"That must be a peerless poem. Seventh brother, please share it with us." Wu Peifang also laughed.

   "I wrote that poem to Xiuzhu, why are you making fun of it?" Xiang Nan said speechlessly,

   "Oh, you're still shy. If you don't want to speak, I'll ask sister Xiuzhu to speak." Wang Yufen laughed.

   "That's right, let's listen to it." Wu Peifang also laughed.

   "I'm going back to the house." Xiang Nan turned and said.

  Seeing this, everyone became more and more curious about the poem.

  Wang Yufen immediately called Bai Xiuzhu and asked her to bring the poem for everyone to see.

  Bai Xiuzhu is fine on weekdays, so she has to come here every now and then. Now that he was invited, he put down the phone and drove over by car.

   "Sister Xiuzhu, quickly show us that poem." Everyone saw her coming, and they all said impatiently. ,

  Bai Xiuzhu was also willing to show off, so she immediately took out the poem.

   "I said you are the April day of the world;

   Laughter lights up the wind on all sides;

  Light spirit dances and changes in the brilliance of spring.

  …

  You are the flowers blooming from tree to tree,

   It’s the swallow whispering between the beams—you are love and warmth,

   is hope, you are the April day of the world! "

  Jin Runzhi took the poem and recited it emotionally.

  Wu Peifang, Jin Minzhi, Mrs. Jin, Jin Meili, etc. all listened attentively, with joyful and ironic smiles on their faces, and were all moved by the emotions contained in this poem.

   "Is this really Seventh Brother's poem?! It's really well written." Wu Peifang clapped her hands and laughed.

   "I said that Lao Qi is not simple, okay, this poem is really well written." Jin Minzhi clapped his hands and laughed.

   "Seventh brother is really talented. Sister Xiuzhu, let me discuss with you, can I copy this poem for you." Jin Meili asked.

   "That's right, that's right. Although the poems are trivial, but Yanxi can write such poems, which is considered to be beneficial." Mrs. Jin said after hearing this.

   "Yes, Mom, Lao Qi's poem is really good." Jin Runzhi smiled and said, "Sister Xiuzhu, can you let me make a copy too, and I will show it to my friends."

  Bai Xiuzhu likes to show off the most, so naturally she would not refuse, so everyone copied a copy.

  …

   "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been serialized for seven days, and the story is getting better.

  Qiu Chuji, Jiangnan Seven Monsters vs. Zuixianlou, the story is exciting, suspenseful, and fascinating, so it attracts many readers to follow up.

   This made Pan Shouchen very proud, and he thought to himself that buying this novel for six yuan per thousand characters was indeed a very good deal.

  As the popularity of the novel increased, Xiang Nan's reputation also increased, and he gradually became a rookie in the literary world.

   "Brother Seven, you are famous now, and my classmates are asking me about you." Jin Meili smiled at Xiang Nan.

   "What do you want me to do?" Xiang Nan asked doubtfully.

   "Your novels are well written, and your poems are so well written. Naturally, everyone wants to know you." Jin Meili said with a smile, "How about it, let's go to the park with us on weekends."

  She brought Xiang Nan's poems and novels to school, and they quickly spread in the school. They don't particularly like martial arts novels, they just watch them for fun.

  But they couldn't put it down for the song "You Are April Day in the World", thinking it was the best love poem they had ever read. After all, they are all at the age of a girl Huaichun, so they all want to meet Xiang Nan as the author.

   "Then there's no need." Xiang Nan waved his hand and smiled, "As long as the eggs are delicious, why bother to see the chickens that lay eggs."

  Jin Meili was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Seventh brother, your answer is really good!"

   "Old Seven, our classmates all agreed to read your poems. If you have time, write a few more." Jin Runzhi also said to Xiang Nan.

   "That's right, Lao Qi, please write more songs, my friends also like it." Jin Minzhi also laughed.

   "Writing poetry requires inspiration. Recently, I really don't have any inspiration. I just thought of a sentence..." Xiang Nan smiled and said.

   "What?" Jin Runzhi asked curiously.

   "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light." Xiang Nan said.

  Jin Minzhi, Jin Runzhi, and Jin Meili were taken aback for a moment, feeling that although this is just a sentence, it is full of poetic flavor and has endless aftertaste.

   "Isn't this poetry, this is poetry!" Jin Runzhi said excitedly.

   "That's right, Lao Qi, if this is not called poetry, those poems that groan without illness and affectation should be called rubbish." Jin Minzhi laughed.

   "Well, if you call it poetry, let's call it poetry." Xiang Nan smiled and stopped arguing.

   "Old Qi, give this poem a name." Jin Runzhi said again.

   "Well, let's call it [one generation]." Xiang Nan thought for a while.

   When the three of them heard this, they were taken aback again.

  The name brings the theme of the whole poem to a new level.

  The previous poem said that although I was born in darkness, I yearn for light, which is my unyielding ideal.

  But the addition of this name refers to the belief that tens of millions of people in the land of China are enslaved and oppressed, but they still do not surrender and yearn for light.

  The realm suddenly changed!

   "What a generation." Jin Minzhi praised.

  There are so many new poems in the past, calling for freedom, calling for equality, and calling for light.

  …

  In the next few days, Xiang Nan's "You Are the April Day of the World" and "A Generation" quickly spread in the poetry circle.

  Many newspapers reprinted it one after another, making young people crazy about it.

  Xiang Nan also became famous because of this, and became a rookie who rose to fame in the Yanjing poetry circle.

  A number of poetry clubs sent him invitations to participate in their activities and sing poems.

  As Xiang Nan became famous, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" became more and more popular and gradually became a trend.

  Newspaper sales are rising steadily, and the stories in each issue can attract readers' discussions.

  There are people talking about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in teahouses, restaurants, streets and alleys, school bookstores, and even factories. There are even clever entertainers who have changed its story to storytelling, drums, and lyrics to show off their skills.

  Because of the wonderful story, twists and turns, and constant suspense, every performance can attract a large number of audiences, which also makes "Legend of the Condor Heroes" more and more popular, and even the sales of "Beijing Times" soared to more than 80,000 copies.

   Seeing this, many newspapers also asked Xiang Nan for an article, hoping that he could serialize it in their newspapers.

   Xiang Nan naturally did not refuse this.

  He can write up to 30,000 words a day. And the Beijing Times can publish up to 3,000 characters per issue, so Xiang Nan can add several serials. After all, the more serialized, the more money he makes.

  However, Xiang Nan didn't want to spend all his free time. After all, besides writing, he still had a lot of things to do, so he only accepted the invitations from three newspapers in the end.

  In this way, I have to write 12,000 words a day. With his hand speed, he can finish writing in half a day, and there is still time to allocate freely.

  As his reputation increased, so did his manuscript fee, which had already reached eight yuan. This price is already top-notch.