"Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, I've been so busy lately that I forgot. I'll vote now, I'll vote now..."
Li Changle felt a little embarrassed.
"Forget it, kid, just send me the poems you prepared and I'll help you submit them."
"You should be prepared, kid. Send me the poem you wrote and I'll submit it for you when the time comes."
Wang Weimin was still okay with Li Changle. After all, he believed that Li Changle was likely to be his future son-in-law.
His wife at home may not be willing to do this, so he has to help him make some arrangements first, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with later.
My wife knows it very well. She likes talented people. That's how I got her back then.
"Ah... Uncle Wang, let me ask you, what was the theme of the poetry conference you mentioned last time? I forgot..."
Li Changle said somewhat embarrassedly that he had almost forgotten about this matter. If Wang Weimin had not reminded him, the 300,000 yuan would probably have been lost.
"You little brat, you haven't even prepared anything, so why are you even participating? I told you to take care of things, and you're just going to take care of them like that?"
Wang Weimin has a good temper, but he was still very angry even in this situation. Who the hell can tolerate this? They had agreed to it last time, but this kid forgot everything in the end.
The deadline for submissions is today. Even if he can write it, how good can a poem that was conceived in less than a day be? It's all thanks to me for giving him so much reminders.
Wang Weimin was angry at his lack of fighting spirit and asked him to stand up straight in front of his future mother-in-law.
"Emmmm, Uncle Wang, please tell me the theme of this year's poetry competition. I write very quickly, don't worry!"
Li Changle said confidently, you must be kidding, I don’t need to think at all, just copy it directly.
"This time the theme is lovesickness. There are still about eight hours left until the submission deadline. Pay me some attention, and send the manuscript to me on WeChat when you're done."
"Hey, okay Uncle Wang. I'll send it to you later."
"Oh, by the way, has Siyi been doing well recently?"
Wang Weimin also asked about Wang Siyi's recent situation, even though she was his own daughter.
However, Wang Weimin felt deeply sad during this period because his daughter did not even call him and his wife.
She didn't answer the phone calls or reply to WeChat messages. He Shumin even wanted to come down and talk to her daughter, but was stopped by Wang Weimin.
Just kidding, what if He Shumin found out that her daughter was living with a strange man.
Then Wang Weimin really has to choose between his wife and daughter, so it’s better to put it off for the time being.
"Ah, didn't Siyi call you?"
"She went to Shanghai, didn't you know?"
Li Changle was a little confused. That woman, Wang Siyi, kept saying that she would tell her father that he, Li Changle, bullied his daughter, but in the end, she didn't even call home.
That’s awesome, Wang Siyi.
Li Changle's face was filled with black lines, and he was thinking that he would go and cause trouble for her later.
"What?! Siyi is back in Shanghai? She didn't tell us..."
Wang Weimin felt very disappointed. It seemed that his daughter was serious this time. She said she would ignore them and so she did. This was not acceptable.
If I really go back to Shanghai, I will have to plan to find my daughter as soon as possible, or at least talk it out with her face to face.
"Alright, alright, that's it for now. Remember to be more careful with your poetry. Remember to send me your draft later and I'll submit it for you... I'm hanging up."
There was a busy tone on the phone. Before Li Changle had time to say polite words to Wang Weimin, he hung up. This Uncle Wang was also a wonderful person. Li Changle shook his head.
I began to think about which poem I should choose to participate in this poetry competition. Since I was going to participate, I must be aiming for the first prize, otherwise it would be meaningless.
So I have to come up with a song that can calm the situation. Li Changle pondered for a moment.
"Lovesickness..."
“Got it!”
After muttering to himself for a while, Li Changle's eyes suddenly lit up. Why didn't he think of this poem?
I patted my head and thought, this poem should be a sure win when it comes to poetry competitions, right?
With a "ding dong" sound, Li Changle glanced at his phone. It was a message from Wang Siyi. He didn't say anything, but just sent an emoticon package, which was an emoticon package of a smiling Shiba Inu.
Wang Siyi likes to send emoticons more and more, and she always collects a lot of emoticons of cats and dogs.
Then Li Changle also sent an emoticon package in the same manner, which was still the one with the surprised cat.
"What are you doing?"
Wang Siyi was a little angry when she saw this guy also learning to send emoticons from her, but it seemed that this was a habit she had developed, so she was embarrassed to say anything to him and could only ask him using the most common chat opening words.
"Write poetry."
"What kind of poem?"
"Your father asked me to submit my work to a poetry competition, saying there would be a prize if I won first place, so I agreed."
Speaking of Wang Weimin, Li Changle felt angry. This woman was very skilled in using the tactics of bullying others.
"Can you still write ancient poetry?"
"Haven't you read my novels? They often contain poetry, all written by me. Is it strange that I can write classical poetry? / Rolling eyes."
Li Changle even rolled his eyes.
"How can they be the same? The ancient poems in your novel are very ordinary. You wouldn't get any place in a poetry competition."
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