What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Along the way, Lao Guan introduced everyone's identities.

Xiao Han already knew it.

By now he knew that these people wanted something from him, so he felt relieved.

I remember that a few days ago, Lao Guan and the others submitted some of their poems. They couldn't have come here just for that.

Thinking about it, Xiao Han quietly glanced at the people behind him.

All his movements fell into the eyes of Lao Guan, who was traveling with him. As if he could see Xiao Han's worry, he reached out and pulled Xiao Han's arm.

"Don't worry, it's a good thing they came today! It's a great thing~ Your kid is going to become famous again."

Lao Guan whispered mysteriously, with a trace of envy flashing in his eyes.

He was the same age as Xiao Han and had just left school at that time.

At that time, I was like a blank piece of paper, and I could say that I was nothing.

But Xiao Han in front of him has already become famous all over the world.

This boy, at such a young age, has achieved something that others cannot achieve in a lifetime of hard work.

You said, how can you not make people envious.

For a moment, Lao Zanlan felt sour.

He patted Xiao Han's shoulder hard and walked forward.

It's sour, really sour.

Xiao Han listened happily, and he could naturally feel the sourness in Lao Guan's tone.

It seems that something good is really waiting for me.

Thinking about it, Xiao Han's mood was different again.

Even the eyes he looked at the people behind him softened, with a hint of kindness.

After everyone took their seats in the reception room, Lao Guan solemnly introduced them again.

Xiao Han was immediately in awe when he heard that Lao Fan sitting opposite was the president of the Poetry Association.

Stand up and hold the old man's hands firmly.

This is a respectable old man, and several of his works are included in current textbooks.

He made an indelible contribution to the revival and development of today's poetry.

"Mr. Fan, I didn't expect you to be in front of me, and you really embarrassed me. How can I help you to come here in person? If you need anything, just give me your instructions~"

Looking at this idol of countless students, Xiao Han spoke sincerely.

"Don't belittle yourself. The few poems you have written recently are at the top level today. I am not as good as you~"

As he said that, Mr. Fan shook his head gently.

I sigh in my heart, this is the Yangtze River where the waves behind push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach.

Old, really old.

It’s time to step aside and give young people more opportunities.

Fan Lao raised his head and looked at Xiao Han, the approval and affection in his eyes could not be concealed.

There are successors, there are successors!

"This time we came together to ask for something. I hope you can agree."

As he said that, Mr. Fan looked at Xiao Han eagerly.

He is the hope of the poetry world in the next few decades.

On the opposite side, Xiao Han was frightened.

Mr. Fan said it too seriously. Why do so many people need to come together?

For a moment, Xiao Han felt a little worried.

He raised his head and glanced at the people across from him, focusing on Mr. Fan.

"Don't say that, I'm a little scared. Please tell me what it is first, and then make a decision."

After saying that, Xiao Han stopped talking and just looked at Mr. Fan.

"I'm so old that I can't even understand my words. Xiao Han, don't mind, just listen to me."

Mr. Fan patted his forehead and said with a smile.

"The main purpose of our visit this time is to invite you to join the Poetry Association. I believe you have received invitations before. But this time is different. We want to invite you to be the vice president of the association. Of course, if you are willing, the president's This seat can be given to you too.”

Just after saying a few words, when Xiao Han wanted to speak, Mr. Fan raised his hand to stop him.

State the purpose of coming today directly.

They just want to attract Xiao Han to join.

In recent years, as the older generation of poets have gradually receded into the background.

There is a stagnant situation in the world of poetry.

There has never been a figure in the younger generation who can carry the weight.

They see it in their eyes and are anxious in their hearts.

Until recently, Xiao Han came out of nowhere, and classic poems were thrown out one after another as if they were free.

Especially "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" and "About to Enter the Wine" are like dropping two nuclear bombs, blowing up the entire poetry circle.

This is a famous article that can be passed down through the ages.

Xiao Han suddenly broke into their sight, bringing new hope.

The Chosen Son, this is the person they have been waiting for.

Across the way, Xiao Han froze on the spot after hearing Mr. Fan's request.

This was really beyond his expectation. He didn't expect that the Poetry Association would value him so much.

Even the position of vice president was thrown out.

Xiao Han felt their sincerity.

"No, this position is too high and I can't afford it. Let's start as an ordinary member."

Xiao Han waved his hand and refused.

At his age, being the vice-president wouldn't mean being roasted on the fire?

The directors below and the senior members must not hate themselves to death.

Xiao Han was determined not to be the vice president, and Xiao Han had already made up his mind.

Seeing that Xiao Han was about to refuse, Mr. Fan directly stretched out his hand to interrupt him.

"I know your concerns. Those are not problems. We are here today with the hope of all members. They all hope that you can take up this position. If you don't believe it, just look at them~"

As he spoke, Mr. Fan pointed to the people behind him.

I saw them nodding repeatedly and looking at Xiao Han sincerely.

I just hope he can agree.

Looking at everyone's performance, Xiao Han murmured in his heart.

Why is this different from what he thought? Shouldn't it be a collective objection?

Why are they so eager when they get to me?

I can’t understand, I really can’t understand~

Next to him, Laoguan and others sat quietly, escorting Xiao Han.

Seeing that Mr. Fan was showing sincerity, they nodded secretly.

This position of vice president is not an insult to Xiao Han. When Mr. Fan retires in the future, I believe that position will belong to Xiao Han.

And this day is probably not far away.

This time all the top leaders of the Poetry Association came out, and it seems that a consensus has been reached internally.

Xiao Han has been determined as the future president candidate.

Really courageous.

Seeing that Xiao Han was still a little hesitant, Lao Guan turned sideways and looked at him.

"Don't worry, these people from the Poetry Association are still trustworthy. They want to develop the association wholeheartedly, without all the twists and turns you think. They are sincerely inviting~"

After speaking, Lao Guan patted Xiao Han on the shoulder.

Leave him with a look of his own decision.

In fact, Xiao Han was already inclined to agree, and now after hearing what Lao Guan said, he was completely convinced.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Xiao Han slowly raised his head.

"Since everyone has unanimously asked me to be the vice-president, if I decline again and again, it will appear that I am being pretentious. Thank you for your approval, I agree."

After saying that, Xiao Han felt relieved, with a smile on his face.

agreed?

The senior officials of the Poetry Association were stunned for a moment, and then burst into cheers.

It’s done, it’s done.

Looking at the excited crowd, Xiao Han silently decided in his heart that he would come up with more poems and works in the future to let these treasures blossom and bear fruit in this world.

Good luck today, everyone is happy.