Going to the sea: The whole sea has become my back garden

The old man's name is Li Chengming.

"Everyone sit down."

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

The principal immediately asked the secretary to make tea.

Tang Jing and Lin Qiaohua also helped.

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

Obviously, the protagonist today is Ye Sihai.

So two separate sofas were left for them.

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Ye Sihai sat opposite Mr. Li with some trepidation.

"Xiao Ye, the young and promising is you. I have heard a lot about you. It is really very exciting."

Ye Sihai's heart was trembling with fear.

My story?

I have heard a lot?

And it is very exciting?

Don't underestimate the existence of Mr. Li's level. How terrifying the channels are.

So, it is likely that the person in front of him can't hide the fact that he bravely broke into the fraud den.

Of course, he certainly doesn't know that he is reborn.

Hehe.

Ye Sihai's neither humble nor overbearing attitude made Mr. Li admire him more and more.

"I have seen geniuses, but I didn't expect there is a genius like you. Xiao Jing always mentioned you in front of me, so I suddenly decided to ask her to bring me to see your true face."

Ye Sihai said softly:

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

Professor Qing...!

Writing casually?

This kid is too annoying.

Mr. Li smiled:

"I want 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 wide and were dumbfounded.

Even Tang Jing was stunned.

Then...!

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

The Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

That is the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Not the Writers Association, not the Quju Association.

That is the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

As the name suggests.

A joint committee of the two major categories of literature and art.

Or a member of the presidium?

This is killing me.

Professor Qing and Dean Xiao wanted to cry but had no tears.

They have been together all their lives, but one is a member of the Chinese Musicians Association and the other is a member of the Chinese Writers Association.

Okay!

I feel jealous!

But...!

Sihai is really qualified.

But he is only eighteen after all.

Eighteen.

The top national-level literary and artistic halls.

It is understandable that he joined the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

But a member of the presidium?

Ye Sihai was stunned 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.

Professor Qing and others showed a trace of shock on their faces.

Professor Chen coughed lightly and tried to persuade him:

"Si Hai, don't talk nonsense, think about it first, don't make a decision so quickly, it's such an honor that Mr. Li invited you personally?"

Ye Si Hai smiled bitterly, thought about it, and shook his head to refuse:

"No, I'm used to being casual, and I don't want to be a marquis."

Mr. Li's eyes lit up:

"What a marquis, Xiao Ye, you are only eighteen, but you live more transparently than an old man like me, hahaha, it's worth the trip, it's worth the trip."

Professor Qing and others felt so sour.

This bastard.

Too bastard.

I was pretending by you.

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

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

"Xiao Ye, what other ancient poems do you have?"

Ye Si Hai didn't want to plagiarize.

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

God knows when, his words can bring me the same protective effect as the immortal golden body?

Not for myself, but for my family.

So he pretended to be bland, touched the back of his head honestly, and said:

"It was not very mature at first, but when I saw you, the inspiration came suddenly."

Professor Qing and the other old guys looked at each other.

This kid!

You flattered me to the sky.

Are you going to defy the heavens?

Mr. Li stood up with great surprise:

"Really? Come on, write it down."

The principal immediately said:

"I'll grind the ink."

Ye Sihai was anxious and waved his hands repeatedly:

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

Mr. Li looked unconvinced:

"Sihai, humility is a virtue, but being too humble is a bit hypocritical."

Ye Sihai...!

Since that's the case, I'll let you experience it.

I can't scare you to death!

Humph!

Boss Cao, I copied a short song from you, so I copied another one of your poems, right?

If you don't agree, feel free to come and make trouble for me.

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

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

Pens, ink, paper and inkstone are all available.

Ye Sihai didn't care.

Pick up a pen and write!

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

All...!

Frozen in place.

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

It's over.

Ye Sihai!

You've embarrassed yourself.

What 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.

He first uncovered Ye Sihai's shabby handwriting and put it aside, and then 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?