Seeing Ye Zhiqiu, Qin Dewen was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what he was doing.

"Haha, little friend Ye!"

"Come on, come on!"

Qin Dewen, who looked overjoyed, was about to stand up from the hospital bed, but Ye Zhiqiu and others quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Until the moment he saw Qin Dewen, Ye Zhiqiu could not associate the thin, gloomy old man in front of him with the old Qin in his memory.

However, even though he was bedridden, Qin Dewen's gray hair was still meticulously combed, his clothes were neatly dressed, and his elegant temperament remained the same.

The middle-aged man on the side understood at a glance that this was his daughter Qin Xiaoyu's idea, and did not blame him. He friendly said to Ye Zhiqiu: "Hello, Zhiqiu."

"I'm Xiaoyu's father, Qin Yongbo. Thank you for coming."

While speaking, Qin Yongbo nodded to Song Mei.

Because of Ye Zhiqiu's arrival, the ward suddenly became lively, and Qin Dewen was in high spirits and kept chatting with Ye Zhiqiu.

Originally, Qin Yongbo was a little worried after considering the doctor's suggestion of "resting", but seeing Qin Dewen's rare good spirit in recent times, he still held back and did not speak.

Speaking of his condition, Qin Dewen was very free and easy. He waved his hand and said: "There is nothing to say. As people get older, what should come will come to them."

"Most of my old friends have been buried long ago. In our time, we were at war, didn't have enough to eat, and came to the countryside... I am the one who has lived the longest, and I have long been content."

"Dad..." Qin Yongbo said helplessly on the side.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk anymore." Qin Dewen chuckled, "I don't want you to nag me again."

"Let me tell you, there are some things about Yong Bo that Xiaoyou Ye hasn't seen through yet."

"'People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, it's hard to say it all in ancient times.' This poem really sums up everything from ancient times to the present in one word."

Qin Yongbo smiled bitterly. In normal times, he would be a leader no matter what. If he said that his mood was not as good as that of a young man, he would inevitably not agree with it.

But if it was Ye Zhiqiu...he really couldn't refute it.

This poem is enough to convince people. Otherwise, why would Qin Dewen always say that Ye Zhiqiu is a "natural talent".

On the side, facing Qin Dewen's "praise", Ye Zhiqiu did not deny it.

In fact, everyone can see that Qin Dewen's physical condition is not very good, and he will not say anything against his will that the other party will live a long life.

In this matter, he is more able to "empathize" with it.

"Okay, let's talk about business." Qin Dewen looked at Ye Zhiqiu with bright eyes and pointedly said: "Young friend Ye, have you written any new poems recently?"

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned and said hesitantly: "...Yes?"

Mr. Qin was still thinking about the poems even though he was like this. Ye Zhiqiu really couldn't bear to refuse. At this time, even if he didn't have it, he still had to have it, just to satisfy the other party's wish.

"Haha, I knew it!" Qin Dewen was overjoyed and said quickly: "Little friend Ye, come and enjoy it."

"...Mr. Qin, let me read it to you." Under the curious eyes of everyone in the room, Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment, made up his mind, and then spoke.

""The Turtle Lives Longevity""

"Although the turtle has a long life, it still has its time..."

As soon as the title and first line of the poem came out, Qin Yongbo, Song Mei and others had no special reaction, but Qin Dewen was stunned.

That's not right.

The new work he just mentioned refers to the song in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" that corresponds to "The ambitious eats the meat of the Huns when they are hungry, and they drink the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty". Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiqiu misunderstood and actually read another song and didn't listen to it at all.

past works.

But...it just so happened that Qin Dewen remained silent and continued to listen.

Ye Zhiqiu spoke neither hastily nor slowly, and continued: "... A snake rides on the mist, but in the end it becomes ashes. An old man is helpless, and his ambition is thousands of miles;

In his old age, a martyr is full of ambition."

Hearing this, Qin Dewen's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression was already faintly excited.

On the side, Qin Yongbo also understood, and his face was extremely surprised.

The general meaning of the previous sentences is that although the divine turtle has a long life, its life will eventually end one day; although the soaring snake can soar into the clouds and ride in the mist, it will eventually die and turn into ashes.

Even though an old thousand-mile horse is crouched by the manger, its ambition is still galloping a thousand miles; even if an ambitious person reaches his old age, his ambition will never stop.

This poem seems to be specially written for Qin Dewen?

For the open-minded Qin Dewen, Ye Zhiqiu did not shy away from things that ordinary people think are pessimistic, such as "aging" and "death", but gave a new interpretation from a more enterprising and inspiring perspective.

On the side, Qin Xiaoyu blinked when she heard this, and she admired Ye Zhiqiu even more.

Just imagine, praising a sick scholar like your grandfather as "a martyr with a strong ambition in his old age" is really too advanced.

In the room, Ye Zhiqiu's voice continued.

"The period of growth and contraction is not only in heaven; the blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life. Fortunately, it is even better. I sing to celebrate my ambition."

After listening to the complete poem, Qin Yongbo was even more certain that this poem was written by Ye Zhiqiu.

The meaning expressed in the next few sentences is very obvious. It is probably "the length of human life is not only determined by God; if you take good care of your body and mind, you will definitely live longer." This is exactly what Qin Dewen said at the moment.

Thinking of this, a look of wonder flashed deep in Qin Yongbo's eyes.

Although I have already known Ye Zhiqiu's reputation as a genius through his previous works, the shock of actually witnessing the birth of a masterpiece is even more real.

"Okay!" Qin Dewen laughed heartily and cheered repeatedly.

"'The old man is in trouble, his ambition is thousands of miles; the martyr's old age, his ambition is endless.' Ye Xiaoyou, this poem of yours that expresses your ambition is really brilliant and wonderful."

"Haha, I took this as a compliment to the old man and accepted it shamelessly."

Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile: "Mr. Qin, you have to remember that 'the blessing of being healthy can lead to eternal life'. This is what Xiaoyu hopes you can do most."

Qin Dewen laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I appreciate your words."

Qin Xiaoyu looked left and right, feeling a little confused.

Urgent! What should I do if I can’t understand what my idol is saying?

After chatting for a long time and instructing Qin Xiaoyu to write down the entire poem for him to appreciate in the future, Qin Dewen smiled and said: "Young friend Ye, the new work I just mentioned is not the song "The Turtle Lives Longevity"."

Ye Zhiqiu was startled, but Qin Dewen had already reached out and picked up the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" lying next to him, and read: "The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty."

"Ye Xiaoyou, I don't know, can these two sentences make up the entire poem?"

When he said this, Qin Dewen's eyes were bright and he stared at Ye Zhiqiu.

Ganqing was referring to this song. Only then did Ye Zhiqiu realize that he had misunderstood it just now.

No wonder, with Qin Dewen's talent and vision, how could he remain indifferent after seeing these two sentences...

In Qin Dewen's slightly nervous and expectant eyes, Ye Zhiqiu nodded and admitted.

"Yes, this is a song."
Chapter completed!