After being kicked out of the wealthy family, the fake daughter became popular in the entertainment

Song Qing'an also officially became a disciple of Wu Xing.

A master will not turn a blind eye to the difficulties of his apprentice. He may express his disdain but help him intentionally or unintentionally through his actions.

Song Qing'an also did not forget the deal with Yun Moshu. When Wu Xing couldn't control himself and was about to make a scene, he pulled his sister and squatted outside the door crying, yelling at him not to get into trouble, otherwise he and his sister would be homeless again.

Wu Xing had no choice. Seeing them acting like this, he suppressed his urge to cheat the wealthy businessmen or officials out of their money. He thought that these were just minor matters that were still within controllable range.

As for Yun Moshu, she had learned a lot and went out early the next day after waking up.

Fu Yanyou sat in the car and asked curiously: "Have you met Mr. Meng before?"

"I don't have that impression."

"Then why did he specifically ask to see you?" Fu Yanyou also looked puzzled.

Yun Moshu asked: "Is he famous?"

"Mr. Meng is a loner, and he is extremely famous in literature. He is already very old, and rarely sees outsiders. Only very famous people in the circle know him. It is normal that young people like you don't know him."

Fu Yanyou pondered, "But it's strange. I happened to meet him yesterday. When he knew your name, he was very excited at first. He asked me for your photo. After looking at it, he insisted that I take you to meet him."

Yun Moshu frowned, "What is this Mr. Meng's full name?"

"Meng Shan, Mr. Meng."

"He's also called Meng Shan?" Yun Moshu looked surprised.

"Also?" Fu Yanyou turned his head.

Yun Moshu replied: "I know a kid named Meng Shan."

Moreover, it has been too long, and that person is probably no longer around.

"Anyway, go over and take a look. If you can catch his eye, your future may be much easier."

What Fu Yanyou said is not an exaggeration. Mr. Meng published many works when he was young, and the actors in them became extremely popular after they were filmed into film and television dramas.

Perhaps because he has no shortage of money and fame, he is so low-key that it is impossible for people who are not acquaintances to even know him.

He had worked hard to investigate for the sake of his artists, and was finally able to get in touch with him through an introduction by an acquaintance.

Yun Moshu followed Fu Yanyou to an ancient courtyard surrounded by flowers and plants, and he went forward and knocked on the door.

"Wait a mininute!"

The footsteps came closer and closer until a girl in white casual clothes and a ponytail opened the door.

She was not surprised when she saw Fu Yanyou, but joked: "Brother Yanyou, you are here again."

"You can't call me shameless again. I got Mr. Meng's permission this time."

Fu Yanyou smiled lightly and leaned his body slightly, "Let me introduce you. This is my artist, Yun Moshu, and this is Mr. Meng's granddaughter, Meng Qiqi."

"Hello," Yun Moshu took a step forward and smiled at her.

Meng Qiqi nodded and smiled back, "I know you."

"Qiqi, where is your grandfather?" Fu Yanyou glanced inside.

"He is practicing White Crane Spreads Wings in the small pavilion in the backyard."

Meng Qiqi opened the door and let them in. "Brother Yanyou, you know the way, so you can take Sister Yun there. I'll go make tea for you."

After saying that, she ran away in a hurry.

"This impatient person hasn't changed at all," Fu Yanyou smiled helplessly. He turned to Yun Moshu and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to see Mr. Meng."

Meng Shan was standing on the stone floor, practicing Tai Chi slowly.

Fu Yanyou stood aside and waited for him to finish, then he walked forward patiently, "Mr. Meng, I brought you the person you wanted to see."

When Meng Shan saw Yun Moshu, he felt as if he was looking at an old friend, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

His lips trembled as he called out inaudibly, "Sister Shu."

"Mr. Meng, what did you say?"

Fu Yanyou didn't hear clearly, so he took a step closer and listened carefully.

Meng Shan suddenly came back to his senses and waved his hand at him, "Nothing, can I have a chat with this young friend alone?"

Fu Yanyou did not agree immediately, but looked at Yun Moshu.

Yun Moshu saw him looking at her and nodded.

When she saw the complex emotions in his eyes just now, she had an indescribable feeling in her heart. She was also very curious, why did he want to see her?

"Huh? Where are my grandpa and sister Yun?"

Meng Qiqi came over with tea, but only saw Fu Yanyou in the pavilion.

"They both went to the study to discuss something."

"When did they meet?"

Fu Yanyou rubbed his throbbing temple and said, "Don't talk about you. I'm confused too."

When did the two of them meet? When? Why did they meet?

He knew nothing.

"Forget about them. Try the tea I made. I've done an exceptional job today. It tastes really good."

Yun Moshu looked at the two people in the courtyard through the wooden window, then turned around and asked calmly, "I wonder what Mr. Meng wants to talk to me about?"

Meng Shan kept staring at her. After an unknown amount of time, he lowered his head and sighed, "It seems that you have completely forgotten me."

Not remembering him? Should she remember him?

Yun Moshu frowned, full of confusion and not knowing where to ask.

"I am Meng Shan, Meng Jun is my father, and Wang Liu is my father's best friend. Don't you have any impression of these?"

"Are you Xiaoshan?"

Yun Moshu's pupils dilated rapidly, and she could no longer control the surprise in her eyes with a faint smile on her distant face.

She never expected that in the recent era, even when she was on guard and didn't want to get involved, there would still be someone standing in front of her and meeting her.

And that person was someone she was familiar with.

Yun Moshu was a little at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to face him, but she was more afraid that her secret would be exposed, and evil thoughts suddenly arose, wanting him to disappear, even though this evil thought was quickly suppressed by her.

Meng Shan was like her family, her brother, how could she do this? How could she have the idea of ​​killing him?

Yun Moshu's heart was beating like a drum. She felt uneasy and shocked and scared by her own dirty thoughts.

"It's me. You didn't expect that I'm still alive. What? From your expression, you don't want to see me?"

Seeing that she recognized him just now, Meng Shan felt inexplicably excited hidden in his sarcastic tone, and did not notice at all that her eyes had suddenly become dark.

Yun Moshu was suddenly awakened by his words. The corner of her mouth twitched. She turned around and sat on the chair, rolling her eyes at him.

"I didn't say you were dead. What are you doing here?"

"Are you not pretending anymore?" Meng Shan looked at her with amusement.

"Being elegant and ladylike is just for show to others. We are already acquaintances, why are you pretending?"

Yun Moshu touched her chin and said with a sly smile, "I heard from Manager Fu that you are doing very well now. How about helping a down-and-out person like me?"

"You are an old monster who has lived for who knows how long, and you still want me, a man who will soon be buried, to support you? Do you have a clear conscience?"

"An, why can't it be An?"

Yun Moshu said confidently: "Let me correct you. I am just an adult, I am still young, don't call me an old monster."

"You said you weren't, then who was it that I met more than 80 years ago? Your ancestor?"

"Just talk, there's no point in making personal attacks."

Yun Moshu complained unhappily, "Why are you still so vicious?"

After a round of banter, the two looked at each other and burst out laughing.