"Kid, can't you be more careful? What happened this morning? You were so reckless..."
He Shumin couldn't help but blame him.
“Kukuku…”
Li Changle couldn't hold it back any longer, and the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.
Wang Siyi became even angrier when she heard Li Changle's laughter.
"What are you laughing at?"
He asked Li Changle with gritted teeth.
"Pfft...I'm not laughing."
Li Changle held back her energy and said something to Wang Siyi with great difficulty.
"You've been laughing at me, and you haven't stopped!"
"Don't get me wrong, I've been strictly trained. No matter how funny something is, I won't laugh out loud."
"Unless I can't help it, Kukuku..."
Li Changle thought of Wang Siyi's embarrassing behavior in the morning and just now, as well as the conversation just now. He remembered a joke he had seen before, and suddenly he couldn't control himself and laughed out loud.
"you!"
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you two doing? Eat breakfast first, then make trouble."
Wang Weimin looked at the two young people in front of him flirting and said he couldn't stand it. Are the young people nowadays so decadent that they show affection in front of the elderly?
Wang Weimin felt that he was provoked. The most important thing was that the heroine was his daughter. What a sin...
"snort!"
Wang Siyi snorted, then lowered her head and began to eat the broken soup dumpling, taking a full bite of half the dumpling.
He looked at Li Changle with gritted teeth, as if what he was eating in his mouth was not a soup dumpling, but Li Changle.
Li Changle felt a little numb on his scalp. Oh no, why couldn't he control the urge to laugh at him just now? He didn't know how this woman would retaliate against him.
If that doesn't work, I'll just go shopping with her again. Thinking about my calves, which are still sore from the lactic acid buildup.
Li Changle had a slight toothache, but compared to Wang Siyi being angry, he still felt it was better to accompany her shopping.
In order to make Wang Siyi feel better, the thoughtful Li Changle picked up several soup dumplings for Wang Siyi as if to show her courtesy.
"Are you going to feed me like a pig?"
Wang Siyi's face was full of black lines.
"Don't you like eating this soup dumpling? If it tastes good, eat more."
"Hmph, even if you help me pick up the soup dumplings, I won't forgive you today!"
Wang Siyi said this in a fierce and childish voice, but in Li Changle's opinion, this made her even cuter than usual.
"Okay, okay, I got it."
Li Changle nodded while eating buns and replied perfunctorily.
As expected, Wang Siyi ignored Li Changle after finishing breakfast and ran back to her room to do something unknown. Li Changle was bored and looked around in the lobby on the first floor.
After staying here for a day, Li Changle no longer felt so restrained. Although he didn't know why He Shumin and Wang Weimin didn't treat him as an outsider, Li Changle felt that this feeling was not bad.
So he began to get bolder. When he saw Wang Weimin reading a book, he walked over and planned to see what kind of books Wang Weimin, the president of Jinling University, usually read.
"Changle, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Uncle Wang, I see you seem to have a lot of books here."
"Oh, these are some of my collections. Most of them are rubbings of ancient books, not worth mentioning."
Although Wang Weimin said this, he did not look humble at all, and his face was full of pride.
Even though these ancient books are rubbings, they are not available in many libraries. It is not easy for him to get them.
"Uncle, do you like poetry?"
Li Changle asked Wang Weimin a question. Li Changle took a look and found that most of the books on the bookshelf were poems.
Obviously, Wang Weimin should be very knowledgeable about poetry. If I remember correctly, Wang Weimin seems to be a member of the Poetry Association?
"Poetry is one of my few hobbies. I'm not ashamed to say that the identity I'm most proud of isn't my position as president of Jinling University. I prefer people to call me a poet."
"Come on, Changle, let me show you some of the poems I've written in recent years."
Wang Weimin knew that Li Changle also understood poetry. He had finally gotten such an opportunity, so of course he wanted to show off his poems written in recent years to this kid.
Although he wrote poems like "longing for love", Wang Weimin felt that it was at most just a flash of inspiration in his mind.
After all, Li Changle is only in his early twenties, and in terms of the solidity of basic skills, he is definitely far inferior to him.
It's understandable that a poem is amazing occasionally, but my own is not bad either. He enthusiastically took out a few beautifully framed books and handed them to Li Changle.
Li Changle didn't hesitate and began to read it seriously. Li Changle read it for more than half an hour without saying a word.
Although he couldn't compose poetry and could only copy it, he did have a basic level of appreciation.
Moreover, there are many poems on the earth that serve as references for Li Changle. After seeing the poems written by Wang Weimin, Li Changle can only say that Wang Weimin is indeed quite ordinary.
This evaluation standard was judged based on the standards of countless ancient poems in Li Changle's mind, and it can be considered a high evaluation.
"Uncle Wang is really amazing."
Li Changle gave a thumbs up. If he hadn't cheated, people like Wang Weimin would be the ones he would look up to for the rest of his life.
Turning to one of the pages of the book, Li Changle saw a poem and found that the artistic conception of the poem was surprisingly similar to an allusion in his mind.
"But Uncle Wang, I think your poem might be better if the word 'push' is changed to 'knock'..."
"Oh? Are you talking about reconciliation?"
Hearing this, Wang Weimin couldn't help but come over and take a look. This poem seemed to be one he wrote when he visited a friend in the mountains a few years ago.
"Well, the word 'knock' seems more polite. Uncle, the setting of your poem is a visit to a friend in the dead of night. Knocking on the door is more polite than pushing it open..."
Looking at Wang Weimin lost in thought, Li Changle felt a little embarrassed. He quickly said:
"Of course, this is just my humble opinion. Uncle Wang, you don't have to take it seriously."
Wang Weimin did not answer, as if he had not heard. He was silent for a minute, then laughed loudly:
"Haha, good! This is a good use of typing."
"Good boy, I thought you were so young and could write poems like Red Bean just because of a sudden inspiration. It seems that you really have something."
Although Wang Weimin felt a little unnatural to be taught by a junior, compared with poetry, this little unnaturalness was nothing. If his own poetry could be better, what would face matter?
No wonder he always felt that there was something wrong with his poem. He had been searching for it for a long time but couldn't find it, and then a junior figured it out. How shameful!
Li Changle smiled a little embarrassedly. He didn't have any literary talent at all. He was just relying on the memory in his head to show off.
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