Chapter 520: Mo Wenwei, Ye Xuanqing, and Pu Shu all want to turn Ye Xuan's poems into songs?!

Countless readers once again staged a crazy scene of grabbing books.

Large groups of readers formed long lines before the bookstores opened.

There were also readers who didn't sleep all night, bringing bedding and tents in groups of three or five, and setting up camp directly at the bookstore entrance.

There were even witty readers who squatted at the bookstore owner's door, with the rhythm of "If you don't sell me a book, I'll follow you all the way"!

Just as the readers used all their magical powers to stage one book-grabbing battle after another, the results were still mixed.

The readers who grabbed them were overjoyed.

"It was worth me getting up at three in the morning to line up!"

"Luckily I was shameless and finally grabbed one from the clerk! The ancients did not deceive me; if a person is shameless, they are invincible in the world!"

"How can it be written so well?! This poem 'When You Are Old', I just want to cry..."

Conversely, the readers who didn't grab them were devastated, almost banging their heads against the ground.

"To line up to buy a book, I didn't even dare to go to the bathroom, almost holding it until I peed blood! But I still didn't buy it; I'm numb, crying, crying!"

"Seeking to buy! Oh, omnipotent Moments! I am willing to buy one at five times the price, ah no, ten times the price!"

"Hehe! As a bookstore owner, my phone was blown up because the orders for Ye Xuan's poetry collection were too few, and I was scolded by hundreds of people for being useless..."

That night, the entire land of China was exceptionally noisy.

Netizens from all over the country were all discussing Ye Xuan's poetry collection.

"'Slow Down' is just too visual! I seem to see the neighbors greeting each other enthusiastically, the steaming soy milk shop, the postman shouting in the streets about who got a letter again..."

"How is Ye Xuan's brain grown?! The title 'When You Are Old', I just feel so moved, I read it again and again, read it again and again!"

"And outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the fragrant grass reaches the sky! How good is Ye Xuan's literary talent?! Every sentence is killing me..."

"It's simply god-like text, every sentence is so absolute!"

"I've already prepared to recite the whole thing! This is simply the best material for a full-score essay in the college entrance examination!"

Not only netizens, but even the masters of the literary scene couldn't help but applaud.

【Poet Liu Guang: Compared with Mr. Ye's poetry collection, what I wrote is simply garbage!】

Liu Guang is already fifty-three this year, and most of his life's efforts have been spent on the study of modern poetry.

As a leading figure in the Chinese modern poetry scene, it is no exaggeration to say that he has already stood at the ceiling of the Chinese poetry scene.

But upon seeing Ye Xuan's poetry collection, he sincerely felt inferior.

He spent most of his life writing hundreds of poems, and not a single one could compare to Ye Xuan's!

Now, it was clearly his usual rest time, but he had no sleepiness at all and couldn't help but read Ye Xuan's poetry collection again and again.

Every word is a pearl, every piece is a collection.

Unable to control his emotions, he couldn't help but log on to Weibo to express his feelings.

Following his speech, his close friends in the industry also left messages one after another.

【Poet Aimi: If you say that, my poetry collection can only be used as toilet paper.】

【Poet Wang An: After reading Mr. Ye Xuan's poetry collection, and then looking at my own, only one thought remains in my brain: I actually had the courage to publish this thing?!】

When the netizens noticed the successive speeches of these big shots, they were all dazed.

"I'm writing my doctoral dissertation, and at a glance, the lines are all written with two words: garbage, garbage, garbage..."

"I'm already ashamed across the screen! As academic garbage, I'm shivering..."

"The big shots are all ashamed, I can't help but wonder, what am I doing in this world?!"

"Supplementing the question above. Others are the flowers of the motherland, you are the fertilizer for the flowers!"

Just as the netizens and literary masters were immersed in Ye Xuan's poetry collection, many musicians were also stunned by Ye Xuan's poetry collection.

In the recording studio filled with various musical instruments.

Mo Wenwei held Ye Xuan's poetry collection in her hand, also watching it with great concentration.

She usually reads books very fast, but now she deliberately slowed down and browsed through it word by word.

She spent a full ten minutes reading a page of only a hundred or so characters.

【When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are sleepy...】

Watching and watching, her eyes became moist unknowingly.

Leaving home at a young age, drifting for many years.

Wrote countless songs, sang countless songs.

Suddenly waking up, she found that she had never sung a song for her mother.

As her gaze touched the lines of the poetry collection, the scene of her mother sewing clothes for her under the dim kerosene lamp when she was young appeared in her mind one after another.

Her fingers holding the poetry collection tightened slightly, and Mo Wenwei had already made a decision in her heart.

She wants to turn this poem into a song!

Just as Mo Wenwei was thinking this, someone had already acted faster than her.

Fellow singer Ye Xuanqing held Ye Xuan's poetry collection and couldn't put it down.

As early as hearing Ye Xuan's line "The days in the past became slow, carriages and mail were slow, one life is only enough to love one person" at the Mao Dun Literature Prize awards ceremony live stream, she couldn't forget this sentence.

Unknowingly, she quietly recalled the story her grandmother told countless times about writing letters to her grandfather who went to sea for business.

At that time, time was long, life was simple, there were no phones, no WeChat.

When grandfather went to sea, the only thing grandmother could do was write letters and pray.

The letter carried how many people's heartfelt words and conveyed how many people's longing.

Praying for your safety and health, praying for you to be worry-free...

For a moment, her heart was so soft that she even had the urge to cry.

Reading the poetry collection again and again, a determination flashed in her eyes, and she quickly took out her address book and asked relevant people in the industry for Ye Xuan's contact information.

In this way, Ye Xuan, who had just returned to Qiong Village not long ago and was patrolling his own pig farm, received calls one after another.

"Hello Mr. Ye, I am Ye Xuanqing, I want to adapt your 'Slow Down' into a song, I wonder if you have this intention..."

Hearing the cooperation intention on the phone, Ye Xuan was still a bit surprised.

This poetry collection of his was just published, right?!

And there are already musicians who want to adapt the poetry collection into songs?!

After making an appointment to meet and talk in detail, Ye Xuan had just hung up the previous call when the next call followed.

"Hello Mr. Ye, I am Mo Wenwei, regarding the copyright of the poem 'When You Are Old'..."

Just as Ye Xuan hung up the phone in a daze, not long after, the familiar ringtone rang again.

No way?!

How can there be more?!

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and just after Ye Xuan pressed the answer button, he heard a hoarse voice on the other side.

"Hello. I am Pu Shu, regarding the copyright of the poem 'Farewell', can you consider me..."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Xuan fell into a rare deep silence.

Did these musicians agree on this?!

How did they all come in a group to buy the copyright?! ===== CHAPTER 523 =====