Chapter 388： Cote d'Azur Poetry Society

Chen Jianhai rolled his eyes.

People work hard to open a coffee shop, but you are good, always thinking about going to follow you to do barbecues.

Although the topic is heavy, the beautiful spring can not live up to it.

The three of them planted on the sofa, like three crippled people, watching the sea view with the air conditioner, intending to spend the time lazily.

Minutes of time have passed,

Xiao Lang yawned, so sleepy that his tears were about to fall.

Right at this moment,

Two bright lights stood against the sun and stepped into the Island Cafe.

"Boss Chen! So you are here."

As soon as they entered the cafe, Zhen Lengchang and Ling Xiao took the initiative to extend their hands.

Chen Jianhai was taken aback, and he didn't know why the two suddenly found him.

Immediately, he quickly stood up and shook hands with the two of them, then pointed to the thick layer of gauze wrapped around Zhen Lengchang's hand and asked with concern:

"Is this an injury?"

Zhen Lengchang opened his mouth and said, "It's okay, I just scratched it. Boss Chen, we are looking for you today to find out something."

"Recently, there have been many homeless people with backpacks on the island. They don't live in hotels or private houses. They go straight to the back mountain when they land on the island. They never go down the mountain except to eat and drink. They don't know what they are planning."

"The two of us followed a few people yesterday and found that it was the library you built."

"We are afraid that they will cause trouble to your library, so I came here to report a letter to you today. If you need help, you can call us at any time."

Zhen Lengchang spoke seriously.

Ling Xiao also continued: "Yes, Boss Chen, if you are worried, the two of us can accompany you to take a look."

Chen Jianhai hurriedly said, "No, I'll go check the situation first, and ask for help if I need help."

After sending Zhen Lengchang and Ling Xiao away, Chen Jianhai couldn't sit still.

Although it is said that my library can provide free accommodation for backpackers on the road, the youth who usually stay in the house are only four or five.

Now Ling Xiao and Zhen Lengchang are looking for him together,

I'm afraid things are a little serious!

"Go up the mountain to see!"

Without saying a word, Chen Jianhai took a sip of coffee and ran straight up the mountain.

As soon as he walked to the northern hill, Chen Jianhai saw three or five tourists with backpacks climbing the mountain.

These tourists do not seem to be very old. Most of them are boys, and there are even two foreign girls in the middle.

It looks like they are all heading to their own library.

Chen Jianhai frowned, still following behind them calmly.

Walking up to the top of the mountain, I saw five or six figures on the terrace of the Haiya Library, and there was a faint sound of recitation.

"She sings of love and the pain of love, she sings of sacrifice, she sings of reunion,"

"Reunited in a better heaven, and all suffering is gone."

"She sings of the sea of ​​misery on earth, of fleeting joys,"

"Sing the other side, the liberated soul, indulging in eternal joy."

...

Chen Jianhai stood below and listened,

Don't tell me, this dude's alto is quite good when reading poetry, and the cadence is really Heine-like.

Open the door of the library,

The inside of the huge library was clean and spotless. Although the sand on the cliff was a little bigger, the ground was clean.

Unknown niche blues saxophone music softly sounded along the golden dark green gramophone,

The movable bookshelves are neatly lined up in rows, and the small fart pads are neatly placed on the rotating bookshelf.

In the position by the window, several young people were sitting on the sofa,

Or half-lying reading a book, or sitting at the table, seriously writing something on paper and computer,

Apart from the recitations on the terrace, the environment is so quiet and harmonious that people even want to tiptoe when they walk, for fear of breaking the tranquility.

"The academic atmosphere is quite strong!"

Chen Jianhai slightly adjusted his eyebrows.

At the beginning, what he imagined in his mind was such an atmosphere,

Strangers on the road spend a short time in the library, where they discuss poetry and read books in exchange for work in exchange for lodging.

Looking at it now, it's progressing pretty well.

Just when Chen Jianhai looked around with satisfaction, a person came over,

"Are you also here for the poetry party?"

Chen Jianhai looked back, and saw a young man with glasses and a little gentle approached.

"What poetry meeting?" Chen Jianhai asked in confusion.

"Côte d'Azur Poetry Club, don't you know?" The young man was surprised and immediately introduced to Chen Jianhai.

turn out to be,

Since the last time the first batch of lodging tourists came, a travel article about the most beautiful island library in China has exploded on the travel film literature and art website.

By introducing a person's four-day and three-night trip to the island in the travel article, the natural scenery of Xiaomajia Island is recorded in detail.

Especially this sea cliff library on the island. It took a lot of space to introduce it.

From the sunlight cast by the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the daytime, to the pages flipping on the bookshelf blown by the sea breeze, to the unfamiliar young people sleeping on their heads at night, the chaos of the world.

This kind of lifestyle of resting oneself in the sky and the sea in freedom and comfort, and searching for the self-existence in the deepest heart, was instantly out of the circle on the travel film literature and art network.

Especially after knowing that you can work here in exchange for accommodation,

Many backpackers come here to work here during the day, sorting books, cleaning, maintaining order writing, and simply building a floor at night.

I went down the mountain to eat when I was hungry, and jumped into the sea for a swim when I was tired.

And this "Côte d'Azur Poetry Club" is also the first seaside poetry club organized by the members of these travel film literature and art websites.

The whole poetry society is completely public welfare and free,

It is just an offline activity organized by a group of young people who like to read and write and love to travel.

"We don't have an organizer, and I only volunteered as a receptionist and volunteer because I came a day early."

The young man smiled.

"Would you like to go up and see the poetry festival as well?"

"Okay!" Chen Jianhai had never seen such a poetry party before, and his curiosity drove him to the terrace.

At this time, on the terrace, five or six people formed a circle, and in the middle there was a young man in a plaid shirt holding a book of poems and reciting the poems in his hand quite emotionally.

beside him,

Sanhua lay on the stage with her hands in her hands, and yawned lazily.

Chen Jianhai looked around,

These people are either holding a collection of poems in their hands, or they have a book or iPad in their hand with poems of their own writing written on them.

"My friend, do you have a poem to read?"

After the young man finished reading, his eyes fell on Chen Jianhai, full of expectations.

"..."

Chen Jianhai was stunned for a moment, the young man in front of him was obviously motivated to read poetry, and a small flame of "meeting friends with words" burst out in his eyes.

In an instant, the eyes of everyone around him fell on Chen Jianhai.

I wipe!

Chen Jianhai scolded secretly, knowing that he wouldn't come to watch the fun.