Jiang Yingxia's mood in the past two days is not very beautiful.

Two days ago, Song Yashi sent her a photo of Su Ye and a strange woman walking out of the hotel.

But Jiang Yingxia didn't suspect anything.

After getting along for a while, Jiang Yingxia probably knew what kind of person Su Ye was, and she still trusted Su Ye.

Besides, with An Zhao's eyeliner staring at Su Ye, Jiang Yingxia still knows Su Ye's whereabouts very well. Jiang Yingxia also knew that Su Ye was going to attend a charity gala that night.

But trust is trust, Jiang Yingxia's vinegar jar is still overturned.

As soon as I remembered that Su Ye was in a girl's car that night, I felt that there was a nameless fire burning in my heart.

Jiang Yingxia was still thinking about the outline of the new book, but she felt annoyed when she thought of Su Ye unconsciously.

"Ahhh

What should I do, I'm not in the mood to work at all!

"Hmph, stupid leaf, if I don't reply to your message, you won't send it a few more times!" Jiang Yingxia kept rolling on the bed, muttering something that probably only she knew.

"Doodoo~"

Jiang Yingxia's mobile phone rang suddenly, and Jiang Yingxia hurriedly picked up the phone. When I saw that it was the editor of the publishing house, the look of anticipation on my face slowly dimmed. It wasn't Su Ye calling!

"Hey, Jiang Yingxia, how did you do it? What about the manuscript of the past two days?" I heard a roar on the other end of the phone, and the frightened Jiang Yingxia hurriedly took the phone away from her ear.

"Lily, give me two more days, I really don't have any inspiration. Jiang Yingxia said pitifully with a hint of pleading on her face.

That's really uninspired, I've been thinking about Su Ye for the past two days, where is the inspiration to rush the draft?

"Jiang Yingxia, okay, I'll give you two more days, if you don't give me the manuscript, you know!" The editor's voice on the other end of the phone changed from anger to helplessness and then to compromise, obviously getting used to Jiang Yingxia's character.

"Hee-hee, Lily is so nice!" Jiang Yingxia said with a smile.

"Humph!"

"Doodoo ......"

With a cold snort, the editor hung up the phone directly.

Jiang Yingxia threw away her phone, looked at the small half of the manuscript on her desk, and sighed helplessly.

It's all Su Ye's fault!

Jiang Yingxia shook her small hand and cheered herself up, with a hint of determination on her face.

Jiang Yingxia decided to rest early and get this manuscript out tomorrow morning!

……

In the apartment, Su Ye and An Zhao were still busy.

Su Ye was watching "Three Hundred Tang Poems" on the side, and An Zhao was thinking about how to set up a studio next.

An Zhao has now terminated the contract, and according to her idea, she wants to form a studio of her own.

But An Zhao thought about it carefully, the studio wants agents, life assistants and various employees!

These are easy to find, as long as you have the money.

An Zhao thought about it, he had no money, and no one was there.

So how do you set it up?

An Zhao counted on his fingers in a daze, feeling that the millions on his bank card didn't seem to be enough, huh?

"Alas!" An Zhao showed a hint of annoyance on his face, "I knew I wouldn't buy so many bags!"

An Zhao's contract does have some holes, but it is not enough to say that he only has a few million savings in five years. Most of An Zhao's money was used to buy bags and cars.

There are two rooms where An Zhao lives in the imperial capital that are used to put bags, who dares to believe it?

Su Ye, who was sitting on the side, didn't care what An Zhao suddenly went crazy, he was used to it.

Su Ye was holding a book, on which was "Three Hundred Tang Poems" projected by Xiao Ai.

An Zhao looked at Su Ye so fascinated that he couldn't help but look down at the cover of the book.

The title of the book is "Three Hundred and Sixty Methods of Scientific Pig Raising"!

An Zhao couldn't see the content of Xiao Ai's projection, and thought that Su Ye was really watching "Three Hundred and Sixty Methods of Scientific Pig Breeding".

An Zhao glanced at Su Ye with strange eyes, could it be that Su Ye's dream was not to be a singer, but to be a pig killer?

But Su Ye didn't know what An Zhao was thinking, and looked at "Three Hundred Tang Poems" with some obsession.

"It's so well written!" Su Ye couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the wonders.

The poems on this "Three Hundred Tang Poems" are all treasures of parallel worlds, and they are treasures of thousands of years of culture, and Su Ye couldn't help but applaud when he saw it.

But in An Zhao's eyes, it was a different scene.

An Zhao looked at Su Ye's eyes glowing at "Three Hundred and Sixty Methods of Scientific Pig Raising", and only felt that his cousin didn't seem to have a very bright brain.

How can a good child be stupid!

An Zhao shook his head, with a hint of regret on his face, and went back to his room.

Tomorrow I will go to Fudan University to organize a poetry meeting, and Su Ye will go to rest early after watching it for a while.

Originally, the task of arranging the poetry meeting was handed over to Professor Liu of Fudan University, but Meng Changqing made the old mistake of bragging, so everyone asked him to be responsible for arranging the poetry meeting, and Meng Changqing also agreed to it.

Fortunately, Meng Changqing invited someone from Changsu to help, otherwise he would really be embarrassed in front of that group of old men and old ladies.

Early the next morning, Su Ye and An Zhao went to Fudan University together.

Zhang Yun gathered the people early, and began to arrange them in Fudan two days ago.

When Su Ye came to Fudan University, he saw red lanterns on a long street from a distance, and there were still words written on them if he looked closely.

This is the riddle guessing, which is also one of the activities of this poetry meeting.

Although there are not many students staying on campus, the number of tourists who come to Fudan University is also quite large.

On the evening of the 20th, the lanterns on this street are lit up and it is also a very beautiful sight.

This time the poetry meeting was the idea of the chairman of the Literary Association, who is the dean of the Faculty of Arts of Imperial Capital University, and loves poetry and songs. Especially in ancient poetry, the rhythm of which is an indescribable art.

When Su Ye entered, he saw Meng Changqing and Meng Ziqing.

Meng Changqing looked at this arrangement and kept nodding, with a hint of a smile on his face.

It seems that this plan is very much in line with his heart.

And Meng Ziqing just wanted to see Su Ye, and when he heard that Su Ye would come, he followed him in vain.

came to Fudan, and Su Ye couldn't help but make a call to Jiang Yingxia.

Jiang Yingxia lives very close to Fudan, and Su Ye hasn't seen Jiang Yingxia for two days, so he misses it.

"Doodoo~"

As soon as Su Ye's mobile phone rang twice, Jiang Yingxia hurriedly connected the phone.

After a night of thinking, Jiang Yingxia thought clearly. According to Su Ye's brain circuit, if he asked him to guess, he must not have guessed that he ignored him for two days because he was angry.

Therefore, Jiang Yingxia simply told Su Ye directly.

"Hey, Su Ye, I'm angry!"

Su Ye: "???"

Su Ye only felt that his head was full of question marks, why did he call me and say that I was angry?

"Why are you angry?" asked Su Ye puzzled.

Jiang Yingxia snorted and pretended to be angry and said, "Song Yashi saw you go home in a beautiful woman's car the night before yesterday!"

Su Ye patted his head, oh Huo, so that's the case!

This was a misunderstanding, and Su Ye felt that he needed to explain.

"Oh, that's a misunderstanding!" Su Ye explained.

For this short but inclusive explanation of his own attitude, Su Ye felt very bang.

"Hmph!" Jiang Yingxia snorted coldly, "That's it?"

For this explanation, Jiang Yingxia was obviously not so satisfied.

"Well, that's all. ”

"Oh, okay. ”

"I'm in Fudan, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

"Well, I'll be right here. ”

Jiang Yingxia hung up the phone with a cheerful smile on her face. Jiang Yingxia threw the pen in his hand, wrote a hammer, and went out to play first!

Although Su Ye's explanation was very perfunctory, the meaning of the subtext of Su Ye's later words was that I miss you!

This made Jiang Yingxia's mood instantly turn from cloudy to sunny.

Jiang Yingxia happily changed her clothes and jumped out of the door.

The manuscript on the table lay quietly, as blank and clean as before.

Meng Changqing commanded the staff to arrange the venue.

Su Ye and An Zhao watched from the sidelines, helping from time to time.

The interior of the venue is more detailed than the outside, and the tables, chairs and door curtains have a hint of antique charm.

Several Taishi chairs are placed directly above, and the patterns on the rows of tables and chairs below are all Chinese dragons, which are lifelike.

The door curtain is a piece of relics hanging down together, but also with a trace of special meaning.

This arrangement is very pleasing to the eye.

There are also pen, ink, paper and inkstones that will be used in the poetry meeting, which are all first-class boutiques, and this poetry meeting has taken a lot of thought.

The poetry meeting will start in two days, and tomorrow afternoon the chairman of the Literary Association and the delegates will go to the magic capital, and everything will be ready today.

Listening to Meng Changqing, along with the chairman of the Literary Association, there are also several top students from Imperial Capital University.

On the other hand, in addition to the few talents brought by the chairman of the Literary Association, other members of the Literary Association brought their protégés to participate in this poetry meeting.

In particular, after several representatives of the Literary Association learned that Meng Changqing planned to broadcast the poetry meeting to the outside world through live broadcast, they paid more attention to this poetry meeting.

Although the literati have always said that fame and fortune are all clouds, these words are often said by those who are frustrated.

How many people in this world can really not care about fame and fortune?

Even if there is, it is full of hypocrisy in the eyes of others. Naturally, if you are not for fame and fortune, you will naturally ignore such a gaze.

Meng Changqing patted Su Ye's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Su Ye, you have to fight for some anger this time! After all, I didn't bring anyone else from our school, so I brought you here, you have to fight for me!"

Su Ye showed a hint of confidence on his face, and smiled, "Okay, I promise not to embarrass you." ”

With "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in mind, it is impossible to lose face!

Su Ye is so confident!

Meng Changqing smiled and nodded.

This time, Meng Changqing's choice of Su Ye was not cronyism, but Meng Changqing was indeed optimistic about Su Ye.

Jiangnan has been the favorite of literati since ancient times, and Jiangnan also loves literati the most.

How many writers have gone from Jiangnan to Kyushu, and Meng Changqing understood that Su Ye would not be as stumbling as others in those years in the old house.

Su Ye has a spiritual charm that others don't have. Compared with others, Su Ye's thoughts are also more different, and he is a romantic who roams in reality.