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"You say my poetry is worthless?"

Li Haoran looked incredulous.

Gao Yu nodded, looking serious.

"Yes, it's a compliment to say that this poem is worthless. It's actually complete garbage."

Li Haoran's defense was broken instantly.

He could endure it temporarily even if Gao Yu hit him.

But to say that the poems he was most proud of were rubbish was almost trampling on his dignity, and Li Haoran couldn't tolerate it for even a second.

"You are talking nonsense. You are seeking revenge. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for speaking against your conscience? If you have any humanity, you shouldn't say such things."

"Shut up!"

Before he could continue to go crazy, Yan Qizhang immediately slammed the table and shouted.

“When discussing poetry, do not speak rudely.”

Li Haoran was anxious: "Master Yan, he was the first one..."

Yan Qizhang said in a deep voice: "His current status is a judge, which is no different from a master. He is also an honored guest of the association. You must be respectful when you ask him for advice."

"I...okay."

Li Haoran didn't dare to talk back to Yan Qizhang, but he still couldn't swallow this anger.

His eyes were red as he glared at Gao Yu.

Gao Yu spread his hands and said innocently, "Look, you're anxious again. It was you who insisted on my comment, and now that I've expressed my opinion, you're angry again."

Li Haoran took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently.

After a while, he bowed to Gao Yu with a distorted face.

"You are a distinguished guest, I dare not refute you, but since you are making a comment, you must have a reason."

"Um, okay."

Gao Yu grabbed the piece of rice paper and shook it, causing Li Haoran's mouth to twitch.

"Since you insist on bringing shame upon yourself, I will reluctantly give you a few comments."

Li Haoran's eyes looked murderous, and he slowly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Please enlighten me, sir."

"Ah."

"First of all, the rhythm of this poem is problematic. In some places, the wording is not precise enough, and the rhymes of the second and fourth sentences are not correct."

“The overall writing is not smooth, so it reads strangely and is not catchy.”

Gao Yu quickly pointed out several obvious problems.

Unexpectedly, Li Haoran disagreed.

"Master Yan has already said what the guest said. This poem was written too short, so it is understandable that it has some flaws. Please give us some different opinions to prove that this poem is garbage as the guest said."

Gao Yu widened his eyes, seeming a little unable to understand.

"This thing has so many problems, doesn't that prove it's garbage?"

Li Haoran was dissatisfied and said, "The association only gave us one hour, which is not enough time to polish it. It's already very good to be able to write like this. It's better for the customer not to force excuses."

Gao Yu had a disdainful expression and made a clicking sound.

"So you want to blame your association? If the people are not good enough, then they are not good enough. Why are you making up so many excuses?

You are so proud of writing like this, and you insist on asking people to comment on it, but you are not happy when people really comment on it. I think the only thing you are stubborn about is your mouth. "

"You...Okay, I can't do it, but you can. If you have the ability, don't just follow what Master Yan says. You are really talented. Come up with some different opinions and let us all look at you with new eyes."

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't accept it."

Gao Yu sneered, "People like you will never give up until they see the Yellow River. If you don't teach them a lesson, they won't learn their lesson."

Li Haoran took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart.

He didn't believe Gao Yu could explain it, so he decided to endure it for the time being.

After Gao Yu revealed his flaws, it was time for him to show his true colors.

"If you have any opinions, please speak frankly."

Gao Yu smiled meaningfully and said, "Don't worry, I will tell you the truth and won't save your face."

When the hell did you ever give me face?

When you hit me in the face?

Li Haoran forced a smile: "That couldn't be better."

"Ah."

Gao Yu picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"Since you said those flaws are not a problem, then let's talk about something different."

"First of all, putting those things aside, the idea of ​​your poem is problematic."

"The first sentence describes the scenery, the second sentence starts to miss people, and the rest is all about sadness. Who told you that autumn must be written about sadness?"

Li Haoran stiffened his neck: "If I don't write about sadness in autumn, what else can I write about? What's wrong with that?"

Gao Yu shook his head, his tone full of sarcasm.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Others can certainly write about sadness in autumn, but you can't."

Li Haoran laughed angrily, "Why can others do it but I can't?"

"It's simple, because you are a teenager. How old are you? Are you a freshman or a sophomore? You haven't even started your internship yet. What do you have to worry about?"

“The suffering you are going through now, is that suffering?”

"If this is suffering, then you will have a lot more suffering in the future."

"What will you do when you graduate from college and part with your friends and lovers?"

“What will you do when you can’t find a job that matches your major and become unemployed upon graduation?”

“What should I do when I feel lost in building new relationships after leaving my previous social circle?”

“What should we do when we leave the protection of the greenhouse and face the loneliness and fear of the cold society?”

"So don't worry about it now, you will have plenty of time to worry about it in the future."

"You are a teenager now, in the prime of your life, why are you worrying so much?"

After Gao Yu finished speaking in rapid succession, Li Haoran was suddenly speechless.

It was obvious that his poem was refuted from all angles, but he couldn't say a word in rebuttal.

Even felt that there was some truth to it.

However, the young man's unique self-esteem still made him say firmly: "We are talking about poetry now, you are just making up stories."

"What nonsense! I think he is right." Gu Santong continued.

Gao Yu's words really touched his heart.

Young people should be dressed in fine clothes and ride horses, and should be full of vigor and vitality.

It’s okay to be a little arrogant, but you can’t act mature and dull.

This was also the reason why he could tolerate Li Haoran before, but now he couldn't help but interrupt him.

Gao Yu spread his hands and said, "See, everyone thinks so, so from every angle, your poems are worthless."

Li Haoran couldn't hold it anymore.

He can tolerate anything.

But he couldn't stand Gao Yu belittling the work he had worked so hard on.

"You are talking nonsense. You are making up excuses and using sophistry."

Gao Yu sneered, "Why, did I hit a sore spot for you? Writing this kind of rubbish in an hour, is this the talent you're so proud of?"

"you you…"

Li Haoran was like a madman, no longer caring about others, and roared: "You are jealous, that's right, you are jealous of me, a peasant like you can't write such a poem even if you are given ten hours, so you use this sophistry to provoke me, right?"

"You think too much."

"No, on the contrary, I was right. I have seen through your dark thoughts."

This kid is crazy. Gao Yu said speechlessly: "Think whatever you want. I don't want to bother with you."

"Haha, you want to escape? I was right, right? If you have the ability, write a poem and compare it with mine."