"Ah, I'm sorry, Uncle Wang, I've been so busy during this period, I forgot. I'll vote now, I'll vote now..."

Li Changle was a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, you kid, just send me the poems you prepared and I will submit them for you."

"You kid should be ready. Send me the poems you wrote, and I will hand them in for you when the time comes."

Wang Weimin is okay with Li Changle. After all, he believes that Li Changle will most likely be his future son-in-law.

The wife at home may not be willing, so she must help him make some noise first, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with it later.

My wife knows very well that she likes talented people, and this is how she got her.

"Ah... Uncle Wang, let me ask you, what was the theme of the poetry conference you mentioned last time? I forgot..."

Li Changle said with some embarrassment that he had almost forgotten about this matter. If Wang Weimin didn't remind him, there is a high probability that the 300,000 yuan would be gone.

"You brat, you're not even prepared, so why are you taking part? I asked you to take matters into your own hands, are you just so ready to take part?"

Wang Weimin has a good temper, but even if he is like this, he is very angry. Who can bear his meowing? He said it well last time, but this kid promised it all, but in the end he forgot all about it.

The submission deadline is today. Even if he can write it, how good can a poem that is conceived in less than a day be? Thanks to my dedicated reminder.

Wang Weimin would be furious if he could straighten his waist in front of his future mother-in-law.

"Emmmm, Uncle Wang, please tell me the theme of this year's poetry conference first. I can write very quickly, don't worry!"

Li Changle said confidently, "Just kidding, I don't have to think about it at all, okay? I can just copy it."

"The theme this time is lovesickness. There are still almost eight hours before the deadline for submissions. You, please give me some snacks. After you finish writing, send the manuscript to my WeChat."

"Hey, okay, Uncle Wang. I'll send it to you later."

"Oh, by the way, how are you doing during this period of time, Siyi?"

Wang Weimin asked about Wang Siyi's current situation by the way, even though he said she was his daughter.

But Wang Weimin was deeply saddened during this period because his daughter did not even call him or his wife.

She didn't answer her calls or reply to her WeChat messages. He Shumin even wanted to come down directly to talk to her daughter, but Wang Weimin stopped her anyway.

Just kidding, if He Shumin finds out that her daughter is living with a strange man.

Then Wang Weimin really has to choose between his wife and daughter, so he might as well put it off for now.

"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 wanted to tell her father that Li Changle bullied his daughter, but in the end she didn't even call home.

Really awesome, Wang Siyi.

Li Changle's face was filled with black lines, and he was planning to trouble her later.

"What?! Siyi went back to Shanghai? She didn't tell us..."

Wang Weimin felt anxious in his heart. It seemed that his daughter was here for real this time. She just ignored them and ignored them. This was not an option.

If he really went back to Shanghai, he would have to plan to find his daughter, or at least talk to her in person.

"Okay, okay, let's do this for now. Remember to be more careful about your poetry. Remember to send me the manuscript later and I will hand it in for you... I'm done."

There was a busy signal on the phone. Before Li Changle had time to say polite words to Wang Weimin, he hung up directly. This uncle Wang was also a wonderful person. Li Changle shook his head.

I began to think about which poem I would choose to participate in this poetry competition. Since I was going to participate, I must be doing it for the first place prize, otherwise it would be boring.

So I had to come up with a song that must be able to hold the crowd. Li Changle pondered for a while.

"Lovesickness..."

"Yes!"

After muttering to himself, Li Changle's eyes suddenly lit up, why hadn't he thought of this poem?

I patted my head. This poem should be a sure bet when it comes to participating in poetry conferences, right?

After hearing "Ding Dong", Li Changle glanced at his phone. It was sent by Wang Siyi. He didn't say anything. He just sent an emoticon, which was an emoticon of a Shiba Inu smiling.

Wang Siyi likes to post emoticons more and more, and he can always collect a lot of cat, dog and other emoticons.

Then Li Changle also sent an emoticon in a decent manner, and it was the same emoticon of a surprised cat.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Siyi was a little angry when he saw this guy learning to send emojis himself, but he seemed to have picked up this habit himself, so he was embarrassed to ask him, so he could only use the most common chat starter to ask him.

"Write poetry."

"What poem should I write?"

"Your father asked me to submit my manuscript to a poetry competition. He said that if I won first place, I would get a bonus, so I agreed."

Speaking of Wang Weimin, Li Changle felt angry. This woman was very skilled in using tricks to show off her power.

"Can you still write ancient poetry?"

"Have you not read the novels I wrote? There are often poems in them, all written by me. Isn't it strange that I can write ancient poems?"

Li Changle also rolled his eyes at this moment.

"Then it can't be the same. The ancient poems in your novel are very average. If you take them to a poetry competition, you won't get a ranking."

"Are you so unsure of me?"

Li Changle was furious, and then directly sent the poems he wanted to submit to Wang Siyi.

"Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will they sprout when spring comes?"

I hope you can pick more of them, this is the most loved thing."

Wang Siyi originally wanted to laugh at Li Changle for overestimating his abilities, but then he saw a poem he sent and was stunned.

"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few..."

I murmured to myself and read this poem again, and suddenly felt that this poem, although it seemed very simple.

But the love shown in the words is stronger than an article of several thousand words.

"What's the name of this poem?"

"It's called lovesickness. How about it? Is this poem okay?"

Li Changle proudly challenged Wang Siyi and sent an emoticon to him.

But this time Wang Siyi ignored Li Changle. She was currently in a recording studio in Shanghai, waiting for Yang Caiqian to come over, so she had time to chat with Li Changle.

But now I am shocked by this thought. Is this guy so good?

And he thought, might this poem called Lovesickness be related to the red bean poem he wrote to himself?

"How did you write this poem?"

You have to ask Wang Wei this question, how do I know?

Li Changle didn't know how to reply to this question. He couldn't say that he copied it, even though he really did.

But there is no Wang Wei in this world. The first thing he read out is what he wrote. How can the things of a scholar be regarded as copying?

"A flash of inspiration came to my mind, and I thought of this poem. What do you think? If this poem is submitted to a poetry competition, it should win first place, right?"

"How do I know? Just ask my dad."

"The producer is here, I'm going to record a song."

After saying this, Wang Siyi never replied to Li Changle.

Li Changle also knew that Wang Siyi was really busy, so he did not reply to her, and then forwarded the four lines of poetry sent to Wang Siyi to Wang Weimin.

Then Wang Weimin's WeChat mobile phone vibrated. When he picked it up, he didn't open the chat box immediately. It was from Li Changle.

He thought that Li Changle didn't understand how to write a poem with the theme of lovesickness, so he asked him a question.

I opened the dialog box with the intention of giving him some guidance. However, I found that what caught my eye was a five-character quatrain.

Red beans grow in southern China. How many branches will they sprout when spring comes?

I hope you can pick more of them, this is the thing I miss the most

"this....."

When Wang Weimin saw this five-character quatrain at first glance, he thought it was simple at first.

After reading it once, I felt that this was a good poem, one that could be passed down through the ages. At the very least, he could not write poetry of this level.

"Niang Xipi, how can I guide you? This kid really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

I smiled and murmured something to myself, and after reading this poem again, I felt that it was not simple. This poem is about lovesickness, but the whole poem is not separated from Hongdou.

He is using the name of his lovesickness son to relate the love-sickness that arises from things. Although his words are simple, he is full of imagination;

Next, a question is sent to express feelings in a meaningful way. The third sentence implies cherishing friendship. On the surface, it seems to be telling people to miss lovesickness, but behind it, it deeply expresses the importance of one's own lovesickness.

The last word is a pun, which not only hits the point of the topic, but also relates to the emotions. It is a wonderful pen and a graceful and moving song.
To be continued...