Chapter 217 My Friend Ye Sihai

The old man's name is Li Chengming.

"Everyone, sit down."

He invited everyone to sit down on the sofa in the office.

The principal immediately ordered his secretary to make tea.

Tang Jing and Lin Qiaohua were also helping.

When Li Chengming sat down, Dean Xiao and Professor Qing also sat down.

Obviously, today's protagonist is Ye Sihai.

So two separate sofas were left for them.

Ye Sihai sat opposite Mr. Li with some anxiety.

"Xiao Ye, you are the young and promising person I'm talking about. I've heard a lot about you. It's really exciting."

Ye Sihai's heart was pounding with fear.

my business?

Have you heard a lot?

Very exciting?

Don't underestimate how terrifying a person of Mr. Li's level has access to.

Therefore, there is a high probability that I will venture into a fraud den and I will not be able to hide it from the person in front of me.

Of course, he certainly didn't know he was born again.

hey-hey.

Mr. Li admired Ye Sihai's neither humble nor arrogant attitude even more.

"Old man, I have seen geniuses, but I didn't expect there to be a genius like you. Xiaojing always mentioned you in front of me, so I made an impromptu decision and asked her to bring me to see your true face."

Ye Sihai said softly:

"Mr. Li, I'm not as good as you said. I just write casually."

Professor Qing...!

Just write?

This guy is so annoying.

Mr. Li smiled:

"I would like to invite you to join the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and serve as a member of the presidium. What do you think?"

Ye Sihai...!

A thunder exploded above his head.

The principal and several old professors present opened their mouths and were dumbfounded.

Even Tang Jing was stunned.

immediately……!

Professor Qing and Dean Xiao looked at Ye Sihai with envy and jealousy!

Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

That's the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Not the Writers Association, not the Music Association.

That's the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

As the name suggests.

A joint committee for literature and art.

Or a member of the Presidium?

It's going to kill me.

Professor Qing and Dean Xiao were on the verge of tears.

They have been together all their lives, but one is from the Music Association and the other is from the Writers Association.

All right!

It’s so sour!

but……!

Sihai is really qualified.

But he is only eighteen after all.

Eighteen.

It is the top palace of literature and art at the national level.

It is not incomprehensible for him to join the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Can you be a member of the Bureau?

Ye Sihai stayed for a long time.

Then!

"No!"

He refused without hesitation:

"Mr. Li, I refuse!"

Mr. Li...!

The handsome man standing next to him was even more surprised.

There was a hint of shock on the faces of Professor Qing and others.

Professor Chen coughed lightly and tried to persuade:

"Sihai, don't talk nonsense. You should think about it first and don't make a decision so quickly. Mr. Li personally invites you. What an honor is this?"

Ye Sihai smiled bitterly. After thinking about it, he still shook his head and refused:

"No, I'm used to being undisciplined. I don't want to be granted the title of Marquis."

Mr. Li's eyes couldn't help but light up:

"What a noble title. Xiaoye, you are only eighteen, but you live a more enlightened life than an old man like me. Hahaha, this trip is worth it. It's worth it."

Professor Qing and the others feel sour in their hearts.

This bastard boy.

What a bastard.

Have been installed by you.

On the contrary, it makes us all chase fame and fortune, right?

Li Chengming thought about it carefully for a long time, and then asked softly:

"Xiaoye, what other ancient poems do you have?"

Ye Sihai didn't want to plagiarize.

But at this time, you must leave a deep enough impression on the old man in front of you.

God knows when, just a few words from his old man will be able to bring me the same protective effect as an immortal golden body?

Not just for yourself, but also for your family.

So he deliberately pretended to be cool, rubbed the back of his head honestly, and said:

"I wasn't very mature at first, but when I saw you, I suddenly got inspiration."

Professor Qing and the other old guys, you look at me and I look at you.

This kid!

The flattery will make you fly into the sky.

Are you going to defy heaven?

Mr. Li stood up in great surprise:

"Really? Come on, write it down."

The principal immediately said:

"I'll grind the ink."

Ye Sihai suddenly became anxious and waved his hands repeatedly:

"I can't write calligraphy, just give me a pen and paper."

Mr. Li looked unbelieving:

"Sihai, modesty is a virtue, but being too modest is a bit hypocritical."

Ye Sihai...!

Since this is the case, let me let you experience it.

I can't scare you to death!

Hum!

Boss Cao, I copied one of your short songs. Is there anything wrong with copying your song "Guan Cang Hai" again?

If you are dissatisfied, feel free to come and trouble me.

The principal's office is big enough, with a desk next to it.

The principal is obviously a calligraphy enthusiast, and he writes when he has nothing to do.

Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all available.

Ye Sihai didn't care anymore.

Pick up a pen and brush!

Mr. Li, Professor Qing, Professor Chen, Dean Xiao, Professor Xie, Tang Jing, and that handsome man.

all……!

He was frozen in place.

Only Qiaohuamei covered her face with her hands and hid behind Tang Jing.

Ruined.

Ye Sihai!

You are so embarrassing.

This is such a shabby handwriting!

Old Li stared at the paper in front of him, his cheeks trembling.

It was a violent trembling.

There was no way, he couldn't stop.

After a long time.

He finally couldn't help it.

"Xiao Qing."

The handsome man stepped forward immediately.

First he uncovered Ye Sihai's ghostly handwriting and put it aside, and then he ground the ink himself.

Old Li went up to pick a pen and began to copy and read at the same time.

"Looking eastwards at Jieshi, I can see the vast sea."

"The water is so calm, and the mountains and islands stand tall."

"Trees grow in clusters, and the grass is lush."

"The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves surge."

"The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come out of it;"

"The stars are shining, and seem to come out of it."

"How fortunate I am, I will sing to express my feelings."

After Mr. Li finished writing, he couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"How fortunate I am, I will sing to express my feelings! Hahahaha!"

He wrote another line of small characters on the side.

"On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, Yu Fuda received a poem from his friend Ye Sihai."

Then he grabbed Ye Sihai's hand and stuffed the brush into his hand:

"Come on, sign it!"

Ye Sihai...!

Just because he can't write calligraphy doesn't mean he can't appreciate it.

This stroke of Mr. Li's is definitely a master's calligraphy.

The kind that can be sold for money.

Sign it yourself?

Am I crazy?

Dean Xiao is really crazy.

This poem, "Viewing the Sea", is a way of expressing emotions through scenery.

It cleverly combines the scenery of the sea with people's ambitions.

For Mr. Li, this is simply tailor-made.

The four words "ambitions" are really subtle.

And before that, Ye Sihai's short song...!

It even tells a person's personality, ambitions, and ideals.

How can this be written by an 18-year-old young man?

But...!

Professor Qing and other old professors were excited and sad.

As expected of Mr. Li.

Can you still play like this?

It becomes... written for you?

This is to be recorded in history.

Literature is simply amazing.

It can really be passed down through the ages.

And the name Li Chengming, no matter what your status and identity are, who will remember it in another thirty or fifty years?

This poem can be included in the textbook.

Cheating!

This is fucking cheating!

Sihai, we also want to receive a poem from you.

Very eagerly.

Tang Jing looked at Ye Sihai from the side, her eyes glowing green.

Junior brother, you will be my real brother from now on.

The handsome man named Xiaoqing had a bright look in his eyes.

How many years has it been since Grandpa was so excited?