But today, Zhang Can didn't even allow her to go into the study, what the hell was she doing?!

Yu Yue'er's mind was full of strange thoughts.

Is it because he attaches great importance to writing, so he doesn't want to be distracted? Or is it because he has an affair and doesn't want her to pester him? Is it the kind of thing in the like, there is an alien in the study?

No, no, this is. Yu Yue'er shook her head, wanting to put this idea behind her, but the more she thought about it, the more she thought about it, the deeper she became.

Will this alien be good-looking and sexy......

So when Zhang Can planned to have lunch first and then start writing, and went out to find something to eat, he saw his girlfriend sitting on the sofa, crying pear blossoms with rain.

Can Zhang,??

……

quickly explained that he was only worried that Lin Feng would come to disturb his creation because he attached great importance to this one. It's not that the golden house hides Jiaojiao, there are any beautiful aliens hidden, aliens who are not beautiful, and beautiful people are not hidden.

Yu Yue'er finally wiped her tears and happily called for takeout. Zhang Can entered the study with a sigh of relief.

In Zhang Can's memory, it is in the same vein as "Sou Shen Ji" than "Liao Zhai", but in "Sou Shen Ji", there are mostly stories of gods and people, such as Liu Yi and the Dragon Maiden, Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, it is not a ghost, this ghost has become a pronoun in this world, if it is a god and a monster, it is almost the same.

And what is more appropriate for the name of the ghost is nothing more than chatting fast.

But chatting can be a variety of stories that the author collects from all over the place, and then re-creates.

For example, "The Legend of the West Chamber" is an adaptation of "The Legend of the Yingying", but "The Legend of the Yingying" is not as popular as "The Legend of the West Chamber", right? Another example, "Romeo and Juliet" is also a drama based on a legendary story. There are writers who record this story, and then there are writers who create it twice, and then there are writers who create it twice, and finally, it is on fire.

So Zhang Can, at the beginning, didn't want to write this down.

You know, the original text of Liao Zhai is like this,

"The road is very rusty. To a city, such as the king. When you move into the mansion, the palace is magnificent. There are more than ten officials sitting on it, and they don't know who they are, but Guan Zhuang Miao can be recognized. Under the eaves set up several, piers each two, first have a show before sitting at the end, the public and the shoulder. There are pens on each of them. The Russian inscription paper flew down. Regarded as it, the eight-character cloud: "One person and two people, with or without a heart." "The two official documents are completed and presented to the palace. ”

Now, if you write it like this, some people will know what it means, and some people will probably know what it means by reading the context and gaze, and some people will not understand it at all.

What's more, there are so many stories in "Liao Zhai", and Zhang Can is afraid that there will be similar records in history, what should I do?

How can many ancient books be displayed on the Internet?

Just thinking about it, Zhang Can pushed the door and came out.

In the living room, Yu Yue'er was holding a bowl of rice to eat, and when she heard him go out, she suddenly raised her head.

There were still two grains of rice on his mouth.

Zhang Can didn't care about laughing at her, and asked, "My dear, if I think of a story, and then I'm afraid that there will be a similar story in history, how should I check?"

Yu Yue'er spit out two words indifferently, "Baidu." ”

Zhang Can smiled bitterly, "If I think of five hundred stories, and then I am afraid that there will be similar stories in history, how should I check them? ”

Yu Yue'er seemed to be accustomed to Zhang Can's shocking actions, and she was not shocked by the five hundred stories, and still spit out two words indifferently, "Tian Mi"

That's right!

Zhang Can suddenly realized that now Tian Mi is his reserve agent, which is completely equivalent to a monthly subscription, and this high monthly subscription fee is not spent in vain.

So, Zhang Can took two loaves of bread and went into the study again.

He planned to quickly write out the outline of nearly five hundred stories and let Tian Mi check it.

……

At the same time, the airfield of the city of Huzhou.

Mr. Zheng Fuqi, the top ghost family in China, believes that when he returns to China, he may have stepped on the flowers sent by countless fans that can be spread into a carpet. Or maybe the airport will be full of fans who will flock to welcome him back.

In short, it's not like this, the empty airport still makes him eat a mouthful of ashes.

"Father-in-law, I thought that my father-in-law had just come back, and he was tired from the journey, so he must have wanted to go back early to rest, so no one informed me. A tall young man said to Zheng Fuqi attentively.

Zheng Fuqi threw a vague roll of his eyes.

That's why he doesn't like this son-in-law very, very, very much, presumably mentally retarded.

"Hey, old man!" a very unkind voice came from behind him.

Scold.

Troublemakers are coming.

Zheng Fuqi stood there with a cane and did not look back.

He's going to wait.

Waiting for the person who was looking for trouble to say a few more words, and then turn around, let them all know that he, Zheng Fuqi, is back!

He imagined the shocked faces of the ants, how happy it must have been!

It was impossible for them to think that standing in front of them was the top Zhiwei family in China, Zheng Fuqi!

A group of chirping voices came from behind him.

"There's something wrong with this old man!"

"It's just that I laughed twice from time to time on the plane, as if I had a brain problem. ”

"This old man is so annoying, just such a road, and he blocked it. ”

"Don't be like that, be kind to the elderly, maybe he suddenly broke his leg. ”

"Are you called friendly?"

"I really hate to rely on the old and sell the old!"

"It's not that the old people are scoundrels, it's just that the scoundrels are old. ”

The twittering is very annoying.

Zheng Fuqi was angry, struck the ground with his cane, and then turned around sharply.

Tremble, mortals!

Who knows......

"Oh my God, that old man is staring at us!"

"Hey, uncle, get out of the way!"

"He's not trying to take revenge on us by remembering what we look like, is he?"

"It's a lot like the hijacker on TV. ”

"Big brother, are you stupid, such an old man hijacked the plane, you think of it, I just want to block the road and disgust people when I look at the old man. ”

What made Zheng Fuqi dumbfounded was that no one seemed to recognize who he was.

He couldn't help but take off his sunglasses, and his old face turned around to make sure the group could see his front and side.

"Father-in-law, let's hurry up. "The son-in-law felt a little embarrassed to be watched by so many people, and wanted to pull his father-in-law away quickly.