The most popular king in the world

Chapter 29
No. 6, Dongsihuan North Road, Chaoyang District, Jinghua, on the 6th floor of the 18th floor of Sunshine East Gemini Building, a gray-haired old man is sitting on a small horse on the balcony, wearing a pair of reading glasses, holding a tool in his hand to trim his face potted plants.

At this time, an exclamation came from the second bedroom. The old man put down the tools in his hand, took off the mirror and put it on his chest, and looked in the direction of the sound.

A girl in her twenties ran out of the room in a hurry, wearing a pair of pink slippers.

This is a girl who is pleasing to the eye at first glance, but looks even more beautiful when you look closely. A head of wine-red hair hangs down from the top of her head, and the bottom end is permed into a big wave shape. A pair of almond-shaped eyes are watery, and her face is full of tears. Collagen looks like it's about to overflow.

If there is any shortcoming of this girl, I am afraid that she is a little short, only about 1.5 meters five.

But despite his short stature, the proportions of his body are quite perfect. The two big driving wheels on his chest completely violated the attraction of the earth and achieved a rise against the market, perfectly explaining what it means for a woman to be 'good'.

"Grandpa, do you still have time to play bonsai here? Something happened, something big happened!"

Seeing his granddaughter's anxious look, the old gentleman asked with a sneer, "Oh? What's the big deal that made us Xiuxiu look like this? Tell me quickly to make grandpa happy."

Liang Xiuxiu knew that her grandpa was teasing her again. Normally, she would have to fight with her grandpa for several rounds, but now she is still in that mood.

Stamping her feet fiercely, Liang Xiuxiu pouted and said, "You can still laugh? Do you know that the recommendation record of the book "Millennium" that you published on the 'Qihang Cup' was surpassed by others. "

It turned out that this old gentleman was Liang Weng, a famous literary figure.When Mr. Liang heard that his granddaughter was anxious about this matter, he couldn't help but say, "Silly girl, talented people come out from generation to generation, and each has been in the limelight for hundreds of years. Isn't this a normal thing?"

Mr. Liang is 68 this year, and his body is quite strong. He got up from the saddle, took his granddaughter's hand and sat on the sofa in the living room: "Your Uncle Zhang called me just now and told me about it."

Liang Xiuxiu blinked her big eyes and asked puzzledly: "Then why didn't you even respond, Grandpa? Don't you get angry?"

Mr. Liang picked up his water cup and took a sip of tea slowly, then asked with a smile, "Why am I angry? Isn't this a good thing?"

"Ah?" Liang Xiuxiu was completely confused when she heard her grandfather say that.She didn't understand, how could this be a good thing?
Seeing his granddaughter's confused face, Mr. Liang smiled and explained to his granddaughter: "Think about it, as a person who supports his family by writing, after feeding my head, what is the thing I most want to see?" ?”

Liang Xiuxiu tilted her head, bit her lip and thought for a while before answering: "I know this. You said that when you made a wish on your birthday that year, you hoped that there would be more talents in the literary world in the future. You said that you have written martial arts novels all your life, but you have not been able to." Jump out of the shackles of the predecessors, so you hope that in your lifetime, you can see a writer who can inherit the spirit of martial arts, create a new genre, and let the light of chivalry shine on the entire literary world."

Mr. Liang didn't expect his granddaughter to still remember what he said at the beginning, and he couldn't help laughing out loud for a while, feeling relieved.

"That's right, your brain is much easier to use now than Grandpa's. So, you said that since all the people I've been waiting for have appeared, why am I still angry? I should be happy!"

There was a very happy smile on Mr. Liang's face, as innocent as a child, there was nothing mixed in that smile, only full of sincerity.

Liang Xiuxiu frowned and thought about it, and then she said in disbelief: "Grandpa, you mean that the novel recommended by all votes was not a result of the brush, but actually conquered all the editors with its strength?"

"Why do you think so?" Elder Liang smiled and pointed at his granddaughter, "I said Xiuxiu, the book has already published six chapters. Did you come here to find grandpa without even reading it?"

Liang Xiuxiu felt a little embarrassed when she was asked. When she saw that the book had a full hundred recommendation votes, she immediately thought that the other party was doing public relations secretly. Think in and see.

"I'll go and see what's so good about this book that even a great writer like my grandfather can praise it like this."

Although Liang Xiuxiu is not a writer, she has been influenced by her grandfather since she was a child. Naturally, her literary skills are not bad. Whether a book is good or bad, she is confident that she can make an accurate judgment.

Otherwise, she would have no face to tell others that she is a student of the Chinese Department of Peking University, and there is a literary grandpa named Liang Weng in her family.

Seeing his granddaughter returning to the house in a hurry, Mr. Liang couldn't help but shook his head with a smile. This precious granddaughter of his, who is about to graduate from college, why is she still with such an unrestrained temperament, always in a hurry like a hairy head? Like the kid.

Speaking of which, Mr. Liang is really envious of his granddaughter, at least she is young and her eyes are better than her own.I am getting old and can no longer work and study in front of the computer for a long time.

In fact, Mr. Liang is also very curious in his heart, wanting to know what is so good about this highly regarded work, but it is useless to be curious, he can't do it like Xiuxiu, sitting in front of the computer and reading it for hours .

Fortunately, my old face is still useful. My disciple Xiao Zhang has already contacted Qihang Literature, saying that he wants to get this "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Knife" for him to taste. I have this intention.

Mr. Liang also knew that since it was an entry, it must have been completed, but due to the competition system, it was updated every day for 1/15th.Presumably based on Xiao Zhang's relationship with Qihang and his own face, this matter should not be difficult.

However, he intentionally didn't tell his granddaughter that this old man is holding back his bad intentions, he can read the whole book, and his granddaughter can only follow up on Qihang.com, so after he reads it, can he spoil his granddaughter?

Who told this Xiuxiu to be perfunctory every time she knocked her back and chiseled her legs, but this time she took the bait, and when the time came to hang her with the follow-up plot, her granddaughter had to surrender obediently.

Thinking of this, Mr. Liang couldn't help showing a smug smile on his face. Maybe because he was so happy, his five sense organs were crowded together, like a blooming daisy.

"Xiao Zhang is really getting more and more unreliable. How long has it been? Is it so slow to send a file?"

This person is getting old, sometimes he is like a child, if he wants something, if he can't get it for a while, he will throw a temper tantrum.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang before it was too late. Mr. Liang got up from the sofa and shouted in the direction of his granddaughter's room: "I'll come, I'll just come."

In fact, at this moment, Liang Xiuxiu has no time to pay attention to him, a grandfather, holding a monitor and obsessing about the world of "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Knife".

At this time, Liang Xiuxiu was reading Chapter 5 Chasing People in a Snowy Night, and she was completely attracted by this book. Liang Xiuxiu, who cared about rituals and seeking pleasure, didn't have time to open the door for her grandfather.

The nanny and his wife went out to buy vegetables, and they probably wouldn't come back at this time, so Weng Liang knew that it must be Xiao Zhang who knocked on the door.

Opening the door, there was a man in his 50s standing outside the door. He was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his figure was a bit fat. It was Zhang Jinkun, the disciple Liang Lao had been talking about before.

Mr. Liang took the manuscript handed over by the other party, and patted the other party's shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Zhang, and I'll trouble you to go all the way, come in and sit down for a while, and I'll pour you some water."

"No teacher, I won't go in. There is still something to do with the Writers' Association, and I need to go there to deal with it. I will visit you another day."

"Since you're here, why don't you come in and stay at home for a while? Look at you, you're sweating profusely. You made a special trip just for this matter. It's my fault that I forgot to tell you. Xiuxiu is at home today. Give me an electronic version, and I'll let Xiuxiu type it out, look at my memory."

Mr. Liang's second-guessing behavior made Zhang Jinkun's eyes twitch, and he said to himself: I'm afraid my teacher can't change his habit of 'talking so angry that people don't pay for it'.

"I really don't want to stay, teacher, you can say hello to my teacher's wife for me, and I will leave first, there is something really happening. By the way, you keep this bag of fruit and bring it to Xiuxiu." After finishing speaking, she touched the door frame He took out a bag of mangosteens, stuffed it into Mr. Liang's hand, turned around and ran away, like a thief.

Mr. Liang chased after him with the bag of mangosteen in his arms, and he didn't even change his slippers when he went out.

This Zhang Jinkun is Mr. Liang's proud disciple. He is currently the executive director of the Writers Association, and he is really busy every day.Mr. Liang is a bit of a literati, that is, no matter who gives him anything, he will not accept anything except books and articles.

That's why when he first knocked on the door, Zhang Jinkun hid the fruit in the corner of the door frame where Mr. Liang couldn't see it, took it out and threw it into the old man's arms before leaving, and then retreated decisively.

Just like that, Mr. Liang was still chasing after him, shouting, "Stop, take the things back and so on." '

In the end, it was Zhang Jinkun who was younger. In order to escape successfully, Zhang Jinkun didn't even dare to take the elevator and went directly to the stairwell.It's hard for him, a fat man who is almost 60, to go downstairs at the same speed as the young man.

Holding the bag of mangosteen in his arms, Liang Weng chased for two steps, but seeing that he couldn't catch up, he shouted loudly: "Stinky boy, slow down, or you may fall. It's okay, I won't chase you anymore, you Take the elevator down, I left my things behind."

"Okay, teacher, I'm leaving now, remember to say hello to my wife!" Zhang Jinkun stood at the corner of the stairs on the 16th and 17th floors, waved to Mr. Liang who was standing above, then turned and left.

Mr. Liang returned home with fruit in his arms, and went to the kitchen to put things away first, then picked up the fresh stack of A4 papers from the shoe cabinet, sat down on the sofa in the living room, put on his reading glasses and began to read carefully.

After reading a short section of the opening chapter, Mr. Liang couldn't help nodding his head repeatedly.This author is very good. At the beginning, it looks like a description of the scene, but in fact it uses the scene to describe the emotion. The so-called scene is naturally the emotion above the scene.

This opening chapter uses the description of the scenery and the environment to set off a situation where everything is decimated, which brings people a boundless sense of loneliness and desolation, and makes people quickly integrate into the environment described by the author.

'sharp! Liang Weng couldn't help but secretly praised in his heart.

Mr. Liang reads very fast on weekdays. After all, he has played with writing all his life. It can be said that his attainments in writing have already reached the point of being like a fire.

Ordinary works fell into Mr. Liang's hands, and he would read them word by word, but he seldom savored them carefully.However, this book made Mr. Liang unable to pick up his reading speed, because almost every sentence was worth pondering carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Liang, who was immersed in the plot of the story, raised his nose and suddenly smelled the aroma of food.After taking off his glasses and turning his stiff neck, Mr. Liang realized that his wife and nanny had already gone home, and even the meal was ready and served on the dining table.

Liang Xiuxiu came out of the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, seeing that grandpa had finally put down the thick stack of A4 papers, she hurriedly said, "Grandpa, let me tell you what you were looking at just now. You were fascinated by it. Grandma and I I called you several times, but you didn't even lift your head."

At this time, Mr. Liang was standing in the middle of the living room, with his hands on his hips, and his entire hips were moving clockwise.There's no way, after all, I'm old, I was fascinated by reading it just now, and I didn't realize it, but now after I put down the book, my old arms and legs are really quite strong.

Seeing her grandfather stretching her waist and legs, Liang Xiuxiu sneaked over and turned over the stack of A4 papers that her grandfather had put on the coffee table. She was also out of curiosity, and she hadn't seen him look at anything so seriously for a long time.

But upon seeing this, Liang Xiuxiu's eyes widened immediately, and even her breathing became short of breath. She kept flipping through the stack of manuscripts with both hands, and finally determined that this was the entire "Sentimental Swordsman's Ruthless Knife".

Holding the manuscript in her arms, Liang Xiuxiu buried her head and rushed towards her room.But her strange behavior had already caught Mr. Liang's attention. Seeing that his granddaughter snatched away the manuscript he was addicted to, Mr. Liang immediately lost his composure.

"Damn girl, put your things down for me." Elder Liang didn't care about his old arms and legs anymore, and rushed towards his granddaughter with a stride.

When Liang Xiuxiu saw that her grandpa had discovered her, she sped up her feet and yelled, "Bad grandpa, stinky grandpa, I got something good for myself and secretly eat it alone. Grandma, please take care of my grandpa."

After all, Mr. Liang is not as young as his granddaughter. In the end, he was carried by his granddaughter and hid in the bedroom first. Seeing that the door of his granddaughter's room was closed, Mr. Liang slapped his thigh fiercely, complaining to himself with remorse: "Careless!" It's gone!"

　Thank you to every reader of this book. Every time you click to read, every time you vote and recommend, and every time you reply to a message, it is the motivation to continue. I will persevere, for you and myself, thank you everyone!

　　


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