After saving the big star, she actually wanted to make a promise

"I said for the people, that child from Changle should be your son-in-law, right?" Ye Xiande sat on the grand teacher's chair, and asked with a bit of resentment.

Sitting aside, Wang Weimin nodded respectfully to Ye Xiande and said with a smile, "Hey, well, I guess these two children are about to get married."

Speaking of this, Wang Weimin had to admire his venomous vision, although the first reaction when he first saw Li Changle was that he was not pleasing to the eye, he was even more handsome than when he was young, and he looked He came to snatch his daughter from himself.

But after getting in touch with him later, not to mention that he came to rob his daughter, even if he didn't want to rob him of his daughter, Wang Weimin had to find ways to make him his son-in-law.

Reliable character, talented, handsomer than himself, and most importantly, Wang Siyi likes him, and there are not many men who meet these conditions at the same time.

Of course, what changed Wang Weimin's first impression of Li Changle was his talent, whether it was poetic talent or literary talent, although he didn't want to admit it, but Wang Weimin also knew that his son-in-law could not be said to be better than himself in these aspects.

Ye Xiande glanced at Wang Weimin, and then continued to say in that tone of hating iron but not steel: "Since it is your son-in-law, half a son-in-law, how can you let your son waste his talent for no reason and go to mess with it all day long?" Some are not, during this period of time, even an old man like me can often hear that your daughter and son-in-law are in love and dating, and the whole world knows."

The more Ye Xiande spoke, the more excited he became. Wang Weimin just wanted to step forward to help him, but Ye Xiande waved his hand and continued, "Is this plausible? Is it reasonable?"

"I don't object to them falling in love, but this, you know Changle's poetic talent, but everything he writes can be passed down through the ages. People with this kind of talent should study poetry seriously instead of going to poetry. What kind of novels, TV dramas, and songwriting are you working on!"

Ye Xiande said that in the end, he was even a little heartbroken, and he was considered talented. The poems he wrote thought he was good, and there were many people who praised him. However, he has studied the way of poetry for decades, and he has written countless poems. There are also many excellent works.

Ye Xiande himself thinks that in this era, he is already considered a master of poetry, and it is almost impossible to have works that have been handed down through the ages in this exaggerated era.

But until the appearance of Li Changle, Ye Xiande realized that he was wrong, and the mistake was outrageous. This young man wrote four or five poems in a row, all of which are enough to be passed down through the ages.

When the poem Acacia was first published, Ye Xiande looked at more than 20 characters and read it back and forth more than ten times. It turns out that this era is not that it is impossible to write works that will last through the ages, but that there is a lack of people who can write works that will last through the ages .

Seeing Ye Xiande with a heartbroken face, Wang Weimin was in a dilemma. Ever since Wang Siyi almost cut off his father-daughter relationship with him last time, he had been in a state of petting Wang Siyi, and then Wang Weimin found that doing so seemed to be good for everyone.

Wang Siyi no longer loses his temper with the couple. Every time he goes home, he is amiable and happy, and he doesn't need to worry so much. As long as Wang Siyi doesn't do anything illegal, they can give Wang Siyi reveal all the details.

"Here, teacher, you also know that since the relationship between me and Siyi's child almost froze last time, I rarely make decisions for Siyi. The child must have his own ideas, and he can't force it."

Wang Weimin rarely went back to refute Ye Xiande's words, but this time he really felt that what he did was right, so when he said this, he stopped his back.

Ye Xiande glanced at Wang Weimin, he hadn't seen this apprentice for a while, and he was more confident when speaking in front of him: Ye Xiande sighed, and said: "I don't want you to make decisions for the two of them, I just let you go Advise that kid from Changle, don't waste such a good talent, it takes a few years for such a person to come out in this era."

Ye Xiande deeply regrets the decline of the way of poetry. In this era of fast food culture, there are really too few people who can appreciate the beauty of poetry. The key is also the lack of people who can write real beauty of poetry. Wang Weimin can't do it , neither can he.

But Li Changle can do it. Both of them reached a consensus on this point. The few poems written by Li Changle really make people feel full of pictures after reading them, and they are also full of poetic beauty.

"At the beginning, I wanted the kid from Changle to enter the Huaxia Poetry Association because I thought he had the opportunity to become a young man leading the wave of poetry in this era, but who knew that kid, hey, he has been in the Poetry Association for almost a year, and he has no voice at all. That’s really cherishing words like gold.”

Wang Weimin smiled embarrassingly. He guessed in his heart that Li Changle was busy dating his daughter. Regarding his opinion on poetry, Wang Weimin also asked Li Changle in private. According to Li Changle's original text, he was not interested in poetry. Such enthusiasm is just something I feel in my heart occasionally.

At that time, Wang Weimin almost couldn't hold back when he heard this sentence, that is to say, Li Changle was his prospective son-in-law, otherwise he could beat this Versailles pretender to death.

If you can write such a level of poetry with a feeling in your heart, you can do it if you study hard. However, when Wang Weimin persuaded Li Changle in a tone similar to Ye Xiande, Li Changle just waved his hands.

Thinking of this, Wang Weimin shook his head and said, "Young people's thinking is always different from ours. You can't force it, just let it be, teacher."

Who knew that just after Wang Weimin finished speaking, Ye Xiande said excitedly: "Let it be? Let it go! I pulled Li Changle into the Poetry Association back then, and there were still many people talking about me in private. The few poems I wrote stunned those guys, and now someone else jumped out, and the preliminary round of the poetry conference is over, and I haven’t seen any movement from your son-in-law, so where do you think I’m going to put my face.”

Face is often very important for a person of high morals and prestige like Ye Xiande. Now some people suspect that he is abusing his power, relying on himself as the vice president of the Poetry Association to casually drag his younger generation into the association.

If the idea is more malicious, some people are even discussing whether Li Changle's original poems were written by himself. Otherwise, with this literary talent and skills, how could it be possible that there is no poem produced throughout the year? There was no movement at the most lively poetry conference.

"There is such a thing?" Wang Weimin looked at Ye Xiande in surprise.

Wang Weimin knew very well in his heart that Li Changle was definitely a genuine literary talent. From the thoughtful use of the poem he discussed with him at the beginning, he could see Li Changle's profound skills in poetry.

"What the hell is wrong with this world? Anyone who writes shit and shit can enter the Poetry Association, but people who are really talented and learned come in and people will doubt it?"

Some people would doubt Li Changle and his future son-in-law, Wang Weimin also began to feel unhappy.

Ye Xiande regained his composure, glanced at Wang Weimin in a flat tone, and then said angrily: "Otherwise, do you think I called you here to reminisce about the past? It's inappropriate, I don't know what this girl said to him if I let Susu talk about it, anyway, there is no movement now, if you don't talk to that child in Changle and let him prepare, I don't think my old face will be confused in the poetry world That's right, the vice president can also step down directly."

Wang Weimin felt a prick in his heart. He came all the way to Beiping for a business trip, and his teacher immediately called him to sit at home. At first, he really thought it was Ye Xiande who wanted to catch up with him or something.

Never thought it was because of this, Wang Weimin smiled wryly, this man is old, he really cares about face more than anything else, he knows whether Li Changle is talented or not, and Ye Xiande must also know, but Ye Xiande just wants to let Li Changle let himself out of this, the key is that he still refuses to take the initiative to find Li Changle.

Thinking of this, Wang Weimin smiled, and then said: "I know the teacher, I will talk to Changle later, based on my understanding of Changle, it is not too difficult to concoct a poem in a few days. "

Wang Weimin has seen Li Changle write a poem in just one day without knowing the proposition, and it was more than once, and whether it is Acacia or Qingping, they are not the same style of poetry, plus Chatting with Li Changle before, Wang Weimin's impression of Li Changle is that he does not stick to one style, but has various styles and can be outstanding.

Ye Xiande nodded. Wang Weimin still understood. Since Wang Weimin dared to say that, Li Changle must be fine. His disciple is not someone who brags and does not write drafts. Ye Xiande said in a slightly relaxed tone: "Fortunately, this year's poems The judges of the conference have changed, otherwise I guess I will have to bear another infamy."

Wang Weimin felt a little amused by Ye Xiande's serious character, but at least he reassured his teacher, it's not suitable for a person of his age to be too serious.

Wang Weimin bid farewell to Ye Xiande that day, and hurried back to Jinling after dealing with the matter in Peiping, but Wang Weimin always remembered what Ye Xiande explained.

Li Changle looked at the call from Ye Xiande, and was a little dazed for a while. He seemed to have not contacted his future father-in-law for more than half a year. Why would Wang Weimin suddenly contact him.

"Your father is looking for me, what should I do?"

Li Changle turned his face to look at Wang Siyi who was leaning on his shoulder while kneading melon seeds while watching the drama. Wang Siyi stopped the movements of his hands, but the realization still stayed on the screen.

"Just pick it up if you are looking for you, and ask me what I am doing."

Li Changle asked tentatively: "Do you think there is a possibility that he knows we are living together, what if he wants to be at our door like last time?"

To say that Li Changle met Wang Weimin for the first time, it was definitely not friendly. Wang Weimin saw himself as an enemy at first sight, Li Changle could still see this, and then he watched the father and daughter live. The drama of the quarrel.

Regarding Wang Weimin's desire to control his daughter, Li Changle was still a little apprehensive. When they lived together last time, they were not even friends. He, Li Changle, would sit upright then.

This will be a real relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend. Although it is said that he has not really reached the last step, he has taken advantage of Wang Siyi's advantage. If Wang Weimin looked at him with the same eyes as before, he reckoned that he would be angry. I didn't dare to take a breath, I really didn't have the confidence.

Thinking about these things, it only took a second or two. After thinking about it, Li Changle still felt that he had to answer the call.

"Uncle Wang, what's the matter?" Li Changle glanced at Wang Siyi next to him, and asked Wang Weimin.

But Li Changle's voice was a little guilty, a guilty conscience.

Wang Weimin didn't notice the abnormality in Li Changle's voice, he just focused on the business: "Changle, it's not that the poetry competition has already started, the preliminaries are over, I'm looking for you to ask if you have any ideas for the poetry competition, Last year you were able to win both the Cantonese and the national competitions, but this year it would be unreal if you didn’t make any noise.”

Li Changle was surprised, why it seems that everyone wants to participate in this poetry conference. At the beginning, he participated in the poetry conference only for money. There is no way that when he just came to this world, he was penniless.

The money for the poetry conference was very considerable for me at the time. Li Changle thought that at the beginning, he could spend his whole life with this wool, but he realized later that writing novels and songs made more money than writing poems. up.

However, Ye Susu has already agreed to this matter. According to Ye Susu, this is the expectation of his grandfather Ye Xiande.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I will participate this year. I will contribute when the theme of the main competition is announced. Don't worry." Li Changle gave Wang Weimin a reassurance, saying that he would never forget it.

Wang Weimin thought that Li Changle would agree to it because he had to spend a lot of saliva. He never thought that Li Changle would be so direct, and said happily: "That's good. It's really annoying that the theme hasn't come out. Every year, the theme of the poetry conference is different. It makes people feel unexpected and reasonable, but I can give you a few directions. This year, there is a high probability that you will choose one of the themes: farewell, landscape, or bright moon. You can prepare well."

Li Changle smiled, thanked Wang Weimin very calmly, and the two chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

"Is it a poetry conference again?" Wang Siyi asked without raising his head.

Li Changle nodded: "Yes, fortunately your father is not at the door."

Wang Siyi raised his head, gave Li Changle a supercilious look, then broke a melon seed and stuffed it into Li Changle's mouth: "Also, even a melon seed can't stop your mouth."