Li Changle was surprised. Why did it seem like everyone wanted her to participate in this poetry competition? She had only participated in the poetry competition for money. There was no other way. She had just come to this world and had no money. She was really poor.

The money earned from the poetry competition was very considerable for him at that time. Li Changle had been naive and thought that he could make a living from this money. However, he later discovered that he could make more money from writing novels and songs than from writing poetry.

However, this matter has already been promised to Ye Susu. According to Ye Susu, this is the expectation of his grandfather Ye Xiande. Li Changle has no choice but to do it. The old man is a good person, and no matter what, he should participate again for this reason.

"Don't worry, Uncle Wang. I will participate this year. I will submit my work once the main competition starts and the theme is announced. Don't worry." Li Changle gave Wang Weimin a reassurance, saying that he would definitely not forget.

Wang Weimin thought he would have to persuade Li Changle for a while before she agreed, but he didn't expect Li Changle to be so direct. He said happily, "That's good. It's really annoying that we haven't decided on a theme yet. The themes of the poetry conference every year are both unexpected and reasonable. But I can give you a few ideas. This year, we'll probably choose one of the themes: Farewell, Landscapes and Pastoral Life, or Bright Moon. You can prepare well."

Li Changle smiled and thanked Wang Weimin very calmly. The two chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.

"Another poetry conference?" Wang Siyi asked without raising his head.

Li Changle nodded: "Yeah, luckily your dad isn't at the door."

Wang Siyi raised her head, rolled her eyes at Li Changle, and then broke off a melon seed and stuffed it into Li Changle's mouth: "You still say that melon seeds can't shut your mouth."