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

Chapter 39 Acacia

"Ah, I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, I've been too busy these days, I forgot, I'll vote now, vote now."

Li Changle felt a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, you kid, just send me the poems you prepared, and I'll help you contribute."

"You kid should be prepared. Send me the poem you wrote, and I will hand it in for you when the time comes."

Wang Weimin was okay with Li Changle, after all, he believed that Li Changle would most likely be his future son-in-law.

The wife at home may not be very willing, so he has to help him make a move first, otherwise it will be difficult at that time.

My wife knows too well that she likes talented people, and that's how I got her in the past.

"Ah, Uncle Wang, let me ask, what was the theme of the poetry conference you mentioned last time, I forgot."

Li Changle said with some embarrassment, he almost forgot about this matter, if Wang Weimin didn't remind him, there is a high probability that the 30 would be gone.

"You brat, you didn't even get ready, so what's the point of participating? I told you to take it easy, so are you just going to take it easy?"

Wang Weimin has a good temper, even if he is like this, he is very angry. Who can bear his meowing, what he said last time was good, this kid agreed with all his mouth, but in the end he forgot all about it.

The deadline for submission is today, even if he can write it, how good the poem he conceived in less than a day is thanks to Laozi reminding him with all his heart.

Wang Weimin is angry at him for letting him stand upright in front of his future mother-in-law.

"Emmmm, Uncle Wang, please tell me the theme of this year's poetry conference first, I can write quickly, don't worry!"

Li Changle vowed, "Just kidding, I don't have to think about it at all, okay, just copy it and it's over."

"The theme this time is lovesickness. It's almost eight hours before the deadline for submissions. You kid will give me some snacks. After finishing writing, send the manuscript to my WeChat."

"Hey, good Uncle Wang. I'll send it to you later."

"Oh, by the way, how is Siyi doing these days?"

By the way, Wang Weimin asked about Wang Siyi's recent situation, even though she was his own daughter.

However, Wang Weimin was deeply distressed during this time, and his daughter did not even call him and his wife.

She didn't answer her phone calls, and didn't reply to her WeChat messages. He Shumin even wanted to come down directly to talk to her daughter, but she was stopped by Wang Weimin anyway.

Just kidding, if He Shumin finds out that her daughter lives with a strange man.

Then he, Wang Weimin, really has to choose between his wife and his daughter, so let's wait for now.

"Ah, didn't Siyi call you?"

"She has gone to Shanghai, don't you know?"

Li Changle was a bit confused, Wang Siyi, that woman, said all day long that she wanted to tell her father that Li Changle bullied his daughter, but in the end she didn't even make a phone call home.

Really awesome, Wang Siyi.

There were black lines on Li Changle's face, thinking that he was going to trouble her later.

"What?! Siyi has returned to Shanghai? She didn't tell us?"

Wang Weimin's heart was very cold, his daughter seemed to be serious this time, and they ignored them if they said nothing, but this time it won't work.

If he really went back to Shanghai, then he had to plan to find his daughter, at least he had to talk to her face to face.

"Okay, okay, let's do this first, remember to pay attention to your kid's poetry, and remember to send me the manuscript later, and I will hand it in for you. Hang up."

There was a busy tone on the phone, before Li Changle had time to say polite words to Wang Weimin, he hung up directly, this Uncle Wang is also a wonderful person, Li Changle shook his head.

I began to think about which poem I would choose to participate in this poetry conference. Since I wanted to participate, I must go for the No.1 prize, otherwise it would be boring.

So I have to come up with a song that must be able to hold the scene, Li Changle pondered for a while.

"Acacia."

"Have it!"

After muttering to himself, Li Changle's eyes suddenly lit up, why didn't he think of this poem.

I patted myself on the head, this poem should be sure to go to the poetry conference, right?

With a "ding dong", Li Changle glanced at the phone, it was Wang Siyi who sent it, and didn't say anything, just sent an emoji, it was a smiling emoji of a Shiba Inu.

Wang Siyi is more and more fond of posting emojis, and can always collect a lot of cats, dogs and other emojis.

Then Li Changle also sent an emoticon in a decent manner, it was still the surprised cat.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Siyi was a little annoyed when he saw that this guy also learned to post emojis, but it seemed that he had brought up this habit himself, so he didn't have the nerve to talk about him, so he could only ask him at the beginning of the most common chat.

"Write poetry."

"What poem to write?"

"Your father asked me to submit an article to participate in the poetry conference, and said that there would be a bonus for winning No.1, so I agreed."

When it comes to Wang Weimin, Li Changle is angry, this woman is quite skilled in her tricks.

"Can you still write ancient poems?"

"Haven't you read the novels I wrote? There are often poems in them, all of which are written by me. Isn't it strange that I can write ancient poems/roll eyes."

Li Changle even added a supercilious look.

"That can't be the same. The ancient poems in your novel are very ordinary, and you won't get a ranking if you take them to the poetry conference."

"Are you so insecure about me?"

Li Changle was in a hurry, and then directly sent the poems he wanted to contribute to Wang Siyi.

"Red beans grow in the southern country, how many branches come out in spring?

May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick"

Originally, Wang Siyi wanted to laugh at Li Changle for being overconfident, but when he saw a poem he sent, he was stunned.

"Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring"

After muttering to himself, he read the poem again, and suddenly felt that although the poem looked very simple.

But the lovesickness shown in the text is stronger than an article with thousands of words.

"What's the name of this poem?"

"It's called Acacia. How about it? Is this poem okay?"

Li Changle proudly challenged Wang Siyi, and even sent an emoji.

But this time Wang Siyi ignored Li Changle, she is currently in a recording studio in Shanghai, waiting for Yang Caiqian to come over, so she has time to chat with Li Changle.

But now this meeting has been shocked by this thought, this guy, is he so good?
And he thought, could this poem called Lovesickness have something to do with the red bean he wrote to himself?
"How did you write this poem?"

You have to ask Wang Wei this question, how do I know.

Li Changle didn't know how to answer this question, he couldn't say that he copied it, even though he really copied it.

But there is no Wang Wei in this world. The first thing he read out was written by him. How can it be regarded as copying things about scholars.

"There was a flash of inspiration in my mind, and I thought of this poem. What do you think? This poem should be taken to participate in the poetry conference. It should be No. 1, right?"

"How do I know, you can ask my father."

"The producer is here, I'm going to record a song."

After Wang Siyi finished speaking, she didn't reply to Li Changle again.

Li Changle also knew that Wang Siyi was really busy, so he didn't reply to her again, and then forwarded the four poems sent to Wang Siyi to Wang Weimin.

Then Wang Weimin's WeChat phone vibrated, and when he picked it up, he didn't open the chat box right away, it was Li Changle who sent it.

He thought it was because Li Changle didn't quite understand how to write poems with the theme of lovesickness, so he came to ask him the question.

With the idea of ​​guiding him, he opened the dialog box.But he found that what caught his eyes was a five-character quatrain.

Red beans are born in southern China, how many branches will spring come?
May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick

"This"

When Wang Weimin first saw this five-character quatrain, he thought it was simple at first.

After reading it once, I realized that this is a good poem, the kind that can be handed down through the ages. At least, he couldn't compose poems of this level.

"Mother Xipi, how can I guide myself, this kid is really good at it."

I muttered to myself with a smile, and after reading this poem again, I found it was not easy.This poem describes lovesickness, but the whole article is inseparable from red beans.

Using the name of his lovesickness son, the feeling of lovesickness arises from things. Although the language is simple, it is full of imagination;

Then, I sent a question to send a message, expressing my feelings in a meaningful way. The third sentence implies cherishing friendship.
The pun in the last sentence is not only to the point, but also related to the emotion.

The mood of the whole poem is healthy and elegant, the thoughts are full and unrestrained, the language is simple and unpretentious, and the rhythm is harmonious and soft.

Such poems, even if the Poetry Conference has been held for so many years, it is rare to see one that can stand shoulder to shoulder with it.

Wang Weimin suddenly thought to himself, is it a bit of a shame to take this poem to participate in the poetry conference in the Guangfu competition area?

This is a poem of quality that can be passed down through the ages.It's a pity that when it comes to the national competition, it doesn't necessarily have to be the theme of lovesickness, that's all, I will contribute this poem to this brat first.

I haven't asked what the name of the poem is, so I have to ask.

"What's the name of your poem, I'll contribute it for you."

"This poem is called Acacia, Uncle Wang, do you think it's okay?"

Wang Weimin's mustache twitched immediately when he saw the words, is it okay?
If your poem is not good, then no one can do it, but you can't boast so hard, you have to be more tactful, lest this kid be complacent.

Wang Weimin suddenly felt that Li Changle was much more pleasing to the eye, he was originally a literati, and he always liked talented people.

After getting in touch with him in Yangcheng, he felt that Li Changle was a nice person, and now he found out that he was talented, not to mention how happy he was, this prospective son-in-law, he recognized it!
Smiling, he submitted Li Changle's manuscript to the Guangfu Poetry Association for review, and the process still had to go.

Although he was invited to be the judge this time, he couldn't say anything.

Besides, with the quality of this poem, how could it be impossible to get ahead, no matter how you say it, you have to shock those old guys.

I am secretly proud of myself, this is my future son-in-law, it's incredible.

The next time I see my daughter, I have to let my daughter hold this kid tightly in her hands, and I can't run away.

In Shanghai, a high-end recording studio.

Chen Baozhu and Wang Siyi saw Yang Caiqian who was late, and rushed to meet him.

"Oh, Mr. Yang is here, I still want to thank you for being willing to be the producer of our Wanjun's album, thank you, this is Wanjun, you should be more familiar..."

Chen Baozhu saw Yang Caiqian walking in and immediately took Wang Siyi up to greet him.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. There is a traffic jam on the road, and I am a little late..."

Yang Caiqian walked in in a hurry and said embarrassedly.

"Hi, it's okay, we just came here not long ago."

Chen Baozhu's face was full of smiles, and she didn't mean to blame at all. After Xinyi snatched the song he wrote, it was their fault.

"Mr. Yang, I'm very sorry for what happened last time. We didn't know that the leader of Xinyi Huyu could do such an outrageous thing..."

Wang Siyi was a little embarrassed, and said to Yang Caiqian in a slightly apologetic manner.

"It's okay, it's over, if it weren't for this, I still wouldn't have heard such a good song, the song you found somewhere is much better than the one I wrote, the person who wrote the song for you is amazing what……"

Yang Caiqian is obviously a magnanimous person, and he highly admires Li Changle who wrote the song Hongdou.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore. It is my honor to be able to make a song like Hongdou. Wan Jun, please prepare, let's start now..."

Yang Caiqian can't wait, this song must be produced well.

As a musician, he has always been able to accurately control the songs in the market. He has an intuition that this song must be popular!

Making a song like this would do him no harm.A group of people walked into the recording studio and began to make the accompaniment.

In fact, the accompaniment is not difficult to make, because Li Changle told Wang Siyi where and which instrument should be used for this song.

They just need to make it according to the idea in Li Changle's mind.

After half a day's work, after the rough version of the accompaniment came out, Wang Siyi began to audition for vocals, and Yang Caiqian stood outside the recording room.

Listening to the song Hongdou sung by Wang Siyi, I secretly sighed, this song is really tailor-made for her, it is very suitable for her.

The rationality of this accompaniment is also very good. There is almost nothing he can modify. It can only be said that the person who made this song is too strong.

I can be regarded as the top figure in the music scene, why have I never heard of this character named Li Xiaoyao, it is really the wave of the Yangtze River that pushes the waves ahead.

After listening to Wang Siyi singing the whole song, Yang Caiqian was generally satisfied, but he was still a little emotionally insufficient, so he told Wang Siyi that he planned to record it again.

Wang Siyi didn't say anything either. Recording a song has never been an easy task. It is impossible to record the most perfect sample by singing it once.

This is the title song of the album, so it should be treated with caution.

Several times in a row, Wang Siyi felt a little tired from singing, but Yang Caiqian felt that he was still a little lacking in emotion.

But looking at Wang Siyi's appearance, he knew that his condition would be gone if he continued to sing, so he simply said to take a break first.

"Mr. Wan, as for the song Hongdou, I have roughly analyzed it. This song must have that kind of lovesickness, and it must have the kind of lovesickness that has expectations for the future."

"For example, if you like someone, and then you will separate from him because you have to, but you have to believe that the end result of you must be happy..."

Wang Siyi blushed a little, isn't he talking about herself?

Thinking of the poem Li Changle sent to him in the morning, Wang Siyi fell into deep thought.

"Okay, take a break first and we'll continue later..."

"No need, teacher, I probably know how to sing, let's start now,"

　Thanks to the two book friends Mingkit Ming and Kalu Dipo for their rewards~
　　This book is finally recommended, test the waters ~ I was slapped in the face by the starting point just after I finished talking yesterday 23333
　　Veteran readers know everything, testing the waters is basically the only way for a street-smarting author. Although I am a street-smart, I am also a street-smart with ideals, come on! (>_<)
　　The writers who have ideals and dreams continue to ask for recommendation tickets, collections, and monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)