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It's already December, and the New Year is still two months away.

So let's buy something first.

was about to go home, and Ling Ge was quite excited.

Because he has been in this world for more than a month, he has not seen his mother.

The face he had missed day and night, and appeared in his dreams many times.

I was finally able to see it again.

Although Ling Ge also knew that this was the mother of this body in this world, not the mother of his previous life.

But, as long as you can see that face again, that's enough.

He should be content too.

Ling Ge called Yang Wei directly.

"Ah Wei, come and drive me tomorrow and take me home.

Yang Wei on the other end of the phone was very excited.

"Hey, boss, are you going home? Isn't it yet

the New Year?" In Yang Wei's thoughts, he usually goes home after the New Year.

Wherever there is a weekday home.

Isn't there still two months left for the Chinese New Year?"

"My cousin is getting married, so I'm going back to my cousin's wedding."

Ling Ge explained.

Only then did Yang Wei understand the Chinese New Year.

"Oh, that's the time to go back. Boss, what time will I arrive tomorrow?"

Ling Ge thought for a while: "Ten o'clock in the morning." "

It's only 300 kilometers from the magic capital to his house, and if you run at high speed, it's only a few hours.

It was about 1 p.m., just in time for lunch at home.

Because he was going to go home and stay for a while, and it was about to be the singer's live broadcast time, Ling Ge directly asked Jiang Tao for leave.

Said he was going back for two weeks.

Therefore, see if you can take two periods of leave.

There is no need to settle the program fees for those two episodes.

Although Jiang Tao regretted it, he was still very easy to speak, and agreed directly.

When Ling Ge went back, it happened to be the night of the King of Singers.

At that time, just go straight to the final finals.

Ling Ge hurriedly thanked Jiang Tao.

He didn't expect Jiang Tao to agree very happily.

After taking leave, Ling Ge took a nap.

I slept straight into the night.

As night falls, the lights come on.

In a luxury hotel in Kyoto.

At this moment, a group of people are staggering, raising their glasses and drinking.

This group of people is headed by Qian Ye.

Because tonight is a celebration banquet held by Qian Ye.

Celebrate winning the first place in the poetry contest.

Although there are still three days left before the poetry contest ends.

However, with his current score of more than 5 million votes, he can already be booked as the first.

So, tonight, he listened to the instigation of his friends and invited him to dinner in advance.

Celebrate winning the first place in the poetry contest.

After all, the first place in the poetry contest has a cash prize of one million.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with spending tens of thousands of dollars on a meal.

"Old Qian, congratulations. Congratulations on winning the first place in this poetry contest.

Qian Ye nodded: "This is nothing to congratulate, after all, we are members of the Huaxia Poetry Association, if the first place in this poetry contest is taken by someone else, it will be funny." Another

person got up and said hello to Qian Ye.

"Congratulations to Lao Qian, the first place in this poetry contest has a million cash prizes. Haha, that's a great reward.

Qian Ye's expression was indifferent, as if this first place was nothing remarkable, and it should have been in his pocket: "Well, thank you." Someone

asked again.

"Old Qian, you won this first place and got a cash prize of one million, is there anything you want to do?"

Qian Ye thought for a moment, and then replied.

"Well, I've been trying to go out for a walk lately, and as you know, I've spent a lot of energy writing the modern poem 'The Heavy Rain is Coming'. I thought there would be a few opponents, but I didn't expect it to be disappointing. There is not a single one who can fight. If I had known, I wouldn't have had to put so much effort into writing poems, just create a poem.

Qian Ye said this very proudly, which suddenly made several people in the restaurant very unhappy.

Because those people are also the ones who participated in the poetry contest.

And the ranking is obviously behind Qian Ye.

As soon as Qian Ye's words came out, didn't it mean that he was also talking about their garbage.

Doesn't this

sentence include all of them?

And what do you say that you would have known to write casually, and that you can defeat them by writing casually?

This is too crazy.

Don't be afraid to flash your tongue when you say big things.

However, although these people are MMP in their hearts, they can only smile on the surface.

Because after all, Qian Ye is also a disciple of the president of the Huaxia Poetry Association, and they are only members of the Huaxia Poetry Association,

so it is naturally not good to offend Qian Ye.

So one by one, they can only feel as uncomfortable as eating flies, but they have to force a smile to compliment.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

"I'll look at how many votes Brother Qian's poems have now, and it is estimated that it should exceed six million. At

the dinner table, one said.

Then, he really took out his mobile phone and opened the Qidian APP, and entered the poetry contest column to check the situation.

Sure enough, at this moment, Qian Ye's poem is still in the first place.

At the moment, it has reached the point of 6.2 million votes.

You must know that there are only tens of millions of registered users in the Qidian APP, but there are already 6.2 million people who have invested in Qian Ye, how terrifying is this.

"It is estimated that under Brother Qian's poem, all of them must be praised. "The

man sighed.

Immediately, many people responded.

"Yes, yes, it's all positive. Everyone

slapped their asses.

Qian Ye was overjoyed, and enjoyed being so starry and moonlit by everyone.

He felt that he should have been the center of everyone, and a rising star in the literary world like him should be held by everyone.

Enjoying everyone's praise, Qian Ye closed his eyes slightly.

The state is quite intoxicated.

"Huh"

However, at this moment, the person who took out his mobile phone to check the number of votes suddenly sighed.

He previously thought that Qian Ye's poem must be all praised.

It should be well received.

After all, the quality of the poem is really high.

But what did he see?

He actually saw bad reviews.

"Oops, sloppy. I knew that I shouldn't have voted so early, I really like the song "If Life Is Only as First Seen", just watch me cry.

"That's right, I highly recommend the song "If Life Is Only as First Seen", it's too poignant.

"Everyone still has votes to support it, "If Life Is Only as First Seen" is Ling Shen's work. "

.........

The man was stunned.

Because it's not one or two, it's a lot of things that say that.

Many people said that they regretted voting so early and failed to vote for "If Life Is Only as First Seen".

"What's the matter, Lao Xu?" the person on the side asked, hearing the man's soft voice.

Xu Xiaosong handed the mobile phone to the man: "You see, many people under Lao Qian's comments are saying a song "If life is only as first seen". It seems to be a word written by a person named Ling Ge. "