But as soon as Wang Weimin finished speaking, Ye Xiande immediately spoke excitedly, "Let it be? What the hell! I was the one who got Li Changle into the Poetry Association. At the time, there were quite a few people who were secretly talking about me. It was Li Changle's poems that intimidated those guys. Now someone else has jumped out. The poetry competition preliminaries are over and your son-in-law hasn't made any move. How can I put my face down?"
For a highly respected person like Ye Xiande, face is often very important. Now some people suspect that he is abusing his power and relying on his position as vice president of the Poetry Association to arbitrarily pull his juniors into the association.
If the idea was more malicious, some people would even discuss whether those poems were actually written by Li Changle himself. Otherwise, with such literary talent and skills, how could he not produce a single poem in the whole year and not even participate in the most lively poetry conference of the year?
"Is there such a thing?" Wang Weimin looked at Ye Xiande in surprise.
Wang Weimin himself knew very well that Li Changle was absolutely a genuine literary talent. From the way he had pondered and applied the poem they had discussed at the beginning, it could be seen that Li Changle had a very deep foundation in poetry.
"What kind of world is this? People who write about shit, piss, and fart can join the poetry association, but people with real talent and knowledge are doubted when they join?"
Wang Weimin began to feel unhappy that someone would doubt Li Changle and his future son-in-law.
Ye Xiande regained his composure, glanced at Wang Weimin calmly, and then said with full energy, "Do you think I called you here just to reminisce about the past? This kid is really outrageous. It's not appropriate for an old man like me to talk to him about this. I don't know what she said to him even if I asked Susu to go. Anyway, there's no movement now. If you don't talk to Changle and get him to prepare, I guess I'll have no face in the poetry world, and I can just resign as vice president."
Wang Weimin felt a prick in his heart. He had come all the way to Peking on a business trip, and his teacher immediately asked him to come to his house for a visit. At first, he really thought that Ye Xiande wanted to reminisce with him or something.
Wang Weimin never expected that it was about this. He smiled bitterly. This old man really valued face more than anything else. He knew whether Li Changle had talent or not, and Ye Xiande must have known it too, but Ye Xiande just wanted Li Changle to help him vent his anger. The key was that he was unwilling to take the initiative to find Li Changle.
Thinking of this, Wang Weimin smiled and said, "I understand, teacher. I'll go talk to Changle later. From what I know about Changle, I think it shouldn't be too difficult for him to come up with a poem in a few days."
Wang Weimin had seen Li Changle write a poem in just one day without knowing the topic, and he had seen it more than once. Moreover, both "Lovesickness" and "Qingping Diao" were not poems of the same style. In addition, from his previous chats with Li Changle, Wang Weimin's impression of Li Changle was that she was not confined to one style, but had a variety of styles and was outstanding in all of them.
Ye Xiande nodded. He knew Wang Weimin well. If Wang Weimin dared to say so, then Li Changle must be fine. His disciple was not one to brag without thinking. Ye Xiande said in a slightly relaxed tone, "Fortunately, the judges for this year's poetry competition have been replaced, otherwise I would probably have to bear another stigma."
Wang Weimin found Ye Xiande's serious character a little funny, but at least it made his teacher feel at ease. It was not appropriate for a man of his age to be too serious.
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Wang Weimin said goodbye to Ye Xiande that day and rushed back to Nanjing after dealing with the matters in Peiping. However, Wang Weimin always remembered what Ye Xiande had told him.
Li Changle looked at the call from Ye Xiande and was a little confused for a moment. It seemed that he had not been in contact with his future father-in-law for more than half a year. Why did Wang Weimin suddenly contact him at this time?
"What should I do if your dad comes to find me?"
Li Changle turned his head to look at Wang Siyi who was leaning on his shoulder, cracking melon seeds and watching the drama. Wang Siyi stopped what he was doing, but his mind was still fixed on the screen.
"Just answer the phone if I ask you, why are you asking me?"
Li Changle asked tentatively, "Is there a possibility that he knows we are living together? What if he wants to show up at our doorstep like last time?"
To say that Li Changle's first meeting with Wang Weimin was definitely not friendly, Wang Weimin looked at him as if he were an enemy at first sight, and Li Changle could still see this. Then he watched a big drama of a father and daughter quarreling on the spot.
Li Changle was still a little scared of Wang Weimin's desire to control his daughter. The last time they lived together, they weren't even friends. He, Li Changle, was very upright at that time.
This could be a real boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Although they didn't really go to the final step, he had taken advantage of Wang Siyi a lot. If Wang Weimin looked at him with the same eyes as before, he estimated that he would not dare to breathe for a long time. He really had no confidence.
It only took a second or two to think about these things. After thinking about it, Li Changle still felt that he should answer the call.
"Uncle Wang, what's wrong?" Li Changle glanced at Wang Siyi next to him and asked Wang Weimin.
However, Li Changle's voice sounded a little weak, as if he was feeling guilty.
Wang Weimin didn't notice anything unusual about Li Changle's voice; he was completely focused on the important matter. "Changle, the poetry competition has already begun, and the preliminaries are over. I came to you to ask if you have any ideas for the poetry competition. Last year, you took first place in both the Cantonese and national divisions. It would be embarrassing if you didn't make a statement this year."
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