"Is the threshold of our three major art academies in Qingzhou so high now? This level of writing poetry, don't go to Sanwei Academy in Yangzhou next door, and stay in our Qingzhou as a composer? ”

This is the doubt of some netizens after seeing the poem.

"Don't be stupid, at this age in Yangzhou, is there anyone who can write this kind of poem? I'm afraid that if I went to Yangzhou, it would also be a quack killing, right? Zhongzhou is about the same! ”

"Is there such a cow? After reading the poem, I just felt that it was a bit smooth to read, and it was quite similar to rap. ”

"I'm Nima ......"

The phrase "similar to rap" seems to poke a hornet's nest and take the topic in an unknown direction.

……

Qingzhou, Bishan villa area.

"Baby, how about you look at this ink treasure, this is given to me by Master Murong Xiaoyue, and I won't change it!"

Qin Chenglin showed off to his daughter with a smug face.

Qin Baobao looked at the calligraphy that his father brought over, and after saying, "The handwriting is good, but the content is a little worse", he was ready to go to dance practice.

"What are you talking about, you kid?"

Qin Chenglin glanced at Qin Baobao reproachfully, and then carefully rolled up the ink treasure.

This calligraphy was when he was running errands in Yangzhou, and he happened to do Master Murong a favor, and out of gratitude, the other party sent him a calligraphy.

Qin Chenglin, who was originally very interested in these, was naturally very happy.

You must know that he once bid millions of dollars and didn't buy Master Murong's authentic handiwork.

As a result, I was given one this time!

Both the meaning and the value are immeasurable.

At this time, even if it is his baby daughter, she can't say bad things!

"Humph! Still don't believe it. ”

Qin Baobao glanced at his father, and then ran to the coffee table and picked up his mobile phone to operate.

"Dad, I sent you a poem, remember to read it, I went to practice dancing."

Qin Chenglin waved his hand, signaling that he knew, and then continued to carefully put away the notebook.

When the copybook was completely assembled, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that in the past two days, I have to find someone to frame this letter, otherwise I can't see it, and I feel panicked."

Qin Chenglin thought as he walked towards his study.

After he got to the study and put the notebook, he remembered what Qin Baobao had told him before.

"When did this little girl still look at poetry?"

For his daughter, Qin Chenglin naturally knew what the ingredients were.

Since he was a child, he dozed off when he was studying, and even he and his wife tested it themselves in order to verify the authenticity of this matter.

Unexpectedly, Qin Baobao, who was full of energy every night, really fell asleep after Qin Chenglin and his wife read the text for ten minutes!

Since then, they have not forced it, and let Qin Baobao do whatever he wants.

It's not that you can't afford it!

So after hearing that Qin Baobao sent him a poem, Qin Chenglin was very surprised.

Opening his phone, Qin Chenglin looked at the poem sent by Qin Baobao.

"He who forsakes me, let not the day of yesterday remain...... Well? ”

As soon as he said a word, Qin Chenglin was stunned.

Then he sat up straight and read the whole poem sentence by sentence.

"Good! Wow! It's a good one to borrow wine to kill your sorrows! What a Ming Dynasty to spread flat boats! Even if this poem is in Yangzhou, it can be regarded as the best choice! ”

Qin Chenglin's mood was agitated when he saw it, and suddenly he patted his head with remorse!

Wouldn't it be better to let Master Murong write this song for him?

It's a pity that it's too late to say anything.

"This Nizi, why don't you indicate the author and the name of the poem when you send a poem?"

Anxious, Qin Chenglin went to the dance practice room to find Qin Baobao, he knew that Qin Baobao would not bring his mobile phone when he practiced dancing.

"Baby, who wrote this poem?"

After Qin Chenglin knocked on the door of the dance room, he looked at his well-behaved daughter and asked.

"Well, which is better than your deck?"

Qin Baobao did not answer the rhetorical question.

"Hey, you kid, if it's not good, I can come and ask you, say it quickly!"

Qin Chenglin blamed.

"Hehe, I won't tell you!"

Hearing Qin Chenglin's admission, Qin Baobao's eyes narrowed when he smiled, and then closed the door in Qin Chenglin's stunned.

"You ......"

Qin Chenglin was helpless, and then took out his mobile phone and called his secretary.

"Xiao Li, do you find out where this poem came from......"

Five minutes passed, and Qin Chenglin received a call.

"Boss, this poem was only released at noon today, and the person who wrote the poem is a composer from our Tianyu Qingzhou Composition Department, who is eighteen years old this year, and is called Chen Shuren."

"What? Eighteen years old? Our people from the Qingzhou Composition Department? Not Yangzhou? Are you sure? ”

Qin Chenglin's face was stunned, he never thought that this poem would be written by someone below the company, and he was still an eighteen-year-old young man.

I don't believe it in my heart, but his secretary certainly won't lie to him about this kind of thing.

"Okay, I got it."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the secretary's voice rang again.

"By the way, boss, this composer is the one who wrote "To Qin Baby" before."

"What !!"

When Qin Chenglin heard this, his whole person stood up from his chair.

He said that when he heard the name of this Chen Shuren just now, how could he be so familiar!

It turned out to be the little rabbit cub in Wang Xiaolin's variety show before!

Hanging up the phone, Qin Chenglin's face was cloudy.

The thought that he had praised this kid in front of his daughter before made him as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

After taking one last look at the poem, Qin Chenglin said hatefully: "Hmph, the children will only say that they are worried, and they are not worth mentioning." ”

It was better than the poems in his notebook worth a thousand dollars just now, but now it's not worth mentioning.

People will always lose their minds in the things they care about.

……

The things about dissipating sorrow on the Internet have not dissipated, and Chen Shuren thought that as long as he didn't participate, there would be nothing for him, and he would be able to comfortably watch the increase in sermon points.

But it wasn't until Zeng Juan found him that he knew that there were some things that he couldn't dodge if he wanted to.

"Invite songs? A-list female artist? ”

Chen Shuren looked at Zeng Juan in surprise, he could think of inviting songs, but he didn't expect a first-line artist or a female artist.

After all, from the beginning to the present, only one song "Snail" was sung by Han Yan, and the other songs from his hands were all male-oriented.

"Yes, the other party's name is Luna, she has been a first-line artist for more than three years, she started as a singer, and she is also very influential in film and television, and now she mainly receives the films and television of some big directors, but there has been no movement in singing in recent years."

Hearing this, Chen Shuren was puzzled.

"Why, then, did you find me? Presumably she doesn't have a shortage of songs to write from her father, right? ”

Seeing Chen Shuren's appearance, Zeng Juan smiled and said: "Indeed, with her current coffee position and fame, she can invite a song to Qu Dad eighty percent." ”

"But didn't you put out a poem today? When I saw the poem, the other party came to the door. ”

“……”

Seeing that Chen Shuren was silent, Zeng Juan didn't tease him anymore.

"Okay, in fact, Luna is an artist I brought out before, and this invitation is not just an invitation to sing, she has been to Yangzhou very frequently in the past two years, and she also has connections over there, isn't the micro-film between you and your classmates about to be good? I asked, if you write a song for her, she can bring your micro-film to Yangzhou and show it there! ”

Looking at Chen Shuren's surprised face, Zeng Juan added: "Of course, all the decisions are in your hands, I just think there is nothing bad about cooperating with her, so I asked you." ”

After listening to Zeng Juan's explanation, Chen Shuren was silent for a moment, and then asked a sentence that made Zeng Juan speechless.

"Sister Zeng, if you write a song for her, how much of the song will be divided into the other party?"

……

Thank you for the reward of "grab your lollipop", the boss is atmospheric!

It's gone today, that's all, there's not a drop left......

(End of chapter)