"Hey Weimin, Changle should be considered your son-in-law, right?" Ye Xiande sat calmly on the armchair, asking with some regret.

Wang Weimin sat aside, nodded respectfully to Ye Xiande, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I guess so. I guess these two children should be at the stage of discussing marriage soon."

At this point, Wang Weimin couldn't help but admire his own sharp vision. Although his first reaction when he saw Li Changle was that he disliked this guy, he found that he was even more handsome than he was when he was young, and it looked like he was here to snatch his daughter away from him.

However, after some contact, not to mention that he was here to snatch his daughter away, even if he didn't want to snatch his daughter away from him, Wang Weimin had to find a way to make him his son-in-law.

He is reliable, talented, and more handsome than himself. Most importantly, Wang Siyi likes him. There are not many men who meet all these conditions at the same time.

Of course, what changed Wang Weimin's first impression of Li Changle was his talent, whether it was poetry or literary talent. Although he was reluctant to admit it, Wang Weimin also knew that his son-in-law might be better than himself in these aspects.

Ye Xiande glanced at Wang Weimin, then continued in a tone of dismay, "Since he's your son-in-law, he's half your son. How could you let your son waste his talent for no reason, tinkering with trivial things all day long? Even an old man like me often hears about your daughter and son-in-law's love affair, which is known to everyone in the world."

Ye Xiande became increasingly agitated. Wang Weimin was about to step forward to help him, but Ye Xiande waved his hand and continued, "Is this reasonable? Is this sensible?"

"I'm not against them dating, but you know Changle's poetic talent. Everything he writes is of a level that will be passed down through the ages. Someone with this kind of talent should seriously delve into poetry, instead of tinkering with novels, TV dramas, or writing songs!"

Ye Xiande even felt a little sad at the end. He was considered talented and thought that the poems he wrote were good, and many people praised him. However, he had been studying poetry for decades and had written countless poems, many of which could be called masterpieces.

Ye Xiande himself believed that he was already a great poet in this era, and it was almost impossible for his works to be passed down through the ages in this extravagant era.

But it was not until Li Changle appeared that Ye Xiande realized that he was wrong, very wrong. This young man was so energetic that he wrote four or five poems in a row, all of which were works worthy of being passed down through the ages.

When the poem "Lovesickness" first appeared, Ye Xiande read the more than 20 words over and over again. It turned out that it was not that this era could not write works that would be passed down through the ages, but that there was a lack of people who could write works that would be passed down through the ages.

Looking at Ye Xiande with a face full of grief, Wang Weimin was in a dilemma. Ever since Wang Siyi almost severed the father-daughter relationship with him last time, he had almost let Wang Siyi do what she wanted. Then Wang Weimin found that doing so seemed to be good for everyone.

Wang Siyi no longer gets angry with the couple. Every time she goes home, she is in a good mood and happy. She doesn't need to worry so much. As long as Wang Siyi doesn't do anything illegal, they will cover for her.

"Teacher, you know, ever since I almost had a falling out with Siyi last time, I've rarely made decisions for her. Children definitely have their own ideas, and you can't force them."

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

Ye Xiande glanced at Wang Weimin. He hadn't seen his disciple for a while, and he seemed much more confident when speaking to him. Ye Xiande sighed and said, "I'm not asking you to make the decision for them. I'm asking you to persuade Changle to not waste such a great talent. It's hard to say how many years it will take to produce someone like him in this era."

Ye Xiande deeply regrets the decline of poetry. In this era of fast food culture, there are very few people who can appreciate the beauty of poetry. The key is that there is a lack of people who can write poetry with true beauty. Wang Weimin is not good enough, and neither is he.

But Li Changle is okay, and both of them reached a consensus on this point. The poems written by Li Changle really give people a sense of picture when reading them, and they are full of poetic beauty.

"I originally wanted Changle to join the Chinese Poetry Association because I thought he had the potential to become a young person leading the poetry wave of this era. But who knew that kid, hey, hey, he's been in the Poetry Association for almost a year and hasn't made a single sound. He really is very frugal with words."

Wang Weimin smiled awkwardly. He guessed that Li Changle was busy dating his daughter. Wang Weimin also asked Li Changle privately about his opinion on poetry. To use Li Changle's original words, he was not that keen on poetry, but he occasionally felt something about it.

When Wang Weimin heard this, he almost couldn't help himself. It was because Li Changle was his future son-in-law, otherwise he would have beaten this Versailles pretentious guy to death.

If one can write poems of such quality just by feeling something in his heart, then it would be great if he studied it seriously. However, when Wang Weimin tried to persuade Li Changle in a tone similar to Ye Xiande's, Li Changle just waved his hand.

Thinking of this, Wang Weimin shook his head and said, "Young people's ideas are always different from ours. We can't force them. Just let it go, teacher."

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