Wang Weimin immediately said unhappily, "Hey, Changle, if you think like that, Uncle Wang will say you're not doing your job properly. Novels, music, and other things will eventually become outdated. What won't become outdated is poetry, of course. You have such a great talent, why don't you write a few more poems to leave your name in history? What's the point of wasting time on these things? Listen to Uncle Wang's advice, thank you for writing a few more poems."
He Shumin impatiently slapped Wang Weimin's hand away and said, "Go away, your old habits are back. What's your business? They have their own decisions to make in their own lives."
Wang Weimin smiled awkwardly. It seemed that his old problem had indeed come back. His uncontrollable desire for control almost came out to cause trouble again. Fortunately, his wife had high emotional intelligence and resolved the embarrassment.
He Shumin was not very interested in what Li Changle was going to write or do. What she wanted to ask was actually the latter question: what exactly Li Changle's plans were for the future, and when would he marry her daughter home? This was what He Shumin cared about.
He Shumin said meaningfully, "No matter what industry you choose, the most important thing is to be able to give Siyi a stable life in the future. I'm not talking about material things. I believe you won't have that worry, but in other aspects, Auntie, you can pay more attention to it. Siyi is naturally insecure, and I hope you can give her enough sense of security."
Li Changle always felt that there was something else behind He Shumin's words, but she couldn't figure it out for a while, so she could only nod her head repeatedly to indicate that she would definitely do it.
He Shumin couldn't help but feel a headache. This kid is handsome and talented, but why can't he think straight in this aspect? She wanted to say something, or even asked Li Changle when he planned to marry Wang Siyi, but Wang Siyi held He Shumin's hand and shook her head to stop He Shumin's questioning.
In order to change the subject, Wang Weimin took out the same wine he had used to treat Li Changle last time, and said with a smile that he planned to get drunk with Li Changle.
Because Li Changle got drunk here last time, he only drank a glass of wine when Wang Weimin urged him to drink. However, Li Changle obviously underestimated the aftereffect of the wine.
The meal ended in a relatively warm atmosphere, but Li Changle felt a little dizzy. Wang Siyi looked at Li Changle lying on the bed speechlessly and muttered something unusually: "I can't drink it. What kind of wine are you drinking..."
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