Such detailed voting data was released, and those netizens who kept saying that Lin Han’s award was not valuable enough and had the inside story of winning disappeared immediately. Some even quietly deleted their replies to avoid being discovered.

What foreigners say may not be true, don’t think they will not lie or spread rumors.

Without spending too much effort, Lin Han reversed the situation and no one would say anything shady. If he said this, no one would believe it.

One farce after another has attracted the attention of many people who do not watch science fiction. After all, these people are the real onlookers. Some of them remember the name Lin Han, some remember the Hugo Award, some remember the novel "I, Robot", and some remember the "Reading" column.

As a current signature figure in science fiction novels, of course, there will be some people with bad intentions who want to take advantage of the popularity, and there will always be some small stars in the 18th tier who want to compete with the popular actresses and compare their looks.

After solving this, Chen Jiaxuan relaxed. She took a sip of red wine and said with a smile: "Did you deliberately make a premeditation today and even bought red wine?"

"Drinking to make fun of it, we can sit together and watch the stars and the moon, from poetry, songs and essays to philosophy of life!" Lin Han lowered his head and took a sip of the red wine he brought back from France. The souvenirs he bought when he was traveling to France, but now he has time to open it.

"The taste is pretty good. Do you often talk about poetry and essays with people?" Chen Jiaxuan said jokingly, "I am a vulgar. I don't know these poems. I can share with you the secret to making money. Otherwise, you can write another poem for me!"

Lin Han laughed silently, "You don't have money to be a poet, it's hard for a literary youth to be a writer. But if you write a poem, you have to promise me something."

Chen Jiaxuan immediately became alert. She glanced at Lin Han with a wonderful eye, "I will not make any promises."

"How about staying tonight?"

"Okay, it depends on whether your poems can have this charm." Chen Jiaxuan agreed readily, and she was looking forward to Lin Han's poems.

There are a lot of modern poems in my head. Lin Han thought about it for a moment and said:

"If you see me, or if you don't see me, I'm there, neither sad nor happy.

If you recite, or don’t remember me, the love will be there, not coming or going.

If you love, or don’t love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing.

If you follow, or if you don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, and I will never give up.

Come to my arms, or let me live in your heart.

Love each other silently, and be happy in silence."

A little poem is not lingering, but Chen Jiaxuan feels that quiet affection and unswerving love as strong as a rock.

There are only a few simple words, without twists and turns, but they form a feeling of twists and turns.

In front of the flowers under the moon, Lin Han read this poem affectionately to Chen Jiaxuan. Chen Jiaxuan could not resist it at all. She stretched out her hand and hugged it in Lin Han's arms, "You people with literary and artistic cells are just too much, why are you doing so affectionately?"

Lin Han is in his arms, but now he can finally understand the emotion contained in this poem. The love that never changes in this life makes people yearn for.

"This kind of poem should be shared by netizens with me, and it is very well written!" Chen Jiaxuan was satisfied that she could have a special poem. She would not let the previous "You are April in the World" spread, it was unique to her.

"By the way, does this poem have a name?"

"No, just call it "Seeing or Not"!" Lin Han took out his cell phone and sent the poem out, and said to himself: "Can I probably publish a collection of poems?"

Chen Jiaxuan nodded, then raised her head and took the initiative to kiss Lin Han. The poem moved her very much. She never expected that Lin Han would have such a deep affection for her.

With the help of red wine, Lin Han carried Chen Jiaxuan back to the room and opened the drawer.

...

At night, it was probably the most active time for Weibo. Tu Liangwei, who was taking the high-speed train to travel, suddenly refreshed Lin Han's Weibo. He was a little surprised. The writer who usually appears as a science male actually wrote a love poem?

"If you see me or not, I'm there, never leaving me..."

Tu Liangwei started to read it gently. The wood on his emotions could feel the deep affection emitted by every word. Is this really a poem written by a science fiction writer?

At this time, the girlfriend sitting next to Tu Liangwei was almost stunned. She shook Tu Liangwei's arm, "What poem did you read just now? It's so beautiful and I want to cry. Is there such a affectionate man?"

"Here, this is posted by Lin Hanwei-Bo. I don't know if it is original, it is called "Seeing or Not"."

After snatching the phone, Tu Liangwei's girlfriend started to read it carefully. She realized such deep emotions. What kind of person could write such moving poems. She silently clicked a like and forwarded it. She was about to collect it and copy it down after she went back.

Love deeply, openly, sincerely and purely. Which woman doesn’t want to encounter such love?

No matter who it is, when reading this poem, you can't help but slow down your speech and experience it carefully. A few simple sentences express the kind of persistent love that lasts forever, without any extravagance to respond, without any regrets.

Lin Han, who suddenly changed his style, suddenly made his fans feel furious. The rough man who snatched his feet could actually write such delicate poems?

But if it weren't for him, why can't there be any trace on the Internet?

Many people were surprised. This was completely different from Lin Han, or Lin Han had always had his talent hidden and had not been exposed?

Everyone admits that he has a good talent in science fiction, but writing poetry and writing novels are strictly similar.

Many female netizens are rushing to forward this micro blog, describing the relationship so movingly that it makes people immerse themselves in it, and Lin Han has added a group of female fans.

"Boss, I'm a little uncomfortable with it when you became so emotional. Could it be that the account was stolen, right?" A reader from the Hanlin Academy commented. He could naturally identify the pros and cons of a poem, and now he can't adapt to it.

There are also people who seem to have seen through the truth of the matter: "There must be a situation when I suddenly post such love poems in the middle of the night. Is this confession or something? The boss is a bit too romantic!"

"I don't know how to describe this feeling. After reading it, I feel a little confused, but I'm a man!"

"I didn't expect that Lin Han also has the heart of a literary youth. He wrote it very well and collected it."

"It's not just love, but I always feel that the rest of the relationship can be incorporated. Although it is well written, I hope Lin Han will not forget his identity and write science fiction well."
Chapter completed!