Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

Mr. Qingwen sighed deeply in his heart. At this moment, the eyes he looked at Yi Ming showed a bit of loving concern, and even his voice seemed much softer: "If I hadn't relied on my talent back then,

I am proud of myself and resolutely refuse to accept people without talent. Presumably your grandfather, an old stubborn man, would not vehemently oppose your parents' marriage. Not long after that, it was reported that your father had a car accident. Afterwards... I not only regretted it, but also felt sad.

I blame myself deeply all the time. From then on, I told myself that it would be fine if I never saw him again. If one day, I am willing to accept his child as a closed disciple, I will try my best to teach him.

, to make up for the mistakes I made due to unintentional mistakes."

At this moment, Mr. Qingwen's mood was turbulent, and even his voice couldn't contain a hint of hoarseness: "Son, are you willing... to become my disciple and become this old man's closed disciple?"

After finishing his words, Mr. Qingwen's eyes fixed on Yi Ming full of hope.

As if he was listening to the most touching narration in the world, Yi Ming's expression of neither joy nor sadness seemed exceptionally calm, but his uncontrollable shaking body all showed that Yi Ming's turbulent mood at this time was not what he expressed.

He came out so nonchalant and nonchalant.

Yi Ming was silent for a long time, but finally couldn't control his emotions. He gasped for breath, stood up suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Qingwen, I don't know what you did when you chose your disciple."

Conditions? You might as well tell me, I am not talented, but I would like to try what my late father had not done back then."

"No..., no need, as long as you are willing, I am willing to accept you as a closed disciple." Mr. Qingwen waved his hand, and his tone revealed a sense of sadness and loneliness.

"No..., I don't care if you come like this." Yi Ming shouted, staring at Mr. Qingwen, and said urgently: "Say..., please say."

"It looks like..., it really looks like it." Mr. Qingwen smiled bitterly, murmured a few times, pointed to the stone bench and said, "My child, please sit down first."

Seeing Yi Ming slowly sit down, Mr. Qingwen couldn't help but let out a sigh, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Speaking of which, the selection of disciples was indeed a bit harsh at the beginning, but it was not an unkindness that blindly tolerated people. It was...

, but your father knew that his talent and academic performance were not very good, but he refused to tell the truth, which led to misunderstanding on my part."

"If I had known the reason for your father's behavior at that time, I would have naturally agreed and persuaded your grandfather. But your father's temper was really bad and tough, and he was also very arrogant. He would rather leave than say anything afterward. Otherwise, how could he have done it?

This huge misunderstanding has arisen.”

Mr. Qingwen sighed and revealed some hidden secrets from the past, and his words revealed unbearable regret.

Picking up the wine glass on the stone table, Mr. Qingwen drank it all in one gulp, put it down after a heavy pause, and said: "When I first chose my apprentice, I set the conditions that a poem, a song, a song, or a lyric should be in line with my wishes. No matter whether it is good or bad,

Can."

A poem? A pair? A lyric?

Yi Ming sighed, thinking that back then, when he was famous and successful, the poems, music and lyrics had to be in line with his heart. Such standards for selecting disciples were naturally too strict.

In this case, I will bring out some classic works to leave you speechless. It is also a supreme merit to be able to make celebrities famous in the world.

Just after Yi Ming heard Mr. Qingwen's criteria for selecting disciples, and was pondering, Yun Congren sat aside, feeling very disgusted in his heart, secretly sighing that this boy's luck was so good, that such a good thing could happen to him.

Yes, this luck is too strong.

Yun Congren chuckled to himself, the teacher is already willing to accept you as a closed disciple and teach you hard, but you are still not happy and insist on giving it a try. I don't know where you got such confidence.

It would be a good idea to compose a "poem to music and lyrics" for everyone to listen to. If it is too bad, the teacher will probably not insist on saying "very good" and something that is very satisfactory.

"You should be faster, you are not a man at all when you are grinding and whining." At this time, sitting on a stone bench not far away from the corner of the pavilion, a clear and clear female voice suddenly came.

"Jing Fei." Mr. Qingwen shouted angrily, raised his eyebrows and glared at her, and immediately shouted: "You all go back to the hall, and you are not allowed to come back."

"You're being mean to me again, huh..." Ye Jingfei stood up immediately, and after letting out a very dissatisfied 'humph', she hurriedly walked out of the pavilion, walking very fast.

Not bad..., not bad.

Ye Jingfei knew her father's temperament very well, but if he even called out his name, he must be on the verge of becoming angry.

Seeing several people walking away one after another, Mr. Qingwen shook his head, looked at Yi Ming and said, "Yun Congren, this kid, is very interested in fame and wealth. I didn't want to accept him. However, I owed the favor of the Yun family, so I had no choice but to accept him." For that.”

After Mr. Qingwen finished speaking, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine, and said: "Since you insist on giving it a try, then write a poem first. And I also have something that I want to tell you. If you still want to know it after listening to it, Call me master and I will teach you well."

Yi Ming's heart suddenly moved, could there be any hidden secrets back then? Otherwise, why would he still come to the door even though he knew that Mr. Qingwen was strict in selecting his apprentices, and his father knew that he was not good at learning? This was not because he knew that he couldn't do it, but that he had to do it. Good luck?