When the preliminary judges of the poetry competition saw Li Changle's three poems, they were all shocked. What kind of monster is this? He wrote three poems using the same tune name.

Moreover, each of the three poems is worthy of being passed down through the ages. After reading them repeatedly several times, the preliminary reviewer quickly sent the manuscript to the group.

"Come and take a look at these three poems!" After sending them, he continued to send three Qingping tunes to the group.

The group was quiet for three minutes before it started to explode.

"These three poems are truly amazing. Outstanding poems about beauties are rare, and these three poems alone are truly masterpieces for all time!"

"The moment I saw this first poem, a fairy-like woman appeared in my mind. It's amazing. After writing poetry for so many years, today I really saw it."

"Flowers are people, people are flowers. The author of this poem is truly talented!"

"This year's poetry competition is so fierce that three poems worthy of being passed down through the ages have suddenly emerged?"

"My favorite is still the first one, 'The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty.' This line alone has won me over."

"I don't quite agree with your point of view. The third poem, about the beauty and the beauty of the country, is in love with each other, and the king often looks at it with a smile. It is not inferior to the first poem, and in some ways it even surpasses it."

"I think all three poems are excellent. It's a bit difficult to choose the first place. This year's final judges will probably have a lot of trouble."

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"I'm not sure if you'll believe this, but these three poems were submitted by the same person. In other words, they were all written by the same person."

The preliminary judge watched the endless debate in the group, so he weakly sent a message, and then the chat that was very lively just now suddenly became silent.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could someone write three poems on the same subject that would be passed down through the ages?"

"You know what? These three poems seem to be related, and the writing style is quite similar. I think they were written by the same person."

"Who...who is this contributor? He's so terrifying."

"Who on earth is using a pseudonym to submit this? It doesn't make sense. Why would such a masterpiece be kept hidden?"

"These are the three best poems on the subject of beauty written in all the years the Poetry Contest has been held. Bar none. This author must be very skilled in this subject."

"It is so clear and graceful, and it has its own unique style. I am ashamed to be inferior to it."

"Who is that contributor? Let everyone see who it is."

"These three poems are all submissions from the Cantonese competition. The poet's name is Li Xiaoyao. Hey, why does this name sound so familiar?"

The preliminary reviewer felt inexplicably familiar when he saw the submitter's name, as if he had heard or seen this name somewhere.

"Fuck, it turned out to be him!"

“It turned out to be him!”

"Do you know this Li Xiaoyao? Why are you so shocked?"

Some people were confused when they saw people in the group constantly saying that it was him.

"Have you ever heard of the poem about longing for love? Red beans grow in the south, and in spring they sprout a few branches... He is the author of that poem about longing for love!"

"The top scorer in the Cantonese division of this year's poetry competition, whose poem 'Lovesickness' is truly stunning, is this person, so it makes sense that all three poems were written by him. This boy is truly talented."

"None of these three poems is inferior to "Lovesickness." Moreover, the three poems are written with great freedom and are linked to each other, echoing each other from beginning to end. Poetry can be played like this!"

"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized that the three poems can be read together. I don't know who this Li Xiaoyao is. I really want to meet him."

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Li Changle had no idea about the shock that Qingping Diao had caused among the preliminary judges of the poetry competition. He was now on his way to the airport to pick up his sister and take her home.

Li Changle's sister is a sophomore in Beijing, a city a full mile from Beijing and Guangzhou. It takes hours to fly there, let alone train. She barely comes home a few times a year, not even during summer vacation this year.

Because she said her family was in financial difficulty and she planned to stay at school during the summer vacation and work a summer job to earn living expenses. Only after Li Changle graduated and started earning money did the family's financial situation begin to improve, and her parents kept persuading her not to work so hard.

It happened to be a long holiday, and her parents had to persuade her to go home, so she reluctantly went home. If her parents hadn't reminded her, Li Changle would have almost forgotten that she had a younger sister.

The main reason is that they seldom contact each other. It’s not that their relationship is bad, but Li Yani seldom takes the initiative to look for Li Changle because she is afraid that Li Changle will give her money to spend at every turn.

They are all family. In Li Yani's opinion, Li Changle, who just graduated, will have to go through poverty for at least a year before he can barely maintain his life.

Li Changle was the kind of person who cared about her in every way. Every time he took the initiative to look for her, she was forced to collect living expenses. Li Yani felt that she could earn her living expenses by her own ability.

Li Changle had two memories that had been entangled for several months, and it was difficult for her to remember them unless she tried to recall them.

When thinking of his sister, Li Changle's mind came up with a girl with a mushroom head hairstyle, big eyes and a melon-shaped face.

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