After saving the big star, she actually wanted to make a promise

Wang Siyi and He Shumin could hear Wang Weimin's hearty laughter from far away in the study. The mother and daughter suddenly looked at each other in dismay. Wang Weimin was usually serious. As the principal of a university, he was usually unsmiling. It's a little bit better, but it's really rare that the laughter can be heard across the living room like now.

"What are these two people doing?" He Shumin wondered to herself.

Then He Shumin gave Wang Siyi a wink, intending to ask Wang Siyi to find out, "It just so happens that the food is almost ready, Siyi, go and have a look and call them for dinner."

As soon as Wang Siyi walked to the door of the study, he watched Wang Weimin happily holding two pieces of paper from a long distance. There seemed to be a lot of words written on them, which should be poems, Wang Siyi guessed in his heart.

"Dad, what are you doing, come over to eat quickly." Wang Siyi shouted.

Wang Weimin simply waved his hand, "Wait a while, wait a while, let me take another look at these two works."

Wang Siyi glanced at Li Changle who was standing next to him, and the latter smiled helplessly. Li Changle had known for a long time that Wang Weimin was a person who couldn't walk when he saw poems, so he could only helplessly look at his girlfriend. Shrugged, indicating that there was nothing he could do about it.

"Okay, that's great, it's really well written!" The more Wang Weimin looked at Chunjiang Huayueye and Shuidiao Getou, the more he felt that these two works were impeccable.

Wang Siyi took a closer look, saw the name of the lyrics above, and asked curiously: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou?"

Wang Siyi was not very interested in poetry, but just glanced down casually, and because of this glance, Wang Siyi began to feel a little bit impatient.

"I want to take the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold, dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world"

After reading Shangque, Wang Siyi constructed in his mind how cold and lonely the Heavenly Palace above the moon is. This poem can be said to have a strong impact on the mind.

Li Changle has not written many poems, only a few. Wang Siyi only thinks that those few poems are well written, that's all. The feeling of coming is the feeling of resonance.

Just by reading this poem, you can feel the emotion and sense of image that the poem expresses in writing this poem.Even if Wang Siyi is not that interested in poetry, this song is enough to make her feel ups and downs.

"You wrote it?" Wang Siyi turned to Li Changle, Wang Weimin and Wang Siyi wouldn't even ask, because if his father could really write such a poem, it would have been published all over the world long ago, why bother to keep it until now.

Then there is only one truth, this poem was written by Li Changle, but where did this guy come from with so many emotions?

Wang Siyi raised her beautiful eyebrows. He and Li Changle have been getting together more and less in the past six months. It can't be about the two of them, but if not, who is this poem for?

Li Changle's heart skipped a beat. Although the song title of Shuidiao is said to be about Mingyue, it can be regarded as a poem about longing in general. There must be someone to miss.

Li Changle quickly bite the bullet and said: "Ah? That's right, but it's just a feeling, and it doesn't refer to a certain person. As I said before, I write poems in a more metaphysical way. Sometimes when the inspiration comes to my mind, a few lines of poetry will suddenly pop up.”

Li Changle, who has a strong desire to survive, hastened to explain, pretending to be real is really tiring, and a good one needs to use countless lies to make up for it. Fortunately, Li Changle is already familiar with the excuses for these things, and asked It's just a feeling, a sudden thought.

This is the case when writing lovesickness, the same is true for Qingping Tune, and the same reason for Shui Tiao Getou and Chunjiang Huayueye now, is this very reasonable?

Wang Weimin stood aside, listening to Li Changle's eloquent talk, he couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly, expressing such feelings, he had dreamed of it all his life, he had studied poetry for more than 20 years, why hadn't he felt it And send it once.

Wang Siyi thought for a while, and found that what Li Changle said made sense. He seemed to be such a person. He could always write whatever he wanted to write quickly. Whether it was writing songs, novels or poems, he seemed to be able to write. She seemed to come at her fingertips, and the quality of what she wrote was very high. Although the excuse was lame, she believed it.

"This poem is really well written, and it has a very artistic conception when you read it." Wang Siyi rarely praised a poem, which made Wang Weimin couldn't help but look sideways. He worked hard for most of his life to make his daughter more interested in literature. little interest.

The result is that too much is too late. Wang Siyi has been learning this thing since he was a child, and he just vomited it. When Wang Siyi grew up and started to have his own opinions, he expressed a strong sense of resistance to poetry, and finally ran to sing. This is also the case with Wang Siyi and Wang Weimin The main reason for the conflict between the couple.

I never thought that although my daughter is also engaged in literature and art in the end, it has nothing to do with writing poems and lyrics. Now in the end, she actually directly expresses her love for Li Changle's poems. Wang Weimin's eyes widened. This is something he has never done in half his life. matter.

"Actually, this song can also be written as a song, and then sang it." Li Changle pondered for a while, and finally decided to say, such a classic work, and Wang Siyi's voice is very suitable for singing this song. It's a pity that people don't hear much.

"Ok?"

Wang Siyi raised her head and looked at Li Changle, her eyes seemed to be bright, the lyrics of the song of the water tune really hit her all at once, just reading this lyrics is already very resonant, it is difficult to Imagine what it would be like to sing it in song form.

"What you said is true?" Wang Siyi asked with joy.

Li Changle has written so many songs, it is not necessarily a bad song. If Li Changle said that it can be adapted into a song, then this song will definitely not be bad. After all, such words cannot be matched with a song. It's a bad song, and according to Li Changle's previous level, Li Changle's composition level is no worse than that of lyrics.

Li Changle nodded, and said seriously: "Of course it's true, when have I lied to you, I'll write the song for you when I get back to Shanghai."

Wang Weimin looked on in amazement, and said with a smile: "You boy, I have never seen a poem writer who can compose and sing his own works. I guess you are the only one."

"However, this work is beautiful. The influence you have brought to the field of poetry with the songs of lovesickness and Qingping Tiao is visible to the naked eye. Uncle Wang is looking forward to your song "Shui Tune". Remember to tell me."

Li Changle nodded with a smile, saying that there is no problem. Although the difficulty of singing this song is not low, it is also for him. For a singer of Wang Siyi's level, recording this song is just a matter of a day.

"Have you guys finished chatting yet? Hurry up and come over for dinner." He Shumin originally called Wang Siyi to come over to find out what happened and let Li Changle and Wang Weimin come out to prepare dinner.

In the end, I never thought that Wang Siyi also went in for a long time and didn't mean to come out. After everything was done, He Shumin simply came to remind her.

"Oh, yes, let's eat first." Wang Weimin looked at his wife who was dissatisfied, and immediately said with a smile, urging them to the dinner table.

At the dinner table, after He Shumin heard Wang Weimin talk about the entries of the two poems written by Li Changle, she couldn't help being stunned, and when she looked into Li Changle's eyes, she became kind again. few.

He Shumin is very tolerant of talented people. She chose to be with Wang Weimin for no other reason. It was because Wang Weimin was a talented person in her first impression, so she chose to associate with Wang Weimin. Come together and get married.

Although He Shumin is a law student, she has done a lot of research on poetry, and she knows what kind of status works like Chunjianghuayueye and Shuidiaogetou are in the field of poetry.

Not to mention the modern poetry world, these two poems are also dazzling pearls in ancient times, the kind that can be passed down through the ages.It is hard for He Shumin to imagine why Li Changle, who is in his 20s, can write such sentimental and open-minded poems.

Looking at the eyes of Wang Weimin and He Shumin, Li Changle thought it was terrible, it would make him feel like he was acting too aggressively, and his uncles and aunts reacted too much to these two poems.

Fortunately, they were surprised, but the two did not doubt why Li Changle could write such poems. They can only say that this is Li Changle's talent. After all, Li Changle has written other poems more than once in front of them. Same amazing work.

He Shumin looked at Li Changle with more and more satisfaction in his eyes. The young man is not to mention handsome, but his talent is real, and judging by his daughter's appearance, the two are obviously very affectionate.

The topic of the conversation with Wang Siyi in the kitchen just now flashed in He Shumin's mind, and an idea came to her mind, He Shumin asked: "Changle, I think you have many identities, you are a poet, a musician, or As a writer of novels, it seems that you have also participated in the filming of some TV series, I’m not saying it’s bad, but I think, you should have a direction that you mainly want to do and a plan for the future.”

I just want to lie flat, Li Changle slowly said something in his heart, of course this cannot be said to He Shumin.

Li Changle glanced at Wang Siyi, and found that Wang Siyi was also looking at him with burning eyes, and seemed to be looking forward to his answer. Li Changle smiled and said: "I came from a novel writing background, and I may not go there again in the future." Now that I have been exposed to so many things, I can write novels with peace of mind, and if Siyi wants to sing, I will write songs for her."

Li Changle has naturally considered this matter in his heart. In fact, after he handed over everything about Immortal Sword III, he didn't plan to touch the film and television industry anymore. It affected him and Wang Siyi's relationship too much.

As for writing poems, Li Changle didn't pay much attention to them from the beginning. The poems were all prostitutes, and the first poem he submitted was because of the bonus of 10 yuan.

After all, the level of my own mind is limited. If Wang Weimin were to make friends with poetry every day, Li Changle felt that he must not have that level, and the most important thing was to get along with a group of literati. Some resist.

So after much deliberation, Li Changle still felt that writing novels was the most suitable for him.

You can also write songs. Anyway, you only write songs for Wang Siyi, and you don’t need to think about communicating with others as much as writing poems. After all, if you really have to finish singing the songs in your mind, you don’t know if Wang Siyi will be able to finish singing in this life.

Hearing Li Changle's answer, Wang Weimin seemed very dissatisfied, writing a novel?Sing?How can writing poetry have a future? It can be written into history books and Chinese textbooks after it is written.

Wang Weimin immediately said unhappily: "Hey, Changle, if you think so, Uncle Wang will say that you are not doing your job properly. Novels, music, etc. will become obsolete. What will not be obsolete, of course it is poetry. Ah, you have such a great talent, why don’t you write more poems to win your name in history and toss about it, listen to Uncle Wang’s persuasion, thank you for a few poems.”

He Shumin slapped Wang Weimin's hand away impatiently, and then said: "Go, go, the old problem has happened again, what's the matter with you, people make decisions on their own lives."

Wang Weimin smiled embarrassingly, he seemed to have committed an old problem again, and his desire to control, which had nowhere to rest, almost ran out to be a demon again, but fortunately, his wife's high EQ resolved the embarrassment.

He Shumin was not very interested in whether Li Changle was going to write or what to do. What she wanted to ask was actually the latter question, what exactly was Li Changle's plan in the future, and when would she marry her daughter back home? It was He Shumin's concern.

He Shumin pointedly said: "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 the material level. I believe you will not have this trouble. But on other levels, Auntie, you can pay attention to it in the past, Siyi is born with no sense of security, I hope you can give her enough sense of security."

Li Changle always felt that there was something in He Shumin's words, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he could only keep nodding his head, expressing that he would definitely.

He Shumin couldn't help but feel a little headache, this kid is very handsome and talented, why can't he get his head around this aspect, he wanted to talk, even planned to ask Li Changle when he planned to marry Wang Siyi, But Wang Siyi held He Shumin's hand, and Wang Siyi shook his head to stop He Shumin's questioning.

In order to change the subject, Wang Weimin took out the wine that Li Changle had served last time, and said with a smile that he planned to have a drunken party with Li Changle.

Li Changle was drunk here last time, so he just drank a cup of Wang Weimin's persuasion, but Li Changle obviously underestimated the stamina of this wine.

The meal ended in a fairly warm atmosphere, but Li Changle felt a little dizzy all over. Wang Siyi looked at Li Changle lying on the bed speechlessly and said a few words: "You can't drink it, you drink it." What wine?"