Song Ren sat by the window, on the table in the middle of the two rows of bookshelves, a cup of tea, two books, and the whole person felt unusually clean and comfortable.

There are many chapters in "Confucianism, Taoism, and the Most Sage" that need to be improved, and the knowledge of the earth and some words need to be greatly changed, but they have never been so calm.

During this time, in addition to cultivating and updating chapters, he also found a very good book on the bookshelf, and he read it with relish.

And sure enough, once "Confucianism and Taoism is Holy" was uploaded, it quickly swept the major lists, in addition to the unfinished plot, every poem written made many literati talk about it and praised it.

Moreover, this fourth book has a total of more than 7 million words, which is too much more than the previous three, and Song Ren has never entered the column of Sage Humanities and Diwen, but this number of words has never appeared in other columns.

More than 7 million words, compared to other people's hundreds of thousands of words, even if your brain is reborn a few times, you can't make it up.

Inhuman!

Song Ren could even imagine that if the book was finished, it would definitely create an achievement with the largest number of words.

After drinking a cup of tea, the golden sunlight shone on the table and books, accompanied by the slight movement of the shadows of the trees at the door, Song Ren really enjoyed it.

There are guests coming at the door, although Song Ren is here to work, but there is no need to summon himself, Tang Xiaoyi is now more active than him.

After all, every money he made when he came in was his.

Wu Tianyu flipped through the books with great interest, and there were no ancient books covered with cobwebs stored in the corner of a bookshelf like Zhongzhong, no one flipped through them.

Every book is neatly arranged, and the shelves are spotlessly cleaned.

He passed past Song Ren, and after 0.03 seconds, his eyes lit up and he stepped back again.

Song Ren's appearance at this moment is simply amazing, completely like a painting.

and this Confucian dress like him, this talent is exactly what he yearns for the most now in addition to chasing "Confucianism and Taoism".

Especially when the sun is half shining on the side of the face, how can the few strands of hair on the forehead look so charming in the warm sunlight.

Song Ren flipped through and muttered in his heart, there is something wrong with this person, he always stares at himself.

He should be wearing makeup today, and he can't see the appearance of the steamed bun, besides, it doesn't matter if he recognizes his identity as a musician and a film and television drama.

This guy shouldn't have Longyang.

The chair moved, and Wu Tianyu sat directly in front of Song Ren and put the folding fan on the table.

"This brother, you are so handsome."

"Ahem, cough, cough-" Song Ren was caught off guard, coughed again and again, and hurriedly looked at Wu Tianyu.

You can meet these people yourself, you want a woman to say this, I'm proud, you are this and this......

Song Ren hurriedly said: "I'm not interested in you, I like women." ”

Wu Tianyu smiled: "Look at what Brother Tai said, I like it too......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly understood the meaning of Song Ren's words, and his face flushed, what do you think of me.

"It's not a brother, I mean to say, your artistic conception is very beautiful, how did you do it, I also want to be a literati, can you teach me?"

Song Ren looked at Wu Tianyu, although he was wearing Confucian clothes, his wide and thick black eyebrows, the domineering aura that emanated from his body invisibly, and the strong muscles under the outline of this clothes.

Pull it down, looking as young as yourself, but more martial than a martial artist.

"This can't be taught, scholars are generally weak, isn't there a saying that is good, Xiucai meets soldiers, it is reasonable to say, I am now Xiucai, you are soldiers."

"No, I can also learn, how much is it, you make a price, one thousand taels is not enough, not enough to add more!" Wu Tianyu felt uncomfortable for a while, what do you mean that you are a showman and I am a soldier.

Do I look a lot like someone licking blood from a knife?

"Brother, what are you doing," Wu Ying turned around and couldn't find the old brother, and when she heard someone talking, she came over.

Tang Xiaoyi, who was following behind, stared at the thousand taels of silver ticket with shining eyes, and his heart was about to cry.

No, what kind of world is this, while sitting drinking tea and reading books, someone comes to the door to send money, and Brother Song still looks like he loves to answer.

I'm so industrious, expecting guests to buy a few more books, but I haven't even made a penny.

How unfair.

"Don't care, brother, as long as you tell me this secret, the money is yours, look at you like this, you should be the owner of this bookstore, and there are no guests, this money is enough for you to earn." Wu Tianyu was still unwilling.

It's hard to find this feeling, and you must get the 'secret recipe'.

Tang Xiaoyi, who was behind him, looked at himself and wanted to cry without tears.

No, Brother Song doesn't dress as well as me, like a scholar, you look at people like bosses, and I look like a part-time worker.

Song Ren smiled bitterly, people sat at home, and money fell from the sky.

He likes money, but this talent is really impossible to teach, and I have been meditating on this bit of meditation with great difficulty these days, just to be able to better write and compile "Confucianism and Taoism".

Xia Zhilan chose an ancient music score, and her eyes were full of excitement, so she found such a good book, it was really worth the trip.

When I walked over, I saw Wu Tianyu sitting at the table and shouting.

Looking at the past, it was the appearance of a young man, but how was it a little familiar, but it was a little unfamiliar, it seemed that he had seen it somewhere.

Song Ren casually glanced at Xia Zhilan.

Luck can't be so bad, why is Xia Zhilan here?

He and Xia Zhilan are also acquaintances, whether they are authors or musicians, they have a lot of exchanges, not to mention anything else, more than two months of filming, whether it is body language or actions, they are together every day, and they are old acquaintances.

This Nine Kings Castle should be a long way from Kyoto.

Song Ren hurriedly turned around: "Brother, don't disturb me reading, this thing really can't be taught." ”

"No, I just want to be a literati......"

"Brother, you're messing around again, hurry up, I said that I will accompany Sister Lan around today, I'll tell my dad if you do this again, and let him clean you up," Wu Ying heard this, and immediately understood that his brother's stupidity had been committed again.

Hurriedly pulled it up, and then pushed it out.

Xia Zhilan sat down and frowned: "This son, have we met before?" ”

"I haven't seen it!"

"But you haven't even looked at me, how do you know you haven't seen me?"

"I like men, so I never look at women, we must not know each other."

Tang Xiaoyi, who was originally smiling and thinking about the ancient music sheet in Xia Zhilan's hand, how much money should he ask for later, suddenly stiffened, and looked at Song Ren who was carrying his back in horror.

No way.

Xia Zhilan also twitched, got up directly, and bit her lip lightly before leaving: "I still think we seem to know each other, and this voice is also very familiar." With that, he left.

Song Ren was speechless for a while, why did he just meet a group of pole lifters today.

I just want to write a book quietly.

"Miss, thanks to two taels of silver."

"No need to look for it."

"Thank you, miss, and welcome to the next time—"

"Yes!"