Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, “Go sit at the coffee table.” There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.
Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, “They are bullies!”
Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, “Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo’s, Weibo.”
After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. “He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down? What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?”
Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.
At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye’s Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!
“Demagogue!”
“To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?”
“Everyone, don’t read this person’s poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!”
“It can’t be? It’s quite good!”
“Do you know, or do the experts know?”
“That’s right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer’s Association has already said it’s bad!”
“I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!”
“That’s right; I even recited Zhang Ye’s poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn’t this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don’t mislead my children!”
“Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!”