Start call: My pet actually comes from history

Su Buyu quietly returned to the entrance of the lobby, and listened carefully to the conversations coming from the lobby in the darkness.

He has sharp ears and eyes.

I quickly caught what the two were talking about, and it turned out to be Du Futu who was preparing to write a book.

No.

Isn’t it great to write a book? The book written by the poet sage is not professional and relevant.

In love and reason.

Su Buyu was ready to stop Du Futu's rebellious idea, but he was still prepared to continue listening to the corner for a while.

"Writing a book is good, but Zimei, are you not going to write poetry?"

"How much money can you make by writing poetry?"

Du Futu shook his head.

Although he was revered as a poet after his death, when he was alive, the superiors did not like his poems.

But the most important reason is that it became a rabbit.

It takes poetry out.

Who would believe that Du Fu did it?

"When it comes to writing a book, Na Zimei, you have learned a lot."

Wenjimiao blinked.

After all, Du Fu was from the Tang Dynasty, which was more than a thousand years ago.

More than a thousand years of vicissitudes of life.

Even a poet.

Under the mountain of modern literature, they are just children learning to speak.

"Study? It's just a small thing."

Du Futu smiled.

"Too."

Wen Ji Miao also smiled.

Learning this kind of thing is just a simple and trivial matter for them.

Du Fu became strong when he was seven years old, and he chanted the phoenix.

She herself was proficient in music at the age of ten, but when she was only twelve, her calligraphy was already inherited from her father.

Thinking of this.

Wenjimiao glanced at Bai Shuyu, who was slumped on the sofa opposite and playing with his mobile phone.

There was some emotion in my heart.

Sure enough, the difference between humans is indeed greater than the difference between humans and pigs.

"Just look at the works and learn how to write."

Wenjimiao originally planned to let Du Futu systematically learn from scratch.

But then I thought about it, everyone is smart.

Du Futu should be able to write just by reading modern literary works.

"Then what to see."

Du Futu had just arrived, and he knew basically nothing about modern literary works, and his eyesight was completely dark.

"Let's do this, I'll bring some books to..."

"Card."

Su Buyu couldn't stand it any longer, and interrupted Wenji Miao directly when she was about to recommend it to Du Futu.

"Zimei, listen to me and write poetry. If you really don't want to write poetry, just go online and code."

"Write online?"

"exactly."

Su Buyu nodded, took out his mobile phone and showed the novel software inside: "Look, just write this kind of thing. You write about Du Fu, Li Bai pacified the Anshi Rebellion, etc. It will definitely be very nice."

"Sir, I think Zimei should still write traditional literature."

Wenjimiao couldn't help but object.

"How much money can you make from traditional literature?"

Su Buyu choked.

It’s not that he looks down on traditional literature. Compared with traditional literature, if you can’t write it, you can’t make much money.

Online writing is the way to go.

heard.

Wenji Miao subconsciously prepared to bring up some famous figures in the literary world to refute, but before she could say anything, she heard Su Buyu say again: "When the time comes, we will have a painter and we can draw comics by ourselves, and then we will It is more convenient to adapt and upload it online than to publish it as a manuscript, and it can also be published or something."

Su Buyu's words make sense.

But the one who makes the decision must be Du Fu Tubentu.

Pressure transfer.

Du Futu thought for a while and decided to understand the two kinds of literature before making a decision.

Seeing this, Su Buyu struck while the iron was hot and tempted: "Wouldn't it be nice to write a book about Du Zimei turning the tide and saving the Tang Dynasty?"

"It's not good."

"What's the point? If you don't write about yourself, you can write about Li Bai saving the Tang Dynasty, or others."

Su Buyu said with a smile on his lips.

"talk later."

Du Futu still responded vaguely. It would be enough to think about some things. It would be too shameful to write them down.

"Let's write about the fate of small people struggling in troubled times."

Wenjimiao thinks this theme is very good and suitable for Dufu rabbits, which also have their own miniatures.

Do the little people survive in troubled times and struggle like themselves, or do they rise in the face of difficulties like Xuande Gong?

"I think... let's write about daily life and rebirth Du Fu in modern times."

Bai Shuyu listened for a while, then weakly raised his hand to give his opinion.

"Can you write that I brought my prime minister to help the Han Dynasty and return it to the old capital?"

There was some expectation in Liu Chanmiao's dejected eyes.

"Come on, are you embarrassed to actually write it down?"

Su Buyu spat, instead of writing about Liu Chan regaining the Han Dynasty and returning to the old capital, it would be better to write about him traveling back in time and becoming Liu Chan.

About Du Futu writing a book.

Several people expressed their views.

We chatted for a full two hours before giving up.

Close the door and turn off the lights.

Su Buyu beat his back and walked slowly upstairs. Not long after lying on the bed, he fell into a sweet dream.

The starlight outside the window was blocked by the curtains.

The house was silent.

Darkness persists.

I don't know how long.

The door to Su Buyu's room was quietly pushed open, and a figure sneaked in.

It quietly crossed to the bed and looked at Su Buyu, who was sleeping soundly, gritting his teeth.

goo~

in the dark.

The shadow's stomach made a slight noise as it reached the bed.

Accompanied by the sound.

Su Buyu suddenly moved on the bed.

see.

The black shadow quickly lay down and did not dare to move.

a long time.

He found that Su Buyu was still asleep.

The black shadow let out a low breath, stood up and punched Su Buyu's body covered by the quilt: "I asked you to deduct my food, and I asked you to put more than a thousand on my head."

A flurry of punches and kicks.

The black shadow, Liu Chanmiao, was satisfied with his operation and licked his paws.

This wave.

This wave of his own was called riding alone into the Soviet camp, and his achievements shocked the world.

Tired of using my hands.

Most of the stagnation in Liu Chanmiao's heart was gone.

Shaking his body and wagging his tail gracefully, he brushed off his clothes and hid his merit and fame.

But the next moment.

Su Buyu turned over on the bed, and his hand happened to be on Liu Chanmiao's back, which was exactly the same.

!

Liu Chanmiao's hair stood up.

Su Buyu felt the extra soft and fluffy object on the bed in his sleep and squeezed it twice with his hands in a daze.

strangeness.

Why is there an extra thing like this on the bed today...

The thoughts in Su Buyu's mind were intermittent, just when he was about to fall asleep again.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

in the dark.

Liu Chanmiao put down her inner prayer with a grimace because she felt Su Buyu's gaze.

Lines of sight collide.

Even without turning on the light, the dazed Su Buyu could still tell who was on the bed from the outline of his body.

Such a round body.

In the entire hotel, only Liu Chan and Miaoyimao could be so mellow.

but.

How did this guy come in? Didn't he lock the door today? Su Buyu's mind was heavy and he found that he couldn't remember, so he simply squinted his eyes and asked feebly: "Adou, why are you here?"

heard.

Liu Chanmiao's eyes rolled again and again, then she rubbed Su Buyu's arm flatteringly and said, "Oh, foster father, I think you are too tired, so I came in to give you a massage."

"Yes, you are interested."

When Su Buyu heard this explanation, he praised in confusion and closed his eyes.

Liu Chanmiao saw that he had been fooled.

He couldn't help but look happy, and he was ready to say goodbye to Su Buyu, but before he could say anything, he heard him say again: "If you are so energetic, go out and sweep and mop the hotel lobby, stairs, and aisles on each floor... .I will check it in the morning...otherwise..."

"..."

Liu Chanmiao looked at Su Buyu who had fallen asleep again and couldn't help but slap the two pads of his round face.

So many places.

Can’t finish scanning.

I can't even finish it myself!