Entertainment: Becoming a superstar from the yearning

Two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye Chen received a call from He Wenxiang.

As the president of the Writers Association, I naturally hope that this activity of the Writers Association can be held in a decent manner, and for this reason, something similar to style should be added.

"Hello? President He, what do you want from me?"

Ye Chen connected He Wenxiang's phone and asked.

"Of course there's something wrong. Will I call you if there's nothing wrong?"

He Wenxiang said on the phone.

"Then you say."

"Recently, the Writers Association held an event related to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Anyone who loves literature can contribute works related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, including poems, songs, short stories, etc., so I would like to invite you to come and participate this activity."

He Wenxiang spoke.

"Ah... Maybe I don't have much time for this! I have to prepare to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala on Lizhi TV, and we are all busy rehearsing the show recently, this may be a bit..."

Ye Chen opened his mouth and said that he has had enough work recently, and he doesn't want to add new work troubles to himself.

If you continue to add work to yourself, when will it be a head!
I was thinking of proposing to Qiu Xiaojin as soon as possible, then getting married, and then going on honeymoon.

"This event won't take you too long. You just need to hand over the finished manuscript to me, and I'll publish it for you."

He Wenxiang tried to persuade him that he didn't want to give up on Ye Chen, because this is a talented person, and he believed that Ye Chen would be able to write a very good article.

"This……"

"With your talent, how long does it take to write an article! As long as you write it well, leave the rest of the work to me."

He Wenxiang spoke.

"You really don't need me to do anything else?"

To be on the safe side, Ye Chen asked, if he came back to him afterwards to ask this and that, and arranged such and such a job, he would have no place to cry.

"Don't worry, there is absolutely no extra work looking for you, I promise you, you can not!"

He Wenxiang spoke earnestly, who would have thought that the president of the Writers Association would speak to others in such a low voice.

"Alright then! I'll write an article for you!"

In the end, Ye Chen couldn't bear He Wenxiang's request and agreed.

"Who is it?"

Qiu Xiaojin looked at Ye Chen's expression as if he had eaten bitter melon, and asked.

"President of the Writers Association."

"What is he calling you for?"

Qiu Xiaojin asked a little puzzled.

"It is said that the Writers' Association held a Mid-Autumn Festival event and invited all writers who like to write to contribute. Poems, songs, and short stories are all fine, as long as it is related to the Mid-Autumn Festival. He called and invited me to participate in this event."

Ye Chen opened his mouth to explain.

"You promised?"

Qiu Xiaojin looked at Ye Chen worriedly, because she knew that Ye Chen already had enough work, and if she accumulated more work at this time, she was really afraid that Ye Chen would be exhausted.

"Well, I agreed. He said that as long as I write an article and give it to him, I don't need to do anything else."

Ye Chen opened his mouth to answer.

"If that's the case, I don't think it's a problem, and it won't take me too much time."

"You have already agreed, and there is no way for me to let you refuse others, but you must pay attention to your health!"

Qiu Xiaojin spoke to Ye Chen.

"Okay, I will definitely pay attention to my physical condition. If I feel tired, I will go to rest. I will never worry you."

Ye Chen preached to Qiu Xiaojin.

After returning to his office, Ye Chen began to search for masterpieces from the previous world.

In the last world, there are really countless excellent nouns describing the Mid-Autumn Festival, which makes people dazzled. There are several of them just learned in Chinese textbooks.

The famous one should be the phrase "I wish you a long life, and you will share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

There is also "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking about your hometown."

When it comes to Mid-Autumn Festival, it has to be associated with the moon. The family is reunited, sitting under the moonlight, bathing in the moonlight, having a good time with wine and enjoying the moon.

But on this day, there are not many family members who can reunite together. What I want to say is that because of the pressure of life, many people are working outside. It coincides with the festival, and there is no way to go home to reunite with their families.

"How about saving some snacks?"

Ye Chen had a lazy idea in his mind.

With this idea in mind, I took action directly and sent it to He Wenxiang after writing "Water Tune Getou When Will the Moon Come".

You ask why is this called laziness?
Of course, in the last world, the water tune song was compiled into a ditty that could be sung, and the song that Ye Chen gave Qiu Xiaojin was the water tune tune.

So I directly sent this manuscript to He Wenxiang, why bother to write a new manuscript by myself, how troublesome it is!

He Wenxiang originally thought that he would have to wait two days to get Ye Chen's manuscript, but unexpectedly, after hanging up the phone, Ye Chen sent the manuscript to him only half an hour later.

"This kid is not fooling me, is he?"

After He Wenxiang received Ye Chen's document, he said silently in his heart.

Then he clicked on the email and read the contents.

After he read it, he didn't know what to say to evaluate it.

"Hello? Ye Chen? Did you really write this?"

He Wenxiang immediately called Ye Chen and asked.

"Yes what's the matter?"

Ye Chen asked back.

"Write it in half an hour?"

He Wenxiang opened his mouth wide in surprise, feeling totally unbelievable!It took only half an hour to write such an excellent word, which is a bit scary!
"Haha, Mr. He, to be honest with you, this one is the same as the previous one."

Ye Chen opened his mouth and replied.

"Oh, that's it, it's just that it hurts Old Chen, haha!"

He Wenxiang didn't mind.

In other words, even if this is not created by Ye Chen, it will not affect his opinion of Ye Chen.

On the contrary, Ye Chen was the only one who could extract so many essences of the ancients.

"That's very sorry for Uncle Chen... President He, is there anything else?"

Ye Chen asked.

"No, I was so amazed by your word... I was thinking, how many things in your head have not been revealed!"

Ye Chen paused for a moment, then said with a low smile, "It depends on when I remember it, and I almost forget it after a long time."

"Hahaha... Modesty is a good thing, it is a good quality of our nation, it's okay, I accept your word."

He Wenxiang smiled and hung up the phone.

Then, I was attracted by that word again.

Even some veteran members of the Writers Association don't have the strength to write such excellent words!