In the capital, in an ancient courtyard, the sky gradually turns yellow, and the sun sets, and the light scattered in the courtyard is reflected on the lake surface in this small courtyard.

At this time, a middle-aged man with sideburns mixed with a little white, wearing a black robe worn by ancient Confucian scholars, looking about thirty or forty years old, with a face as warm as jade but not losing his majesty, was sitting on a chair in the pavilion and drinking tea.

The tea leaves in the teacup are very particular, the royal brand West Lake Longjing Ming Qian Special Grade Royal Eighteen, the market circulation price is 12,000, but this middle-aged man with a warm face like jade tastes it as an ordinary tea, and there is no expression fluctuation on his face.

For being able to live in this yard...... No, it should be said that the people who can live in this special and small area are a very special symbol in themselves.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, people who regard money as dung can live in this area, of course, there are one or two money fans who are exceptions.

The middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe can taste it as if he were drinking boiled water, because although the price of this thing is relatively expensive, it can still be very easy to get in the market.

Of course, there are even rarer things in his house, eighteen trees in the old Longjing Imperial Tea Garden.

A few years ago, the price of a good Longjing in the Ming Dynasty was about 50,000 yuan a catty, which is to say that the Longjing outside the eighteen trees.

And these eighteen trees, one tree picks 400 buds, a total of 7,200 buds, a year can produce about two taels, there is no way to talk with the price, it can be said that money can't buy a rare thing.

This rare thing is a special agricultural product for special people, and only a small number of people in the entire Nuoda Celestial Empire can drink it, and it just so happens that the middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion in front of him is one of them.

In fact, this rare thing sounds very precious, and of course it is very precious, but when it comes to the hand, it does not have as bright and bright packaging as outsiders think, just from that place with a film plastic bag to you, or take rice paper to wrap it for you, the packaging is very unpretentious.

Even the middle-aged man in the black Confucian robe in front of him will not have too much weight in his hands, and there are better tea leaves on it, such as the mother tree on Wuyi San, but this is only something that can be tasted by those old men and his family, even if he has to stare dryly.

"The head of the house. ”

At some point, a strong man in a black suit suddenly came out of the corner of the courtyard, kneeling on one knee facing the middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo, and bowed his head deeply.

And the middle-aged man didn't seem to hear this, still drinking tea, and after a while put the teacup down, the bottom of the teacup hit the table with an undetectable sound, and the ears of the strong man in the suit trembled slightly, but he heard this sound that was impossible to detect in ordinary people's ears!

When the sound disappeared completely, and the middle-aged man in the pavilion had no intention of turning around, the man in the suit still did not mean to raise his head, but he said respectfully and in a deep voice: "The young master has started to make moves over there recently, and has now created a literary work that swept the neon, and I took a physical book from there." ”

"Go on, I'm listening. ”

The middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo finally replied, but he didn't have any intention of turning around.

Seeing this scene, Li Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a hardcover book from his arms and put it next to him.

Originally, this book was still not on sale in Neon, but as Li Dashan, it was still very easy to get a copy in advance, and this was also a Chinese version that was hurriedly printed over there.

He continued to sort out the information he had collected over the past few days, quickly organized the language, and said, "At the same time, the young master has also published his own comics in the weekly magazine Jump these days, and it seems that the progress is a little ...... It didn't go well, and at present, only the Poison Island family was the same as before, and several other families with a slightly weaker foundation chose to leave separately, and the young master had no intention of pursuing it. ”

"Well, say hi to Neon, you go down first. ”

The middle-aged man said lightly, Li Dashan hurriedly responded, slowly stood up and retreated.

Just as Li Dashan was about to leave, the middle-aged man shouted out again to stop Li Dashan, and his tone actually carried a hint of uncertainty, "Don't do things too thoroughly, just just say hello and warn those restless people, and this matter, try your best... Don't let him know......"

"Yes, my lord. ”

Li Dashan bowed deeply again, turned around and quietly left the courtyard.

Suddenly the whole courtyard seemed empty again, Wang Rendao then stood up from the chair on the pavilion, it was a face as warm as jade but showing vicissitudes, the whole person's temperament is like a respected Confucian in ancient times, the gentleman mentioned in the book is this type.

Even though Wang Rendao has entered middle age, except for his slightly pale temples and slightly vicissitudes of life, he has no signs of aging, and he can be said to be a handsome and dashing middle-aged male god.

This head of the Celestial Dynasty royal family, who has an extraordinary status and a high and powerful position on weekdays, actually feels a little empty for the first time when he walks in this courtyard where there are no outsiders at this time!

After walking a few steps, he bent down and picked up the hardcover book that was placed aside, and Wang Rendao sat on the steps of the pavilion without paying much attention to it, not feeling that there was anything dirty about it.

There is no trace of the frame that the contemporary head of the Celestial Dynasty royal family should have, nor is it like the Celestial Dynasty Wang Rendao in the eyes of others on weekdays, but it seems a little simple.

At this time, he took advantage of the yellowish light sprinkled from the sky, and began to look at the hardcover book in his hand, on which were written five Chinese characters of "Five Centimeters per Second", Wang Rendao stretched out his hand and slowly flipped through it.

It wasn't until late at night that he closed the book in his hand and looked silently at the twinkling stars in the east, a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

The child followed her mother, but she couldn't catch up with her even at a speed of five kilometers per second......

It wasn't until a handsome middle-aged woman came out of the brightened room in the courtyard to call him that Wang Rendao slowly stood up, flicked the dust off his body, clenched the book with both hands on his back, and walked towards the brightly lit room step by step.

However, Li Dashan, who left this courtyard just now, had already taken the fastest flight and quietly went to Neon, and he had to come forward to talk to him in person about some things, and he didn't think about whether the other party would agree, because behind him was the Celestial Dynasty Wang family, and the man behind him was the Celestial Dynasty Wang Rendao.