Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

A man who is too handsome and cannot take on responsibilities is ultimately a waste!

A woman is too beautiful to live in poverty together, she is also a harem!

Recalling a certain classic sentence from a previous life, Yi Ming felt a lot of emotion.

As the saying goes, 'a small promise of a thousand gold, a heavy promise like a mountain', whether a man is responsible or not does not just look at the surface, so Yi Ming still thinks it is a good deal at the moment.

No matter whether it is possible to realize it in the future, at least promising a favor is not a very refreshing thing.

The two of them were speechless, and the atmosphere seemed dull. Fortunately, Yun Congren drove quickly and turned into an alleyway surrounded by green trees and flower pavilions, and soon stopped outside the large iron gate of a villa.

Yun Congren poked his head out of the car, held the remote control in his hand and pressed it. With a creaking sound, the large iron door with automatic induction slowly opened.

As the big iron door opened, Yi Ming saw a pavilion with several people sitting on stone benches in the shade of a tree on the left side in front of the house. Under the dim light, the shadows of the people were drawn away.

The old man is long.

Yi Ming and Yun Congren didn't wait to react. They saw someone in the pavilion standing up, looking over and said loudly: "But what a blessing it is? Is there also little friend Yi Ming?"

This man's voice is full of energy and resonant. It sounds as bright and natural as full of energy. Just listening to his voice can make people feel good feelings from the bottom of their hearts. He is indeed a great sage of the country, admired by the world.

'Mr. Qingwen.

Yun Congren drove the car and stopped on the side of the road. Then when he got out of the car, he was stunned on the spot.

In my own memory, it seems that the teacher has never greeted anyone in person in these years, but now he came straight towards him with brisk steps.

To say that it was a greeting for me, I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to believe it, and I couldn't take it for granted that I was so flattered. Just because I had seen and heard a lot, a certain high-ranking official from the capital came to visit Mr. Qingwen, but was often rejected.

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Then the only result is self-evident. Yun Congren turned his head to look at Yi Ming beside him in surprise, but at this moment, a huge wave rose up in his heart.

"Wouldn't it be nice to ask a friend from afar?" Mr. Qingwen said loudly as he walked.

It seems that Yun Congren comes here often, so there is no doubt that he is an acquaintance. Is it to greet him?

Yi Ming subconsciously reached out and scratched his forehead, feeling surprised. Even though it was less than a month since he was reborn in that world, he still knew the name of Mr. Qingwen, the master of Chinese studies. Especially his literati character, which made him even more familiar.

Yi Ming admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Yi Ming was still feeling a little excited at this moment. He bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple Yi Ming has met Mr. Qingwen."

Mr. Qingwen's eyes lit up, and there was a hint of brilliance in his eyes. He nodded secretly in his heart: This boy is humble and polite, which is rare. He then waved his hand and said: "Since you are here, you are a friend, so there is no need to be polite. If you are elegant,

, you might as well come over and have a few glasses of wine together."

Yun Congren stood aside, feeling more and more confused and surprised. Even if the teacher really heard about Yi Ming's talents, he would not be so cordial and polite when meeting others.

Why does the teacher feel as if he is seeing a relative at this moment? It is really strange and puzzling.

Although Yun Congren couldn't figure it out clearly in his mind, he knew that he shouldn't be talkative. Even if he was muttering something in his mind, he didn't show anything to his face.

"Come...come, come and sit down together and chat for a while." Mr. Qingwen extended his hand as an invitation with great enthusiasm.

After several people came to the pavilion and sat down one after another, without introducing the people in the pavilion, they looked at Yi Ming and said loudly: "I heard that there were some amazing songs at the last singing competition, especially "Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger" "There is an ancient style of lyrics and music hidden in this song, which makes me very curious."

Yi Ming was ashamed to hear such ridiculous praise from Mr. Qingwen. However, not only could this kind of thing be unexplainable, but it was also impossible to express it verbally, so now he had no choice but to admit it shamelessly.

After Yi Ming thought about it, he said in a slightly respectful tone: "Actually, my disciple used to be very interested in ancient poetry, and he was so obsessed with it for a while that he also developed a strong interest in music. After that, he also had a lot of interest for many years. It is common to be so obsessed with the music and rhythm of poetry that one forgets to eat and sleep. Fortunately... Fortunately, hard work has paid off. Now I still have some basic knowledge about the music and music of poetry. Now that I think about it, I am lucky that I persevered in the first place."

Yun Congren opened his mouth in shock and looked at Yi Ming with a frightened look on his face. His whole body was shocked.

After many people paid homage to their teacher, Mr. Qingwen, all of them were so reserved and fussy that they could not open their mouths and did not dare to speak casually.

This guy is so awesome. He not only dares to speak out, but also talks freely. He has no stage fright at all and is happy to be in front of Mr. Qingwen.

As for the messy rumors he heard about Yi Ming, Yun Congren now dares not to believe even a single bit of them. Otherwise..., even if he is cheated and sold out, he will probably still be happy to help. After Yi Ming counted the rmb twice and cleared it, he hid in a corner and cried.

Mr. Qingwen couldn't help but smile, this kid really doesn't know any humility at all, he has the same demeanor that his father should have had back then. He has the same confidence, the same vigor, but he doesn't know what his real talent and learning are.

I never thought... that kid's children are now so big, and everything in the past still seems like yesterday, which makes people sigh.

Mr. Qingwen thought of the rainy morning when he first met Yi Ming's father, Yi Haiyun. As soon as all the memories were released, they immediately rushed to his face. They seemed so clear and so sad.