Chapter 274 A new literary approach (2)

Xunxing thought about it for a while.

This isn't quite right.

Logically speaking, with his "scheming" speech, shouldn't Song Lanyi be more optimistic about herself?

Xunxing shook his head, human beings are really complicated.

This huge house almost immediately came to life after Song Lanyi appeared.

It is like a rumbling machine, and every part begins to rotate with precise logic.

Within a moment, the whole house was filled with a kind of human atmosphere.

Song Lanyi sat on the soft cushion in the study room, thinking for a moment, and taking advantage of her free time, she gently pressed her eyebrows and took out the big gilded book.

Just a moment later, Cao Gong's figure jumped out of the big book.

When he appeared, he still had a little temper.

"You don't usually come to me, but now you need me, so you thought of calling me."

Song Lanyi felt a little guilty, and took out a bottle of wine with a flattering look on her face, "Mr. Cao, what do you think of this bottle of wine?"

Mr. Cao's nose was slightly raised, as if he had some intention, but he still just snorted coldly.

He is not that easy to coax!

Song Lanyi lifted the jug with a smile and slowly poured a jug of wine into the cup.

While she was pouring the wine, she was discussing it like she was coaxing a child, "Mr. Cao, just take a sip. If it doesn't taste good, just spit it out. That's not impossible!"

When Cao Gong heard this, he became anxious and said, "How can that happen? You little girl, don't just try to make me happy. This wine is made from grain, and it is the most precious thing."

After saying this, he sighed again, "Where does that food come from? It comes from the people who work day after day, in the wind and the sun. That sentence, 'The day of hoeing is noon, and the sweat is dripping from the grass.

Earthy people. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work. This is not just talk...'"

Song Lanyi nodded, "Mr. Cao is right, so this wine... you can only drink it."

Only then did Duke Cao realize that Song Lanyi had caught him right.

He shook his head and smiled, not having any complaints or grudges in his heart. After taking a sip of wine, he felt that his whole body had a sense of comfort and ecstasy.

After a sip of wine, his mood immediately improved.

"Tell me, what kind of work do you want me to do?"

Song Lanyi smiled, spread out a piece of paper, and stood aside to grind it for Mr. Cao, "Mr. Cao, I haven't finished reading the last Dream of Red Mansions."

"What's so difficult about this?"

Cao Gong raised his pen and swung it. I don't know if it was because he was drunk, but he was swiping the ink at a very fast speed. Within a moment, a few lines of words were written down.

Song Lanyi also took advantage of this moment to open the drift bottle.

As expected, there are several questions from pen pals.

She was very anxious at first, throwing dozens of drift bottles one day, but later the number of drift bottles became less.

Song Lanyi guessed that she might have realized that she was participating in the competition of all races.

She took her time and transferred it word by word into the bottle according to what Cao Gong wrote, and added Cao Gong's signature at the end.

The bottle was thrown out again.

But no response was received immediately.

Song Lanyi was not in a hurry and just stood aside, slowly recalling this classic that would be passed down to future generations.

Above the ninth heaven.

Baihua's face looked slightly tired.

When she saw Mo Sheng coming, she rubbed her brows and said, "Have you solved the problem?"

Saint Mo nodded slightly, and then looked at Saint Baihua with some worry: "Your condition... are you sure you can get better?"

Baihua waved her hand, "It's just a slight injury. It's inevitable. Don't worry about it."

As she said that, she suddenly felt a little hot.

At this time... who else could come to her?

Baihua was confused at first, and then, as if she had thought of something, a hint of joy appeared on her face.

Could it be...that the kid is here?

Surprised, she ignored Mo Sheng's presence and opened the screen directly.

Mo Sheng looked at it in amazement.

What kind of magical figure is this? He actually made Baihua, who had always been careless, become so... anxious.

Mo Sheng could only think of the two words "monkey urgent".

The Saint of Baihua looked at the words on the screen in fascination, frowning in thought for a while, and laughing while stroking his hands.

This made Mo Sheng curious.

What is it that can actually make a saint feel happy and angry?

Unexpectedly, at this glance... Mo Sheng himself was also trapped.

He didn't know the plot of the first half, let alone the general idea of ​​the book, but it happened to be like this, and he read it with gusto.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became.

He sees deeper than flowers.

Because through this book, he thought of a person - Pu Song.

He could no longer understand Pu Song's path.

But the only thing that is certain is that he is preparing to create a new kind of literature.

This kind of literature... seems to be called - novel.

From the current point of view, this so-called literary style is exactly similar to the literary style regarded by Baihua Sage.

Thinking of this, Mo Sheng couldn't help but get excited.

"Where did you read this article?"

Baihua Saint is still pondering over today's update.

I just feel that the dog author has become a human for once today.

It’s rare to write a big fat chapter.

But when she heard Mo Sheng's words, she was stunned: "What? Could it be that this article... has another mystery?"
Chapter completed!