Chen Ange likes children very much, especially beautiful little girls, if he has a daughter, he will definitely be spoiled as a princess, but it is a pity that he has been single for more than 30 years in his last life, and he has a lot of rumored girlfriends, but none of them are genuine.

"Grandpa, you're just in good health, just run around, be careful I tell grandpa to scold you!"

"Also, fishing is forbidden here, grandpa, how can you be like a child and follow the rules!"

"Hey, who is this handsome guy, is he a friend of Grandpa? Grandpa is so ugly that he has such a handsome friend, Huahua is stunned!"

The little adult Huahua generally preached to Jiang Tao, frowning from time to time, holding the corner of Jiang Tao's clothes with his little hand, and noticed Chen Ange halfway through the words, and let out an exclamation sound.

Jiang Tao blushed when Huahua said it, but when he heard the words praising Chen Ange, he immediately lowered his face.

"Huahua, your grandfather was much more handsome than this young man when he was young!"

Huahua stopped to look at Jiang Tao's face, and said seriously: "Dad said, I was struck by lightning when I lied, grandpa, let's hurry home and go into the house to avoid thunder!"

Chen Ange finally couldn't help laughing.

How can it be so interesting, the little guy is so big, big eyes, small mouth, bright skin makes people want to kiss it, wearing a pink headband on his head, and his long hair has hung down to his waist.

It looks like a little goddess, but these two halves of thin lips are closed together, which makes people angry and loved.

Jiang Shan pinched the roots of the mountain fiercely, for fear that one would be angry to death if he was not happy.

"What's your name, handsome guy!"

"Chen Ange!"

"Handsome brother, what do you have to do with my grandfather!"

"Fishing friends!"

"Spice? What's that?"

Chen Ange opened his mouth and resisted the urge to pinch Huahua's face.

Jiangshan's residence is not far away, a single-family villa with a small courtyard, which looks old from the outside.

The courtyard is full of all kinds of flowers and plants, and there is a wooden pavilion on the left side, next to the pavilion there are many bamboo poles, roses climb up along the bamboo poles, and colorful flowers bloom on the pavilion.

Whether a person can live or not, or whether he loves life or not, is actually very simple to see.

Grow flowers, cook.

If he can be calm and fall in love with one of them, then he must be a person who loves life.

"These flowers are so nice!"

"yes, that's how I feel!"

Jiang Shan had a smug smile on his face.

"Grandpa, you're back!"

Jiang Tao walked out, but his face was a little not good, and his eyes were a little unkind when he looked at Chen Ange.

Chen Ange was stunned for a moment, feeling strange in his heart, he and this family should have met for the first time, how could the other party show an unkind look.

"Put away your expression, this is the child I met fishing!"

Jiang Shan's face was pale.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I thought ......"

Jiang Tao was a little embarrassed, took two steps forward, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I thought you were looking for my grandfather to ask for a tune!"

Yang Feifei, the middleman, was actually not qualified, she and White Lotus talked about the country, but at that time, she only said Jiangbei Qusheng, and Chen Ange did not hear the name of the person.

She also talked about Chen Ange with Jiang Tao because of "The Difficult Sutra", but she only mentioned it vaguely, and the focus of her words was still on the White Lotus, so Jiang Shan didn't remember the name Chen Ange.

Now that the two meet, it is natural that you don't know me, and I don't know you.

But Chen Ange now understands that this Jiangshan should be a composer.

The decoration in the living room is very ordinary, the sofa, the coffee table, a set of exquisite tea sets, and the person sitting on the sofa immediately stood up.

"Jiang Lao!"

"Xiao Liu, you are really urging this!"

Jiang Shan washed his hands and sat at the coffee table, while Huahua was very affectionate and clinging to Chen Ange, muttering in her ear.

"No way, it's been a week!"

Liu Chun rubbed his hands, although he was fifty years old, compared to Jiangshan, he was indeed just a child.

"My grandfather should have been blessed with the sun every day at his age!"

Jiang Tao said angrily.

Liu Chun could only smile awkwardly.

After all, the drama "Zheng Chenggong" is more important, and he needs a heavyweight song.

"When I was fishing today, I chatted with this kid for a few words, and one of his words woke me up!"

Jiangshan's words changed and fell on Chen Ange.

Liu Chun was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chen Ange curiously, not understanding too much.

"I compose music, generally first have words, and then compose music according to the words, although there are also a few lyrics and songs, but the lyrics are my weakness, and I have been delayed recently, in fact, it is also because of this, in fact, there are already a lot of fragments of tunes in my head, but there is a lack of words to combine them!"

"If Zheng Chenggong is given 500 years, can he expel foreign enemies and restore the Ming Dynasty...... I think this idea is quite good! It is also very much in line with the TV series "Zheng Chenggong"!"

Liu Chun pondered this sentence, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Give Zheng Chenggong another 500 years?

"What about the word?"

"It's just a sign, if you want to take it out now, it's definitely impossible!"

Liu Chun was helpless: "But it can't be delayed any longer!"

"If it really doesn't work, I'll compose the music, and then you can find someone to write the lyrics!"

Jiang Shan was helpless, he had a lot of inspiration for the songs in his head, and he could even come up with two or three songs in one go, but he always felt almost soulful.

Chen Ange finally understood.

"Zheng Chenggong" has been filmed, a TV series!

Sure enough, no matter what world they are in, national heroes will never be forgotten.

No wonder Jiang Shan asked him what he thought of Zheng Chenggong before.

Liu Chun had already retreated to the next best thing, ready to take only the tune, and Jiang Shan also picked up the pen and wrote the notes quickly.

"That...... Actually, I have a poem about Zheng Chenggong!"

Chen Ange felt that this kind of good words could not be buried, and good things should be spread.

Several people looked at it together.

"The name is "Borrow from the Sky for Another 500 Years"!"

"Borrow another 500 years from heaven?"

Jiang Shan muttered a few words, and glanced at Liu Chun, all of whom showed a look of surprise.

I just said that the idea of giving another 500 years was good, but this borrowing from the sky for another 500 years will make the taste even stronger.

Give another five hundred years!

Borrow another 500 years from heaven!

One to borrow the other, the difference of one word immediately changes.

Especially borrowing from the sky, a pair of national surnames suddenly popped up in people's minds, holding a sharp sword, pointing directly at the sky, and roaring out this sentence: Borrow for another five hundred years!

After all, Zheng Chenggong died young due to illness, of course, some people say that he was poisoned, but no matter what, in his life, the most lacking thing is time, he wants to borrow five hundred years from heaven to destroy foreign enemies and return a peaceful life.

"Good name, this name opened my mind all at once, I even think I can write a poem now, but children, you say your words!"

Jiang Shan has been thinking about lyrics and songs these days, but now that Chen Ange mentions it, his inspiration bursts instantly, but he still resists his excitement and prepares to listen to Chen An's lyrics.

Chen Ange nodded, and then slowly began to speak.

Ups and downs along the rivers and mountains......

In an instant, Liu Chun and Jiang Shan's eyes widened.

What an atmospheric opening!