Chapter 54 - Mid-Autumn Festival’s Poetry Meet! (1/2)

Afternoon.

The weather wasn’t too good. It was a bit misty.

Zhang Ye came to the unit and before he entered, his phone rang. It was his mother.

“Son.”

“Oh, mom.”

“Are you coming home for Mid-Autumn’s Day?”

“I can’t go back; I have to work overtime.”

“Overtime on a holiday? You should be free at night then?”

“I should be free tonight. I will go back once I have knocked off.”

“Don’t come back to Cai s.h.i.+ Kou; go directly to your grandmother’s place. The relatives will all be there. They have heard that you have gained fame; your younger sisters (cousins) are all nagging to see you.”

“Okay. Then, I will try to go early.”

“Don’t forget; my face will depend on you tonight!”

“What face? They are all relatives. Are you bragging about me again?”

“Anyhow, just buy more things and bring them over. Don’t be too thrifty; buy the expensive ones. You are now a public figure; don’t go throwing my face. Okay, I’m hanging up.”

Du Du Du; the line was disengaged.

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly. His mom didn’t have any other bad points. The only big feature was that she liked to brag. Yes, Zhang Ye admitted that he had inherited this from his mother. But he had never felt this was a bad point! Many examples in his world would validate this.

Is bragging wrong? No!

Do you know how Bill Gates became the richest person in the world?

Do you know how Li Na became the tennis world champion?

Do you know how Liu Xiang broke the world record in the hurdles event?

Not many people should know about this! What is the reason? Haha, the reason is they…… Alright, all of these events have nothing to do with each other. Let’s change the topic!

Not many people had arrived at the office.

Zhang Ye didn’t look around as he walked in. Suddenly, a voice appeared from behind.

It was Big Sis Zhou. She smiled. “Greet me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy.”

Zhang Ye quickly smiled and turn back to look at her, “Big Sister Zhou, good morning. I’m sorry. The flowers on your desk were blocking you; I did not notice you were here.”

Big Sis Zhou said proudly, “How was it, Little Zhang? I used your poem correctly?”

Zhang Ye embarra.s.sedly said, “You saw Weibo last night?”

“Of course, I saw it. I followed your Weibo last night. I did not expect that after I followed it, the party had also started. It caused me to fall asleep after 12 last night. You didn’t follow me, right? I even forwarded your new poem.” As she spoke, she felt some injustice for him, “Ignore those people from the Writers’ a.s.sociation. If you don’t know what art is and can’t write poems, then no one in the world can write poems. Big Sis supports you. Don’t take it to heart.”

Zhang Ye smiled. “Thank you, Big Sis Zhou.”

Outside, people began streaming in for their overtime.

“Eh, Teacher Little Zhang, you’ve come? Why did you get into a pinch with people yesterday?”

“Vice President Meng is the Leader of the Beijing Writers’ a.s.sociation. How did you offend him?”

“That’s right. I saw it yesterday, too. Teacher Little Zhang, if I had any say, you shouldn’t have posted your last poem. Those are the Writers’ a.s.sociation’s Leaders and seniors. If you really offend them, how are you to enter the Writers’ a.s.sociation in the future? I think that it is best to leave some leeway. Hai, but those people are also too much. Why did they reprimand you for no reason? Even if your poems aren’t comparable to them as seniors, how old are you? You are still young. They also can’t say that your poems have no literary value. That’s too damaging. I think your poem is still acceptable and isn’t as bad as they say.”

“Sis Liu, what did you say? You say Teacher Little Zhang’s poem is acceptable? I think you have been misled by that group of people; Teacher Little Zhang has so much talent!”

Several sisters and aunties began an exchange of difference in opinions.

Until work starts at 9 A.M., the topic was hotly discussed amongst everyone.

Tian Bin also had an interest in the battle on Weibo last night. He interrupted to ask, “Sis Zhou, what sort of person is Vice-President Meng like? Those old timers are very experienced. Big Thunder and a few other poets, all of them are professionals. If they said so, then it must mean they criticized it according to their literary learnings. How can we judge, since we are not as knowledgeable as them? It’s not that I am stepping on Teacher Zhang Ye. But like the old comrades of the Writers’ a.s.sociation said, there are many issues. After reading it, I also feel some doubts.”

Big Sister Zhou looked at Tian Bin, “Then why don’t you create a poem for me to listen to?”

Tian Bin replied, “I don’t have such capabilities, but I still have some basic judgment skills.” He turned around towards Jia Yan, “Teacher Little Jia, what do you think?”

Jia Yan gave some thought and said, “Teacher Zhang’s poems definitely cannot compare with those seniors. As for whether it has any literary value, it’s not my place to make an evaluation.”

What they said was also heard by Zhang Ye.