet of victory crying:

—Let the storm come more violently! "

The last sentence.

Xilou almost shouted.

Let the storm come harder! ! !

This sentence made countless people's blood boil in the past life.

At this moment, it also turned into a thunder, exploding in the hearts of countless netizens.

It shocked everyone so much that they almost lost their minds.

Studio.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

In other words, it’s not just a live broadcast room.

Even among the staff standing next to Wang Mo at this moment, including Yuan Xiong, everyone was dumbfounded and stared at Wang Mo blankly.

silence.

Everyone fell silent.

But this silence is only temporary.

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

Perish?

impossible!

After a long time, maybe 1 minute, maybe 2 minutes.

boom!

The silent live broadcast room finally broke out!