Master Meng got up early in the morning in the Academy of Sciences, thinking that his daughter would come to bring breakfast, and washed up without hurrying. Master Meng was sitting there, and a few birds and finches fell down familiarly, which were fed by the boring academicians and assistant students in the Academy of Sciences.

A few birds and birds have not seen Meng scattering millet and corn grits or the like for a long time, and they screamed a few times at Meng Ye Qingqing, and Meng looked down, and the birds and birds looked up, which meant that they would not leave if they did not eat. Master Meng said "um", he always felt that these little things were quite similar to his daughter, obviously there was no shortage of food, but he was still hungry when there was something delicious.

"Yo, if you still feed your gas, you won't give it, depending on what you do. Master Meng took out the face of arguing with his daughter, and angrily scolded a few fledgling birds.

Academician He: "It's so funny early in the morning, it's strange to be able to raise a drummer with such a girl with interesting stories in her heart, I said Lao Meng, you can really hide it from us for so long." ”

Master Meng, who had a deep understanding of Meng Yue's fear of dropping his vest, had already put the expression on his face the moment he heard Academician He's words: "What, Academician He, what are you talking about?"

Ren is Master Meng went south and north to practice good acting skills, and he couldn't escape Academician He's discerning eyes: "I'm still pretending to be here, it's spread outside, what else can I pretend." ”

Master Meng: ......

If this is the case, the girl doesn't know how sad she is, so she has to go home and be relieved. It's better to go back to Luyi as soon as possible, there are too many people in Nanjing who love to play drums. Master Meng thought that a "small country place" like Luyi Qianjun would definitely not spread so quickly, and there would not be so many fanatical fans, after all, the dialect drama of Wu language was not so popular in the north.

"These little things, Xiao Zhou, hurry up and get some corn grits to feed, and feed sperm, fly down every day, don't feed or leave. After Academician He finished speaking, he sat down next to Master Meng, took the small bowl of corn grits brought by his disciple, and continued to talk to Master Meng while sprinkling, "When will you call your niece to come, the five hundred years later in "The Secret History of Taizu" is true." Don't you see that there are electric lights, and don't you have fans, and in the future, the things that will be in 500 years from now may come out one by one. I heard that my niece can understand the "Complete Records of Taizu's Manuscripts", and she has studied it thoroughly, although she has never studied engineering and machinery, but Taizu didn't say that for the future, as long as you dare to think boldly, fly to the sky and travel to the sea of stars, it is just around the corner. ”

Master Meng mingles with academicians every day on weekdays, how can he not know that this person is using the name of science and technology to get close to the drummer. But, just as he wanted to say don't think about it, Meng Yue came over with a food box, and there was no time for Master Meng to react: "Every year." ”

"Dad, hurry up and have breakfast, Uncle He is also here, come and eat, I brought a lot of them." Although Meng Yue was prepared, he didn't think that the news could spread so quickly, after all, this was a gathering place for scientific madmen who didn't listen to what was going on outside the window and were bent on scientific research.

When Academician He saw Meng Yue, his expression was different in an instant, Master Meng was right, what kind of technology dare to think about it is just around the corner, it is all used to approach the drummer. When I really saw the drummers, even the common juniors, I felt that today was very different: "Come on, come on, ask my uncle to see what is delicious." ”

"Today, I made plum dried vegetable meat buns, kidney bean meat buns, siu mai and bean paste buns, which can be eaten with millet pumpkin porridge and soy milk. The small pickles at home are also made of freshly cut vegetables, some spicy and some not, all of which can be crisp and tender. "Meng Yue likes to introduce delicious food to people, even if she can't introduce it like "A Bite of China", sharing food also has a sense of satisfaction from the bones.

Academician He is even more satisfied, the drummer sent it early, even if Academician He is a fan, he is also an IQ that has not broken the strings. After sitting down with Master Meng, serving porridge and nibbling on buns, after taking two bites, Academician He raised his head sharply, talked and laughed with Meng Yue as usual: "Niece, where is the new book?"

"One more or five should have been able to wrap up ......"

Mengyo: ......

Science madmen are all black, regardless of whether they are natural or not!

Academician He was relieved now, sat down and ate so happily, begging for spoilers while eating.

Meng Yue: "It's not that I can't tell Uncle He, it's that once I tell you, you won't seem so interesting in the future, you must believe me." ”

I can't say that I am going to be in the play, I can always talk about what has already been performed, Academician He happily turned to "Boudoir Order" and left: "Then how did you think of letting Taituo become a married woman and two daughters?"

I knew that it would be like this, how to explain the reason, I can't explain it. All the arrangements may have a special meaning in the eyes of the reader, but in fact, in the eyes of the author, there is no deep meaning at all, and it is just a matter of convenience. Looked at by Academician He Yinyin, Meng Yue sighed silently in his heart, and gave an answer that was not an answer: "Who knew a drummer at that time, if he didn't write a character that was easy to attract attention, maybe there would be no drummer." If one drama is not popular, there may not be a second one, after all, just by interest, drummers can't get to the present. ”

It seems that there are many people who watch it, and it has only persisted until now that it is liked, affirmed by idols, and the hearts of fans are sweet.

Meng Yue: If you didn't have any money to earn, you wouldn't be able to write now.

However, Academician He is not particularly enthusiastic, and there is not much difference from the usual fans, Meng Yue is still very relieved. It would be good if the fans in Nanjing were the same as Academician He, Meng Yue saw that Academician He was eating seriously, and he didn't say much, and felt that the rational fans were really cute.

After breakfast, some students came to clean up the table and serve bamboo leaf green tea to a few people who had just had breakfast in the shade of the tree. Tea should not be drunk after a meal, so it is not tea leaves, but a small cup of water boiled from the tender core of bamboo, which is full of the delicate aroma of bamboo.

In the faint fragrance of bamboo, Academician He began to ask his fans a hundred questions about their idols.

Meng Yue: My face hurts!

This is just Academician He, and when the students spread the news that the drummers came to the Academy of Sciences, there were more than one or two onlookers watching the idols. They may not have the concept of idols at all, but they have a more eager and polite heart than fan idols. They wanted to get closer, but they were afraid of disturbing Meng Yue too much, after all, it was a little girl, and they were a little worried about frightening her.

Mengyo: I feel that my face is no longer my own.

Master Meng: "Otherwise, you should say a few words to them, the sun is shining." ”

This is a group of scientific madmen who bury themselves in scientific research every day, no matter the night or day, whether it is cold or hot, and they don't care much about their bodies.

Mengyo: ......

Why did you write "Boudoir Order" back then, why did you want to be a drummer, and why didn't you find a senior brother to solve the trouble at that time?

Not...... At that time, the senior brother didn't seem to have expressed his heart.

It's all because he didn't come to hug someone's thighs earlier, otherwise if she has a boyfriend with golden thighs, she will be very helpless and throw things to her senior brother.

#王醴: It's like if you have something to do now, it's like you're going to throw it all to me#

#孟约: I am Meng Buyuo, who has been brainwashed by "To the Oak Tree"#

ps: I have always loved Shu Ting's poem, Shu Ting is one of the favorite poets in modern times. Beidao's "Everything" and Shu Ting's "This is Everything" are completely different expressions of thought, but when viewed together, they are particularly interesting, and I also like both poems. The former is a mournful howl, but it is not finished, as if waiting for the latter, and the two songs together seem to me to be completely dyslexic.

There is a literary young man who still loves poetry so far, and Amway will give these beautiful and interesting poems to my little naughty love, Mo Mo Da~