Chapter 310

This is a very ordinary poem.

Why does it sound so poetic?

This is something no one expected.

Is this something he did at the last minute to prepare for the performance?
After Li Qingxian finished singing "Song of Water Melody", he bent over again.

This time, no one could ignore it.

Crackling!

The audience burst into applause.

This time, he was even more popular than those ordinary contestants.

But at this moment, a voice sounded from the crowd.

"He is just a small actor who participated in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival just to become famous. He even bought poems and sang them on stage, pretending that they were his own works. How shameless!"

Everyone followed the sound.

The person who spoke was Zou Jiafeng who appeared first!
? ? I want to buy a ticket~ Also, I can’t find out who wrote the 30th chapter of "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival" on the Internet. What I want to say is that it was written by Zou Jiafeng, and you can’t find it on the blue planet.

"Yes, but he is just a drama queen. He actually said that he wrote his own poem. How shameless."

"You don't even take a piss and look at yourself, and you have the nerve to call yourself an original author?"

"That's what I said. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, these actors should not be allowed to dress up. Look at me. I can't stand it."

After Zou Jiafeng said this, the people around him also expressed their agreement.

It was okay in the past, these stars were just here to take advantage of the popularity.

Singing on the stage livens up the atmosphere without disturbing anyone else.

But now, this actor has brought out his own work and stepped onto the stage.

If "Song of Water Melody" was indeed written by this person.

So, those who participated in the competition before were not as good as this clown?
This is a slap in their face.

Especially Zou Jiafeng, when he was praised before, he was so proud and angry.

Li Qingxian looked displeased: "Hey, you need evidence. If you don't have any evidence, then you can just say I'm here to buy this poem. You have to come up with something."

"Evidence?" Zou Jiafeng was delighted when he heard Lin Yi's words: "Do we still need proof? An artist like you can come up with it?"

"Do you think that those of us who have been writing poetry for decades are idiots?"

Li Qingxian laughed in silence: "So, you don't have any evidence, but just because you are an elder, you believe that my poems were bought by someone?"

Zou Jiafeng frowned and snorted, "What a joke! I'm an old man, can I still frame an actor?"

"According to you, we are not as good as a little brat like you?"

Zhong Hua was about to stand up but was stopped by Liao Tingzuo.

Zhong Hua was a little puzzled: "President Liao, we all know who he is. Shouldn't we stand up for him now?"

"Rescue?" Liao Tingzuo slowly smiled, "Does it really need you to help him out?"

"Uh." Zhong Hua was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Liao Tingzuo said expectantly: "Instead of being a peacemaker, it's better to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight."

"I want to see what tricks he can come up with."

Zhong Hua thought about it, nodded, and returned to his seat.

He was also very curious about how capable this young man was.

However, Liu Yifei couldn't sit still until they took action.

"Mr. Zou, you are exaggerating! Did he say that no one here can compare to him?"

"Don't you know that your poems are far inferior to his? Didn't he sell them out?"

Everyone followed the sound.

A slender woman, exuding an orchid-like scent, slowly walked towards the stage.

He raised his head and looked coldly at the dozens of people in front of him.

“Worse than him?” Zou Jiafeng almost laughed out loud: “Okay, in that case, just let him write a new sentence on the spot.”

"I don't want to take advantage of you, and I don't expect you to write such good poetry."

Liu Yifei frowned and was about to speak.

However, at this moment, Li Qingxian suddenly said, "Okay, if you like, I will sing a song for you now."

Liu Yifei winked at Li Qingxian, and Li Qingxian gave her an expression that said "don't worry". Liu Yifei then sighed and made way.

Zou Jiafeng crossed his arms, looking like he was enjoying a good show.

Everyone sneered.

He was going to write a poem on the spot?

Is it so easy to write good poetry?
Li Qingxian took a deep breath and glanced at the densely packed crowd below.

"Ah."

“A drop in the ocean, a drop in the ocean.”

As soon as this poem was uttered, the scene fell into deathly silence.

When Liu Yifei heard this, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

Liao Tingzuo and Zhonghua were both stunned.

There is a bright moon in the sea, and it is the same as the sky.

The meaning of this poem is already very clear.

Li Qingxian's voice sounded again.

"A pair of lovers, missing each other in the middle of the night."

“The lamps were out, but there was light under the lamps, and dew was on the clothes.”

"I can't bear your gift, sleeping in a sweet dream."

Li Qingxian sang the poem "Looking at the Moon and Missing the Distant One" without hesitation.

This sentence is somewhat similar to Zou Jiafeng's "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival".

However, the difference between them is also huge.

Take the poem "Looking Forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival" for example, "The moon is at the zenith, the moon is at the zenith, the moon is at the zenith."

Just like the line in the poem “Looking at the Moon and Thinking of the Distant One”: “The bright moon rises over the sea, and the ends of the earth seem close.”

Just a quick glance and you can see that the two sides are not on the same level at all.

"Mirror Flower and Water Moon" uses two paragraphs to describe "the moon in the sky" and "the moon on the lake" respectively.

The following poem, "The Bright Moon Rises over the Sea", makes the painting even more refined and beautiful.

As Li Qingxian finished his words, the audience exploded.

"Why, how could this happen?"

"It's really well written. I think it's very similar to the song "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival" written by Zou Jiafeng!"

"Similar? You'd better save your energy. 'Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival' is far inferior to that one!"

"Hurry up and check online, which famous painter wrote this?"

"I just checked, no, this is a complete poem."

Liao Tingzuo stood there in a daze, repeating the words he had just spoken over and over in his mind.

After a long while, he sighed and smiled bitterly: "We are really frogs in the well."

It took Zhong Hua a while to react, and he exclaimed: "This kid's talent is truly unparalleled in the world!"

"That's good," Liao Tingzuo laughed, "At least we have a successor in the literary world."

Zhong Hua nodded in agreement.

……

At this moment, Zou Jiafeng, who was among the crowd, had a face as gloomy as the bottom of a pot.

How could he not know that the young man in front of him was made for him?

It’s still those two sentences, five-character sentences.

In his poem "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival", the moon is the sky and the lake is the moon.

This person starts with the moon on the sea.

In terms of realm, he was left far behind.

This is like being pressed to the ground and slapped in the face with a slipper!

Everyone then realized that they had really wronged Jiang Chen.

This guy is really good at what he does!
After Zou Jiafeng finished speaking, he was about to walk out.

But at this moment, Liu Yifei suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Zou, what do you mean by this? You framed our actors and you want to pretend that you did nothing and just let it go?"

"Haha, you used to say that celebrities are shameless, but now it seems that you are far behind them."

When Zou Jiafeng heard this, his face turned red instantly.

"Is there anything else?" He stopped and asked coldly.

"How is it?" Liu Zhao asked. Liu Yifei sneered: "Even a three-year-old child would understand how to deal with his mistakes."

"You are so old, and you are still regressing?"

Hearing this, everyone present trembled all over.

What an amazing woman!

He didn't even give face to Zou Jiafeng!

Zou Jiafeng's face darkened, and he looked at He Yi with gritted teeth: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

After saying that, Zou Jiafeng couldn't stay any longer and left in shame.

Liu Yifei's gaze turned and fell on the few people who had caused trouble with Zou Jiafeng before.

The group of people were shocked and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, young talent, I misjudged you, sorry."

"I'm sorry, but we were so short-sighted."

"My door is always open for you."

As soon as he came down from the stage, Liu Yifei came up to him.

Li Qingxian grinned, and Liu Yifei couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and cursed: "Didn't you say you came to check on the situation?"

"You came here just to broaden your horizons?"

Li Qingxian looked embarrassed and explained, "I was forced to do this and was bullied by someone. Can you still say that my work is plagiarized?"

Uh.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingxian froze.

Strictly speaking, his poem was indeed plagiarized.

Liu Yifei's mouth twitched: "I don't think you're here to see the world, you're here to mess things up."

"Hi!" he said hello. Li Qingxian waved his hand and said, "Sister Fei, please don't misunderstand me. With my current strength, how dare I challenge the martial arts gym?"

Although he said this, Li Qingxian knew it very well in his heart.

The fact that Sister Fei dared to stand up for him in such a situation was enough to illustrate her position.

……

This play is like a play.

Li Qingxian had nothing to do.

The final winner of the poetry contest was a middle-aged man named "Zeng Qingqing".

The song "Looking Forward to Mid-Autumn Festival" sung by Zou Jiafeng won the third place.

But now, it is absolutely impossible for him to go on stage to accept the award.

So, the third place winner was postponed.

At 9:16 that evening, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Conference came to a successful conclusion.

A group of scholars left one after another.

Just when Li Qingxian and others were about to leave, Liao Tingzuo, chairman of the Beijing Poetry Society, suddenly stopped them.

"Haha, wait a minute, little brother."

Li Qingxian turned around and asked in confusion: "Director Liao, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"What's wrong?" Liao Tingzuo was startled, then said with a smile: "It's not that I want to ask for your advice. Oh, I haven't asked what this young man's name is yet?"

"Uh, sorry, my name is Li Qingxian, Li Qingxian. I have worked hard all my life." Li Qingxian took the initiative to give his name.

"Li Qingxian..." Liao Tingzuo nodded slightly: "I see that you are very talented and have great literary talent. Have you ever thought about coming to our poetry gathering in Beijing?"

"Join the club?" Li Qingxian was stunned when he heard the question.

Liao Tingzuo said: "Yes, but you don't have to worry, the Beijing Poetry Association has no restrictions."

"Our club regularly organizes activities such as poetry appreciation, calligraphy and painting."

"If you're interested, come on."

"If you're not interested, it doesn't matter if you ignore it."

Li Qingxian thought thoughtfully.

Joining the Beijing Poetry Association was not a bad thing for him.

In this society, there are also many seniors who come from scholarly families.

This will be very beneficial to his future acting career.

However, what he fears most now is the conflict between himself and Zou Jiafeng.

If these two people were in the same organization, who knows what trouble would happen.

Liao Tingzuo seemed to have expected this, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, from now on, I will increase the supervision of the association members."

"Strive for everyone to be treated equally and stop being prejudiced against people in the entertainment industry."

“As for Zou Jiafeng, I will handle it myself and won’t cause you any trouble in the future.”

Li Qingxian felt relieved when he heard this.

He smiled and held out his hand: "Director Liao, I'll leave this matter to you."

Liao Tingzuo also shook hands with him and said, "No problem. It's getting late. Let's just stay here for the night."

Li Qingxian wanted to refuse, but Sister Fei gave him a look.

He could only agree.

……

Liao Tingzuo's home is not far from here.

Four people, a family.

Now, they have a pair of children in their family.

This is a villa of less than 100 square meters, but the atmosphere is very good.

"Sister Fei, why do you want me to agree? Isn't this making things difficult for her?" Li Qingxian asked tentatively while driving.

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes and said, "If I'm not mistaken, Chairman Liao must have something to tell you, but due to the situation at the time, it was inconvenient to say more, so he invited you to his home."

When Li Qingxian heard this, he also felt that it was true.

Otherwise, no matter what President Liao said, he would not let a rookie like himself stay at someone else's house for a night.

When he arrived at Chairman Liao's home, Chairman Liao's wife was very attentive to him.

Serving tea and washing fruits.

Finally, after she went in and put the baby to bed, Director Liao started talking about business.

Dean Liao sighed and said, "Li Qingxian, I asked you to come here this time because I have something to ask of you."

Li Qingxian looked at her with admiration, "President Liao, please speak."

"As a poet, I can't say much, but I can ask you, can you give me an article to publish in our journal?" Liao Tingzuo asked pleadingly.

Li Qingxian was confused: "What's wrong with you?

"Alas." Chu Feng sighed. Liao Tingzuo sighed and said, "It's funny to say that. Do you know why most people in the poetry gatherings in Beijing hate artists?"

Li Qingxian thought for a moment and said, "Is it true that most of the content of literary and artistic works has been occupied by the entertainment industry?"

"?" Liao Tingzuo looked at Li Qingxian in surprise.

This guy actually knows everything?

Li Qingxian smiled and said, "This is not difficult to explain. After all, with the current development of society, young people are much more interested in entertainment, film and television, and animation than literature and poetry."

“By then, the arts industry will gradually be eliminated, and the arts industry will become the mainstream.”

Liao Tingzuo was shocked by Li Qingxian's analysis!
He shook his head and said somewhat complacently: "Yes, that's why our Beijing Poetry Association publishes a monthly edition."

“This is also to make more people like us.”

"Unfortunately, the results so far have not been very good."

Today's major news and headlines are full of celebrities' entertainment news, daily life, and gossip.

Poetry and literature are even less popular.

Li Qingxian looked puzzled: "But if you can't do it, I don't think my poems will change anything."

"You are different." Liao Tingzuo said solemnly: "Your poems are beyond the reach of so-called scholars like us."

Whether at the door or in the darkness, he is always seeking light.

Another sentence: "Where the moon is full, facing the blue sky, drinking and talking happily."

All this made Liao Tingzuo realize that becoming a qualified writer is not an easy thing.

Even if the words are brief and to the point, they are enough to move people.

He can't do this.

Zhonghua was unable to do this.

But Li Qingxian can.

To be honest, Li Qingxian thinks this problem is quite serious.

He is very clear about his own strength.

If it weren’t for the great predecessor on the blue planet, he would never have been able to compose such a poem.

Let him save the literary world.

This is nonsense.

He neither could nor dared to.

"I can write a poem for you, but I can't make any promises to you," said Li Qingxian.

Liao Tingzuo breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you can help me with this. I'm glad you don't have to worry about anything."

……

the next day.

Liao Tingzuo sent He Yi and others to No. 14 Nongnan Road, which is their headquarters here.

First help Li Qingxian add a friend, and then add Li Qingxian as well.

Only then did Li Qingxian truly become a member of the "Beijing Poetry Society".

As soon as Li Qingxian joined, the entire chat group exploded.

Li Zhengwen: "Haha, there haven't been any new members joining for a while. Come on, come on, come on, come on."

Lu Qiugui: "This photo is quite fashionable. He looks like a handsome young man."

……

Zou Jiafeng: "Once we join this WeChat group, we are all family. If we have any questions, we can ask directly. The people in it are all very nice."

Li Qingxian was thinking about it, and when he saw that everyone was chatting, he wanted to reply with a few words to express his gratitude.

However, when he saw this message, he was stunned.

And this person’s ID is exactly Zou Jiafeng!

Li Qingxian happily typed: "Hello, my name is Li Qingxian."

Zou Jiafeng was silent for a moment before he said, "Keep your word, then call it what you want. What are the names of the sun and the moon? He Yi, what a good name."

"..."Li Qingxian.

Li Zhengwen: "Brother Zou is indeed quite capable and has a lot of skills."

Lu Qiugui: "Mr. Zou is well-known in our circle for his erudition and versatility. If you have any questions, you can go to Mr. Zou."

Zou Jiafeng, "Haha, these are just some trivial skills, not worth mentioning. However, if you have any questions, I am willing to help you solve them."

Li Qingxian: "Thank you, Mr. Zou."

Li Zhengwen asked again: "Li Qingxian, where is your home? Has it been published in any magazine? Why have I never heard of it?"

Generally speaking, if you want to join the Beijing Poetry Society, you must have outstanding works and have published them in major journals.

But they were still unfamiliar with Li Qingxian. Li Qingxian: "No, it was only during the Mid-Autumn Festival last time that I sang the song "Water Melody·When the Moon Shines"."

“……”Li Zhengwen was speechless.

“……”Lu Qiugui was speechless.

“……” Zhong Xiaolun was speechless.

“……”Lu Ling.

As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.

A moment.

Zou Jiafeng took back a message that read:

Zou Jiafeng took back a message that read:

Zou Jiafeng took back a message that read:

Seeing that everyone had retreated, Li Qingxian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He could even imagine how ugly Zou Jiafeng's face was at the moment, and he even had an urge to quit the WeChat group.

Liao Tingzuo, who was standing by, was both angry and amused when he saw this.

"This guy named Zou is a nice guy, but a little old-fashioned. If possible, I would like him to make peace with you. After all, we are a club now."

Li Qingxian smiled and nodded to show his agreement.

After all, there was no deep hatred between him and Zou Jiafeng.

However, Liao Tingzuo also knew that this matter must start with Zou Jiafeng.

After all, Xiao He didn't make any mistakes.

On the contrary, Zou Jiafeng caused him some trouble and made things worse.

Liao Tingzuo sighed, "I have to tell Zou Jiafeng about this."

"People from your guild picked a fight with you, and as the leader of the guild, I didn't help them in time."

"I would like to express my apologies to you."

As Liao Tingzuo spoke, he bowed deeply to Li Qingxian.

Li Qingxian quickly pulled him over: "Oh, please don't do that, you are too polite, I don't deserve it."

Liao Tingzuo laughed: "Why not? Right and wrong has nothing to do with age. If an elder makes a mistake, shouldn't he apologize?"

Li Qingxian sighed helplessly: "I am speaking to you reasonably, I will accept your apology, but you don't have to thank me for this bow."

After chatting for a few minutes, Liao Tingzuo left with satisfaction.

Under the leadership of Sister Fei, Li Qingxian also drove a car from the company back home.

……

Day two.

In January, the Beijing Poetry Society published a new journal.

But this time, President Liao placed a poem written by Li Qingxian in the most conspicuous place.

It is this poem: Darkness gave me eyes, and through them I seek light.

Liao Tingzuo also went to find He Yi and asked him what the poem was called and what his pen name was.

Li Qingxian replied without hesitation: "One generation, one generation."

……

end of June.

A song called "A Generation" has been circulated on various websites.

Whether it is a hot search, a post bar, or a forum.

Most people who commented on this poem praised the talent of the writer named "Gu Cheng".

Among these comments, a big V named "Zou Zou Feng" gave his own analysis and received support from many people.

Zouzou Mountain:
"The night gave me a pair of black eyes, and I use them as light."

The images presented in the poem are very common phenomena in daily life: night, eyes, and light.

But it is precisely because of this that this poem is full of contemplative flavor.

The combination of these two words seems contradictory, but there is a surprising truth hidden in it.

This contradictory logic is precisely the essence of this little poem.

From the perspective of aesthetics, this is a brand new poem.

It avoids direct expression of emotions, abandons the narration of scenery, and does not deliberately create an overall atmosphere. Instead, it highlights a pair of strange "black eyes" through imagery and metaphors.

In front of the eye, there seemed to be a ray of white light shining through the gaps in the clouds.

I don't know who the author of this name is.

But these two lines convinced me. "

This is a big V with tens of thousands of fans.

However, compared with the huge number of Internet users, this little attention is not worth mentioning at all.

However, his achievements in literature and art are still recognized by movie fans.

Therefore, as soon as this post was released, it received hundreds of thousands of likes and reposts.

And the number of his followers is almost over 100,000.

"I knew you were right."

"I have been bombarded with this sentence for some time. I admit that this is a very good piece of work."

"I also heard about it from our Chinese teacher. At that time, I was really shocked."

"It's a pity that no one has been able to find out who Mr. Gu Cheng is for a long time."

Who is Gu Cheng?

The attention this incident has received is in no way inferior to that of "A Generation".

Zou Jiafeng had originally planned to ask Chairman Liao.

After all, only the president of the association can change the content on the cover at will.

If this is the case, then Liao Tingzuo must know this Gu Cheng.

But soon, he thought of a question.

In any case, her poem was published by Chairman Liao in their journal.

In other words, he is about to join the poetry club.

Everything will come out then.

If he had spoken himself, it would have been a bit hasty and embarrassing.

Therefore, he gave up the idea of ​​finding out the news.

……

Early April.

At the First Hospital in Beijing, Li Qingxian went for a physical examination.

According to the contract with Fengmao Entertainment, a health check-up is required every month.

"My blood sample is being sent for testing. You can come and get the report in two hours."

A female nurse in a white dress spoke up.

Li Qingxian nodded, then stood up and planned to find a seat to sit down.

However, just as he was about to turn around, he found a little girl in her teens sticking her head out of the room, staring at him with her big eyes.

Li Qingxian looked at the little girl with a smile and stretched out his hand as a greeting.

When the girl saw it, she was startled and quickly stepped back.

Li Qingxian smiled and shook his head, sat down on the sofa next to him, and picked up his mobile phone.

"Tsk tsk, I never knew that poetry from generation to generation could be so popular on the blue planet."

Seeing the word "generation" appear at the fifth place on Weibo's hot search list, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

But there is no signature at the end of this poem.

This made it impossible for him to transfer this heat to himself.

However, he had no regrets at all.

The reason for doing this is simply to make myself feel better.

After browsing his Weibo, he started searching for real estate online.

He has tens of millions in savings, and he would rather buy a house himself than use the money.

He was looking down at his phone when suddenly a figure approached.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and raised his head.

It was the girl who had been peeping at him before.

When she came closer, Li Qingxian noticed that she had a strip of cloth wrapped around her head, covering her hair.

He was wearing a loose hospital gown, his face was ruddy and his eyes were bright.

"Little girl, do you know who I am?"

The little girl walked to two meters in front of him and nodded slightly: "Your name is He Yi, I have heard you sing that song before."

"Huh?" Li Qingxian was startled when he heard that.

It turned out that this was one of his fans.

His heart moved, and he said with a smile: "You know me, what do you like to hear the most?"

The little girl answered without thinking, "Father is my favorite."

Li Qingxian was stunned: "Father?"

How could a little kid love to listen to "Father" the most?

The girl nodded vigorously: "My father is a good man, I like him very much."

Li Qingxian just felt warm in his heart.

He is so well-behaved at such a young age.

That dad will definitely be very happy.

He waved his hand: "You are tired too, sit down quickly."

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately said, "I can't go in."

"Hey! What's wrong?" Li Qingxian looked puzzled.

The little girl said, "I am sick, and I am afraid that I will cause trouble for you."

Seriously ill?

Is it still contagious?
He looked at the young nurses around him in confusion.

There were a few nurses who would occasionally look at her.

However, they did not stop Inelise.

If she was contagious, the nurses would definitely not let her leave the ward.

"Excuse me, what's going on?"

The little girl hesitated to speak.

"My father said that I just caught a cold, but I heard him talking to the nanny."

"It is said that this is a malignant tumor."

Li Qingxian was stunned when he heard this.

"My dad said that when I recover, he would take me to the amusement park to ride the roller coaster. I asked him many times, but he was too busy to go with me."

"But my father didn't know that, in fact, I had no hope."

"I got sick this time and lost all my hair. Now I am ugly and ugly."

"My dad always said that I was the most beautiful little princess in the world, and when I got better, he would give me the most beautiful dress."

"But my dad has already spent a lot of money on my illness."

"He even sold his home for money, and his mother said he was stingy."

"Then, after my mother left, I pretended to be asleep and he just kept crying."

“Every time I woke up, my father would smile at me.”

“That’s what I love most about my father.”

The girl quietly walked two meters away and recounted her experience.

He speaks the most basic language.

However, every word was heart-wrenching and went straight to Li Qingxian's heart.

"Fei Fei?" Fei Anhao called out.

Just then, a deep voice sounded from a distance.

A middle-aged man in a faded blue shirt walked quickly to the girl.

The girl was startled and took a step back: "Dad."

The middle-aged man stepped forward and pulled her over: "Fei Fei, why do you want to go out? Didn't I tell you to sleep in your bedroom?"

"Dad, let me go, you smell so bad!" The little girl pouted in dissatisfaction.

The uncle was stunned when he heard this, smiled awkwardly, and put the little girl down.

The little girl didn't say anything else and rushed straight into her room.

"I'm going to sleep, go take a shower."

Followed by.

"Oh!"

The man stared at the door for a long while, then turned around and said to Li Qingxian.

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, did my daughter embarrass you?"

Li Qingxian opened his mouth, hesitating to speak, but finally spoke his mind, "No, your daughter is really... very cute."

Hearing this, the man paused, a smile appeared on his face, "Thank you."

……

"Li Qingxian." Ye Futian said.

"..."

"Where's Li Qingxian?"

"Oh, oh, here I come."

"Okay, here are your test results. If you have any questions, you can scan them."

"Well, please."

Li Qingxian looked absent-minded throughout the day.

As soon as Liu Yifei came back, she immediately realized something was wrong.

"What? What's wrong with the test results?" Liu Yifei said with a worried look on her face.

Li Qingxian's career is developing rapidly.

If something goes wrong with his body, it is very likely that his growth will be delayed.

"No, I am." Li Qingxian shook his head and finally could only sigh: "Alas."

Liu Yifei looked at him suspiciously: "It seems that you are not that emotional. If you have anything, tell me, maybe I can give you some help."

Li Qingxian: “…”

Finally, after Liu Yifei's repeated questioning, he finally told her what happened to him that day.

When Liu Yifei heard the news, she was also thoughtful.

But not long after, she shook her head and sighed: "The world is so big, there are too many people like her to count. Even if you are willing, you are powerless."

Li Qingxian: “…”

He understands this.

But now, he finds it difficult to accept.

Liu Yifei said to Li Qingxian in silence, "I have acquaintances in several hospitals that specialize in cancer treatment. If you want, we can send her somewhere else."

"Right now, we can't be sure what disease she has, but at least, this is good news."

Li Qingxian's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Is it okay?" ();

Liu Yifei laughed: "Looking at your expression, can I still refuse?

……

Day two.

Li Qingxian took Liu Yifei to the First People's Hospital and asked about Feifei's situation.

At first, the nurses were a little hesitant because they didn't know who Liu Yifei and Li Qingxian were.

However, after knowing their purpose, the nurses felt relieved and told them what had happened.

As a result, she got leukemia.

This was all over a year ago.

Feifei's family originally lived a good life.

But now, his son has been diagnosed with cancer, and this well-off family has been thrown back into disarray.

In order to pay for his daughter's medical treatment, Feifei's father had to sell his car and house.

However, leukemia is not an easy thing.

In the end, his wife couldn't stand it anymore and fled.

But her father is so persistent.

It is also because of his persistence that Feifei's health has remained relatively stable in the past two years.

Feifei is only in her teens, but she is already very mature and intelligent.

He knew that his father rarely had enough to eat, so he deliberately left half a bowl and said that he couldn't hold on any longer.

Only after she saw her father eat all the food did she fall asleep peacefully.

Over the past year, she has gradually won the hearts of these young nurses.

"Ah, Feifei is so good, but she has such a strange disease. It's such a pity."

"But, she is only ten years old after all, and I am really worried about her."

"Uncle, if you really want to help, I will give you five thousand. It's not much, but I'll do my best."

"I want one too. I can pay three thousand dollars."

"One thousand nine hundred dollars. I can take it out."

"I'll donate 1500..." Huo Mian didn't know what to say, so she just spoke.

Li Qingxian felt warm at heart when he saw one nurse after another donating money voluntarily.

However, the ugliness of the world will always be shown to the world.

However, in the real world, there are still many touching scenes.

Li Qingxian couldn't help but smile: "This is also Feifei's blessing. I actually got to know you two. As for donations, there's no need to talk about it. I'll pay for Feifei's medical expenses in the future!"

……

When Fang Haiwei heard that they wanted to help his child go through the referral procedures, he was immediately happy.

He took off his hat and ran straight to the hospital.

When he arrived, he was soaked like a drowned rat, his face was pale and covered with big beads of sweat.

He went to the ward and looked carefully at his daughter lying on the bed.

Then he closed the door gently.

The moment they saw Li Qingxian, it was beyond everyone's expectations.

Fang Haiwei bent his knees and knelt down.

He is a man of great integrity, and in the eyes of his daughter, he is omnipotent.

But at this moment, she knelt on the ground, bowed her head and cried.

Li Qingxian didn't hear what the other party said at all.

Just from that hoarse voice, he seemed to be saying "thank you".

"Hurry up and get up. It would be terrible if your daughter saw this." Li Qingxian helped him up.

Fang Haiwei said in a trembling voice: "You, you, you, you, I, I really don't know how I can repay it. I, I, I can't pay it back."

Seeing Fang Haiwei's pale face, Li Qingxian shook his head helplessly: "No need to pay it back, you don't have to do anything."

"You should think about yourself."

(End of this chapter)