"What are you doing?" In the room, Su Youwei tried to play the cello, but it was still a little unfamiliar.

This morning, Song Ren used these instruments to stage a unique concert for her.

And at this moment, he was lying on the table, holding a pen and paper and writing something.

Su Youwei carefully put down the instrument, walked over curiously, picked up a few pieces of paper that had been written and looked at it.

It seems to be a story, and the names of the people that appear on it are so familiar.

Soon her face was incredible: "This is, Grandpa Nanhuang's "Breaking Through the Wilderness"? Are you even continuing to write? ”

How could Su Youwei not be shocked, in her impression, Song Ren, who came from a remote town, may be able to make such beautiful music because of the teacher's relationship with Linghua Pavilion.

It is not easy for a person to do something so extremely, and now the dynasty is even more famous for his music as a famous song of the army, which can be said to have enjoyed the honor of a musician to the peak.

And when I first saw him, he was still studying in the academy, how could he still have the energy to learn to do this way?

Of course, she is paying attention to Nanhuangtong's grandfather's books, whether it is the peak of his writing or saving his own life.

However, since the late stage, I have not started writing for 20 days.

Even she gave up herself, and Grandpa Nanhuang even began to hide from her.

She knew that because of her illness and the medicine, everyone's pressure was now on him.

She is guilty of affecting so many people.

Therefore, she is already preparing for her posthumous affairs, but now, Song Ren is actually writing a sequel, which seems to be very good?

[Pharmacopoeia Begins], [Eight-Colored Fire Lotus], [Ancient Realm], looking at the several catalogs written by Song Ren himself, as well as the content of the chapters that have been written now, the style is infinitely close to the chapters disconnected by Grandpa Nanhuang.

Those who don't know really think it was written by one person.

Song Ren also has no way, he wants to continue the chapters that Nanhuangtong is now disconnected, and he also needs to ensure quality and quantity, some relationships and things must be deserved, it is not possible without 200,000 words, although he has already redeemed the complete book of "Breaking the Sky" from the system.

However, this takes time and energy, and Su Youwei only has more than a month left, which is still the most optimistic.

The Tiandao network is written with divine thoughts as the pen and the mind as ink, and an author can only open his own background, and the Tiandao network will identify the breath that each author registered at the beginning.

Therefore, Song Ren can't update Nanhuangtong, all he can do is to write the story out with a pen in this month's time, and then Nanhuangtong 'copy' it.

The gunman, he is now a real gunman, and there is no time to delay.

Write 200,000 words in a short period of time while revising.

Hearing Su Youwei's words and looking at her sickly face, Song Ren stopped his pen and quipped: "I just wrote it blindly, after all, the most popular thing in the world today is that every time I see these authors, I can conjure up gods, I don't know how envious I am." ”

Su Youwei stopped talking.

"So I'll try it first, anyway, there is something missing, in fact, the predecessors of the Southern Emperor just entered a misunderstanding, as a person outside the circle, I can see it more clearly, but I don't know if the predecessors of the Southern Emperor can see these messy things written by me, a novice."

Su Youwei looked at the content on the paper, and then looked at Song Ren's very serious face.

He believed that Song Ren was a beginner, but how well a beginner could write it was too much of a blow to other decades of writers who had worked so hard and done nothing.

It's like this sentence on the paper in your hand: "Terrifying! ”

After the shock, Su Youwei was actually moved, and her heart was warm.

Everyone knows how difficult it is to write, especially to be recognized by Tiandao.com, and how hard it is.

Song Ren has been doing his best to make music, and now he has suddenly changed his career to write, and he is still continuing to write about Nanhuang's grandfather, all for her.

However, the risk is too great, and it is an insult and a slap in the face to ask a saint writer to update the text written by someone who has never written before.

Grandpa Nanhuangtong's greatest wish in this life is to be able to write a book that comes out of the humanoid gods, and now, he has seen hope.

If because of Song Ren's participation, the gods can't get out of the book, what will be the consequences.

Even his father would blame him, feeling that he couldn't save himself because of him.

Seeing that Su Youwei's eyes were a little red and he didn't speak, Song Ren hurriedly got up: "What, can't you?" I think the content is okay. ”

Su Youwei hurriedly grabbed the written text on the table: "Don't you write, isn't it good to make your music well, don't mix things indiscriminately, everyone has their own destiny, God is destined, if you want to write it in the future, register and write it yourself, a book by a saint and humanities writer, but it is not your turn to judge." ”

Su Youwei just grabbed a few pages, but a few of them flew lightly towards the window, Su Youwei was slightly startled, and hurriedly wanted to grab it, but another hand outside the window appeared and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Dad, that's Song Ren's scribbling and playing," Su Youwei said anxiously.

Song Ren was speechless for a while when he saw Su Yangxuan's appearance.

Why do you always like to squat on the wall, such an adult, do you want to make a face?

However, he probably also understands Su Youwei's worries.

It's all for your own good.

Su Yangxuan looked at the contents of the paper, nodded constantly, and then stretched out his hand.

Su Youwei hurriedly turned his hand behind his back, wanting to tear the draft in his hand, and the next moment, Su Yangxuan had already arrived behind Su Youwei, and took it lightly.

"Dad, why are you like this now-" Su Youwei said dissatisfied.

Su Yangxuan grabbed the draft and said with a cold face: "Your father is like this now, I will not let go of any hope that can save you, girl, without you, the whole chaotic sea of gods is empty, and I am the only one left, I am scared and even more lonely."

What Song Xiaozi said just now is right, sometimes standing on the outside, you can see it more clearly, isn't it just a draft, let your grandfather Nanhuang take a look, and say another if it succeeds. ”

"But—"

Before Su Youwei's words were finished, Su Yangxuan, who was standing in front of her and talking to her, slowly became transparent, because he left so quickly that the figure didn't have time to dissipate.

Su You stomped his feet slightly and turned to look at Song Ren.

Song Ren shrugged: "Your father is too obscene, let's be alone, I can't do anything shameful with you, he is always shaking, so I always feel like someone is staring behind me." ”

"Boy, be careful when you speak, this is my territory." As soon as Song Ren's words were finished, Su Yangxuan's voice came from his ears, and his face turned white with fright.

hurriedly said: "Youwei, your father is all for your good, you have to understand a father's mood at the moment." ”

"Youwei's affectionate name is also your name?" Su Yangxuan's voice sounded again.

Song Ren was completely speechless.

It's too much.