"How about it, Lao Li, this poem is pretty good, right?"

Wang Weimin was on the phone when hearty laughter came from the president's office of Jinling University.

“This…this…”

"Old Wang, I know you, this poem is definitely not written by you. How could you write such a poem? Tell me, in which ancient book did you find this hidden gem?"

The middle-aged man named Lao Li opposite was shocked when he saw the poem of lovesickness. He thought that Lao Wang had secretly made up for his lessons and wrote such a poem that will be passed down through the ages.

But on second thought, even if he were given a hundred years of tutoring, he still wouldn't be able to write such poetry.

It must be a poem he saw in some ancient book. Even he had to admit that it was well written.

As the president of the China Cantonese Poetry Association, I am a professional and I like to write a few poems when I have nothing to do, and occasionally there are some excellent works.

But he was sure that he would never be able to write such a poem.

Although this poem is just a five-character quatrain and looks extremely simple, it is actually the highest level of poetry about objects. Seeing objects reminds people of people and expressing emotions through objects.

"Haha, you might not believe this, but this was written by a guy in his twenties."

"Wang Weimin, you're fucking bullshit! Even if you didn't want to lend me your rare ancient book, you wouldn't have framed me like this."

Li Xuexin became furious and said to Wang Weimin.

"Hey, hey, I'm so anxious. Why are you so anxious? Lao Li, you know me."

"I, Wang Weimin, won't lie. This poem will be entered into your Cantonese Poetry Conference this year. I think you'll be able to see the submission uploaded below tomorrow."

"real?"

Li Xuexin still had some doubts. Could a man in his early twenties really write such a poem?

This is too outrageous. Have I been living like a dog all these years?

"That's not right. I haven't even seen this poem yet. How come you, Wang Weimin, saw it first? Even if you're a judge, you still have to review the first draft before you can see it, right?"

"Haha, I helped submit this poem. The young man who wrote it has some connection with me. I don't think you know that, do you?"

Wang Weimin felt extremely happy. This young man might be his future son-in-law. He could not write poems like himself.

If my son-in-law can write it, then it is written by their family. Rounding it off, this poem can also be considered written by him.

"If that's true, then there's no doubt who will be the champion of this year's Cantonese poetry competition."

Li Xuexin sighed.

"Where did you find this young man? Let me meet him someday. Young people like him are simply amazing. The Chinese Poetry Conference has been held for so many years, and this Prime Minister Xiangsi can be considered a leader."

"Don't worry about how we met. This guy is a troublemaker. We'll talk about it later. I called you today just to show off to you, hahahaha."

Wang Weimin's hearty laughter came from the phone. Li Xuexin's face turned black and he hung up the phone directly.

Wang Weimin didn't care when he saw the call was hung up. After thinking for a while, he picked up the phone and made another call to Wang Siyi.

Wang Siyi looked at the incoming call number on her phone and saw that it was her father. She hesitated a little, but finally answered the call. She put the phone to her ear but didn't say anything.

"Siyi, you finally pay attention to daddy!"

Wang Weimin said this happily. However, Wang Siyi remained silent, mainly because she didn't know what to say.

"Siyi, I heard you are in Shanghai now?"

"Um."

"Well...can you come back home sometime? Your mom hasn't seen you in a long time."

Wang Siyi's mind flashed with her mother's appearance. It had indeed been a long time since she had seen her mother.

Although every meeting with my mother in recent years has ended on bad terms, I still miss her a little.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally said:

"I'm going to release a new album soon, so I'm quite busy. I'll talk to you when I have time."

"Okay, then remember to tell dad in advance when you come back!"

Wang Weimin was already very happy. She knew that if Wang Siyi didn't refuse, it meant she agreed. Although she wouldn't be back right away, at least she had something to look forward to.

In order to get his daughter back this time, he had to find a way to get his wife to talk it out with his daughter.

There is no unsolvable conflict between mother and daughter. It all depends on human effort.

"Okay, Dad, I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."

The entire call lasted less than three minutes, but Wang Siyi was still a little nervous after hanging up the phone.

I don’t know what to say. I have become much more distant from my parents in the past few years.

Wang Weimin didn't care about the length of the call. He was very happy that his daughter was willing to answer the phone and call him dad.

I used to be too stubborn. No matter what my daughter wants to do, as long as it is not against the law, there is no harm in supporting her.

Chen Baozhu came back from outside and saw Wang Siyi, and said happily:

"Wanjun, I've already settled things at the company. The album will be released in a week. You should get some rest during this time. I guess we'll have to start promoting the new album after it's released, so you won't have as much time to rest then."

"And remember to practice the song 'Red Bean' more. You'll probably be performing on stage then. You'll also have to perform on stage during the preview of Huang Wenchuan's new movie. Take care of your voice during this time..."

"Okay, Sister Baozhu, thank you for your hard work during this period."

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