"Hey, Dad!"
"Kid, I'm letting you in. I've sold your daughter to Chen Feng. Get back here right now and arrange their wedding."
"What? What was sold? And you're getting married?"
Li Jingchang was stunned and stood there dumbfounded. What on earth had happened?
The old man, who was not far away, had very good hearing and overheard some of what was happening.
"Look at this, people in the city still talk about being civilized, yet their own daughters are being sold. You young man, you're not being honest."
Watching the old man walk away, Li Jingchang stood frozen in the wind.
A car sped into the Beijing Fine Arts Association without any obstruction. After parking, Bai Yizhong hurriedly got out and ran forward.
"Old Yang, Old Yang?"
"Quick, let me see! Quick, let me see the poems! I'm here!"
While everyone was still in shock that Li Siye actually kept his word, urgent shouts came from outside.
"Hehe, this old Bai came really fast. Did he take a plane?"
"Let's not even talk about Lao Bai and Li Laogou. Look at the murderous look in your granddaughter's eyes. You're finished."
Li Siye dared not look at his granddaughter and could only bite the bullet and say, "I'm not at a loss."
Chen Feng looked at Li Qingning and said, "Actually, the old man was just joking. Don't take it seriously."
"Really? So you were just joking too?"
Li Qingning suppressed her murderous aura and looked at Chen Feng with a calm expression.
"Huh?"
Is this a life-or-death question?
"Um... I wasn't joking."
"So you're serious?"
Li Qingning continued to press for answers.
Seeing Chen Feng hesitate, she felt a little disappointed or dejected.
"Never mind, you don't need to answer."
Li Qingning is like a proud white swan.
Inside the room, Bai Yizhong was like a madman; he finally saw the calligraphy scroll.
When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace. I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade towers and crystal palaces are too cold at such heights. I dance with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the mortal world?
The moon turns through the red pavilion, shines low through the embroidered windows, illuminating my sleepless night. There should be no resentment, yet why is the moon always full when we are apart? People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and this has been so since ancient times. I only wish that we may all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart.
His voice echoed in the room, his whole body shook his head, his hands trembled, his white beard bristled, his face flushed, and he looked terrifying.
"This...this is simply an eternal masterpiece, the greatest poem in the world! Who is this great master who wrote such an amazing work? I...I would kneel down and worship it."
Bai Yizhong had completely lost his mind; he never dared to imagine that such a word could ever exist in the world.
"Hey Lao Yang, what if something happens to this old man? Look at him, his face is red and his neck is swollen. What if he suddenly dies?"
"No way? Don't scare me."
"Old Bai, please don't get excited, stay calm."
An old man offered some advice.
"I'm so stupid, do you even know what that word means? You bunch of rude and uncouth bastards."
Damn it, I was trying to give you a friendly reminder and you actually started swearing at me?
Is this the quality of literary masters? Damn it! If I didn't see how frail he was, I would have really wanted to punch him.
Bai Yizhong gripped the book copy of "Shuidiao Getou" tightly and began to look at the others. He was dazzled and deeply moved by the various poems, such as "Silent," "Seven-Character Poems," and other lyrics.
Finally, he could no longer bear it and collapsed on the spot, still clutching several calligraphy scrolls tightly in his hands.
"Quickly...quickly get me some medicine."
Everyone was so frightened that they quickly grabbed the medicine.
"Damn it, old man, take it easy! That's my calligraphy copybook!"
Li Siye watched with heartache as his beloved calligraphy copybook was crumpled and his eyes reddened with anxiety.
"What? Your calligraphy copybook?"
Bai Yizhong, who had recovered, immediately refused to comply.
"No, these are all timeless masterpieces, the hope for the rise of Chinese literature, and the eternal hallmarks of poetry. You're saying they're your calligraphy copybooks?"
"As long as I, Bai Yizhong, am here today, you can forget about taking it away."
Holy crap.
Li Siye became anxious.
"If you want poems, then copy them. And if you do, give me the calligraphy copybook."
"copy?"
Bai Yizhong looked at Li Siye in disbelief.
"How dare you say that? This is the first time such poems have appeared in the world. I must frame them and hang them in the main hall of my poetry association."
"Fine, you actually dared to steal it from me? You're shameless."
Li Siye immediately took out his phone.
"Hey! President, come to the Art Association right now! There's some shameless bastard stealing our prized possession!"
"You don't believe me? I'll take a picture for you, look, look!"
He turned on the video.
On the other end of the line, a stern, authoritative voice, full of confidence, hung up the phone the moment it saw the calligraphy copybook in the video, clearly in a hurry.
The phone call ended, and everyone stared at him in surprise. Bai Yizhong pointed at Li Siye, speechless.
This son of a bitch is really going to make a big deal out of this. That guy in the calligraphy association is a former leader who just stepped down from his position.
If he came in person, how could they possibly compete?
"You shameless old dog, Li."
Bai Yizhong directly cursed. These old men at this level had all gone through life and death together, so they had no scruples when they cursed, doing whatever felt comfortable to them.
"I have no shame? You have a damn shame! This is a calligraphy copybook written for me by my grandson-in-law. You just come up and try to snatch it away. Are you even human?"
Li Siye was very angry.
"Your grandson-in-law?"
Bai Yizhong was stunned for a moment, only now realizing that he was so shocked by the poem that he had forgotten to ask the author of the poem.
"I'm really getting senile! Tell me quickly, which master wrote this?"
Bai Juyi happened to be standing in front of Chen Feng, and rudely pushed aside the young man blocking his way, and began to survey the scene.
Chen Feng was pushed away, but he wasn't angry. He just smiled and looked at the old man without saying a word.
"Why are you all staring at me? Tell me quickly, which master is he? Who is he?"
Bai Yizhong was impatient; he really wanted to meet this master and had to invite him to the Poetry Association, even if he, as the president, could do it for him.
It's just a few calligraphy copybooks; as long as I can invite a master, the poems will flow endlessly.
"Don't bother looking for Lao Bai anymore. You just pushed the master away."
Old Yang, fearing Bai Yizhong might get too excited, reminded him.
"What?"
"I pushed the master away?"
"When did I...?"
He suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Feng as if he had seen a ghost.
Chen Feng quickly bowed and said, "Junior Chen Feng greets Grandpa Bai."
Bai Yizhong paused for a moment, then turned to look at the group of old men.
"Stop messing with me, okay? Hurry up and bring out my master, or else... or else I'll fight you to the death today!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng was stunned. Damn it, this old man didn't believe that he was the master he was talking about. But then again, some things you just won't believe even if you see them with your own eyes.
The group of old men were so angry that they rolled up their sleeves.
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