The annual meeting of the Earth Star Poetry Association was held very successfully.

Not only did we have a cultural exchange here, but we all had a great time.

Therefore, after the end of the afternoon meeting, everyone took turns to thank and say goodbye to the host Sheheng.

It's just that Song Mingsheng doesn't know why, and he doesn't seem very happy all the time.

Even before the official end of the literary meeting, he took the lead in getting up and leaving with his disciples without looking back.

And Wang Xie at today's literary meeting also received praise from many people, so many people also chatted with Wang Xie before leaving.

The first to greet Wang Xie was Wang Sheng, the little brother who came in with Wang Xie.

"Wang Xie... "Wang Sheng witnessed Wang Xie's performance at the Wenhui throughout the whole process, so when he came to Wang Xie again, he seemed a little restrained.

Wang Xie looked at this boy who was about the same age as himself, and couldn't help but smile and nodded: "It's okay, just call me by name, and thank you for bringing me in today." ”

"Hey, that's nothing." Wang Sheng looked at Wang Xie really didn't have any shelf, and slowly relaxed: "Your performance today is amazing, my teacher is full of praise for your calligraphy, and said that he wants to invite you to the calligraphy association to exchange ideas." ”

"If you have the chance, you will definitely go." It was also at this time that Wang Xie knew that Wang Sheng was a member of the Calligraphy Association, so he also casually agreed.

After chatting with Wang Sheng for a few words and exchanging VV numbers, Wang Sheng said goodbye to Wang Xie and left with his teacher.

Then Zhou Weijun also walked up to Wang Xie and patted Wang Xie on the shoulder with a sigh: "Your kid's ancient literary skills are not weak, it's a pity to engage in music." ”

Wang Xie also smiled and said modestly: "Where, my three-legged cat's kung fu can also mix in the music circle, but I don't dare to compare with a great writer like you." ”

"Slippery head." Seeing Wang Xie pretending to be modest, Zhou Weijun pointed at Wang Xie and laughed.

"This kid is a wife slave, his daughter-in-law is in the music circle, otherwise why do you think he is in the music circle." Just when Wang Xie and Zhou Weijun were chatting, Su Xun also came over with Nan Jiayu.

"His daughter-in-law is Lao Liu's daughter, it is said that she is still a diva, this kid is in the music circle just to write songs for his daughter-in-law, otherwise he doesn't know where to mess around." Su Xun interjected casually, and immediately lifted Wang Xie's bottom clean.

However, Wang Xie thought about Su Xun's words carefully, and what he said was really right. Because he summed up his savings, it seems that writing books and selling copyrights does make more money than writing songs, otherwise write more books in the future?

"Oh" Zhou Weijun suddenly realized, and couldn't help but look at Wang Xie again: "No wonder Lao Liu said that his son-in-law is good." ”

Su Xun looked at Wang Xie who had been smiling, and his face was also straight at the moment, and he said to Wang Xie seriously: "By the way, I said that I would go to my place tomorrow, don't forget it." ”

"Of course, I will definitely not dare to forget Su Lao's invitation." Wang Xie nodded, but then pretended to be embarrassed and said, "However, you don't seem to have given me your contact information and address yet." ”

Seeing Wang Xie's embarrassed face, Su Xun thought it was a big deal, but after listening to Wang Xie's complaints, he also slapped his head: "Alas, you look at my brain, I almost forgot about it." ”

As the so-called disciple obeys his work, at this moment, Nan Jiayu also stood up with a smile, took out his mobile phone and exchanged VV numbers with Wang Xie, and after sending Su Xun's home address and contact number to Wang Xie, he carefully agreed with Wang Xie to meet at a time.

After chatting with each other for a few more words, Wang Xie and the two elders said goodbye politely, and then watched the two leave the Royal Summer Resort.

The only thing Wang Xie felt a little strange was that since he said "a pear flower pressing a begonia", Nan Jiayu seemed to be a little shy, and his gaze at him was a little strange.

But it doesn't matter, it's not a big deal.

After Wang Xie saw that the familiar people were almost gone, he planned to say hello to Sheheng, and he also wanted to leave.

As the host, Sheheng was standing at the door at the moment to say goodbye to the departing guests one by one, so Wang Xie also passed away.

"Thank you Lord Duke for your hospitality, then I will go first with Huanhuan." Wang Xie took advantage of the fact that someone had just left, and immediately hurried up to say hello to Sheheng.

And Xie Huanhuan is already busy, and she is standing beside Wang Xie at the moment, she and Wang Xie have made an appointment early to go to Wang Xie's Dongshan Villa to sit together.

"Eh, you wait a minute." is different from being polite to others, Sheheng's attitude towards Wang Xie is much more casual: "I still have something to do with you, you can go to my place and sit down and then leave." ”

"Huh? What's the matter? Wang Xie was a little reluctant.

"Why, I'm afraid it's hard to explain if I'm going back late." She Heng glanced at Wang Xie with some deep meaning, and then turned his gaze to Xie Huanhuan: "By the way, Huanhuan, borrow it from your husband, don't mind." ”

Xie Huanhuan herself is a relatively bold girl, so even if Sheheng said that Wang Xie said that her husband, she was not embarrassed at all, but said magnificently: "I don't care, Wang Xie just agrees." ”

Wang Xie couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Xie Huanhuan with a bold face, and then said to her: "Then Huanhuan, you have to stay here with me for a while." ”

But it's a pity that Xie Huanhuan, who originally wanted to stay with him, was unusual, and raised the things in Wang Xie's hand today: "I'm sorry, I also brought food for Sister Qin'er, so I'll go back to Dongshan Villa first, you may have to come back by yourself later." ”

Looking at Xie Huanhuan, whose face was slightly apologetic, Wang Xie nodded.

Gotta get busy with you.

Wang Xie waited for more than 1 hour.

It's past 6 p.m.

Inside the villa of Sheheng.

Wang Xie sat face-to-face with Sheheng in the tearoom again.

"Your Excellency, what do you have to tell the little one?" Wang Xie took a sip of tea, and then asked Chao Sheheng, who was joking.

She Heng didn't answer immediately, but after helping Wang Xie fill the tea again, he then looked around at the calligraphy works hanging on the wall of the tea room, and then said softly: "It's not that you have something to ask for this talent, so I specially left you to talk about it." ”

"Alright, alright, let's not do that."

Looking at the dignified and luxurious Sheheng opposite, Wang Xie himself shuddered.

Seeing that Wang Xie couldn't bear it, Sheheng smiled, put away his aura, and then explained his thoughts to Wang Xie with a brisk face.

"I've copied a lot of your works, but I still don't have a handwritten book from you, so I thought you would leave me a pair of words, and when I copy them in the future, I have a good reference."

"That's it?" Wang Xie was a little depressed, he thought it was something big.

"That's it!" She Heng smiled and nodded, as for what he thought in his heart, it was unknown.

Sheheng's tea room is divided into two parts, the outside is the place where guests drink tea, and the inside is the study where she usually practices calligraphy and painting.

Therefore, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all readily available.

So soon, Wang Xie stood in front of the desk with a brush, but after standing for a full minute, Wang Xie remembered to ask Sheheng.

"What do you want me to write for you?"