After I came back from the world of self-cultivation, I became popular

Outside the window, the sunset glow in the sky was already red, and the afterglow penetrated through the glass, wrapping Shen Qiumian tenderly, as if putting on a warm coat for him.

The original text of "Zaijiu Xing" is not long. Compared with the long novels on cultivating immortals with millions of words, it is really too short, only about 30 words.

Shen Qiumian quickly read the novel in its entirety, and memorized the original text by the way.

After reading it, he couldn't help stretching on the sofa, and after taking a long breath, Shen Qiumian's heart was full of disappointment.

For some reason, he always felt that the world in the book was somewhat familiar, but it was quite similar to his previous life. Although the names of the various immortal sects were slightly different from his previous life, the habits of the sects were quite similar.

Could it be...

The author is just like himself, has he also traveled through time?

With this thought in mind, Shen Qiumian took out her phone, logged into Weibo and searched for the pseudonym "The Guest in the Cup".

A few seconds later, the authenticated account appeared on the interface, and he clicked on follow, but flipped through the other party's Weibo. The earliest one was a year ago, and the Weibo had completely grown grass.

Shen Qiumian directly followed her on her account. Anyway, he is just a little transparent now, and he doesn't have many fans. He won't be treated like that, even if he gets a few more followers, it will cause a large-scale discussion.

Not long after putting down the phone, he heard a knock on the door.

Because of the sound-proof barrier, Meng Shenwen's voice sounded a little fuzzy, but the general content could still be heard clearly.

The tip of the pen in Shen Qiumian's hand paused, perhaps it was a habit left over from his previous life. When writing biographies, he was still used to using pen and paper.

Play against each other?

Meng Shenwen had already asked for the audition footage from the director, and it was placed in front of Shen Qiumian.

And one of the clips happened to be the rival scene between Demon Lord Yin Yuan and the protagonist Shi Yunqin.

Shen Qiumian rolled her eyes and immediately got up to open the door.

"Brother Meng!"

Outside the door, Meng Shenwen was looking at him with a smile, "It's almost seven o'clock, and this lotus root pork rib soup is already ready, why don't you eat some and then prepare?"

In the white porcelain bowl, the pork ribs were stewed crispy, and the lotus root was cut into small pieces, nestling around the ribs, and the tempting aroma wafted out.

Shen Qiumian swallowed subconsciously.

The smile in Meng Shenwen's eyes deepened, he walked into Shen Qiumian's room naturally, and when he passed by, he pulled Shen Qiumian up and led him in.

He put the bowl of lotus root pork ribs soup on the tea table, the white porcelain collided with the glass, making a few sounds, very crisp.

"Writing a biography of a character?" Meng Shenwen picked up the manuscript paper at hand, on which densely packed handwriting was already written, in a pair of beautiful lowercase letters.

After all, he is a person who has lived in the world of cultivating immortals for hundreds of thousands of years. Shen Qiumian has long been used to pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

It is said that Shen Qiumian's handwriting is just like his own, and Shen Qiumian's lower script just now may be mistaken for a well-behaved gentleman, who would have thought... but a cute little sweet tooth.

As if thinking of something interesting, Meng Shenwen suddenly laughed softly.

"Brother Meng?" Shen Qiumian looked at him in confusion.

Meng Shenwen couldn't restrain his smile, but he didn't explain. He just tapped the manuscript paper with his fingers, "What kind of person do you think Yin Yuan is?"

"Everything is according to your heart." Shen Qiumian said immediately.

The guest in the cup has a profound writing power. When the demon king Yin Yuan just appeared on the stage, with just a few words, the whole character has already appeared vividly on the paper.

"Yin Yuan is actually very easy to understand." After thinking about it, Shen Qiumian said, "To put it simply, he is like a cat with an elusive temper. Before you understand his temper, you will feel that he is moody. Do whatever you want. But after you figure it out, you will find that he is really easy to understand. Everything he does can be in line with his inner way."

"And his way is to keep his heart."

"If one day he has doubts about himself, that is the opportunity for him to break through or fall."

Meng Shenwen nodded, "That's right, so...have you figured out how to act?"

Shen Qiumian looked at Meng Shenwen, and suddenly leaned forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a beautiful arc drawn at the end of his eyes.

The two were so close at this moment that their breaths were even intertwined.

Meng Shenwen grabbed Shen Qiumian's arm, his face turned cold for a moment, as if he had already entered the drama.

"What a handsome boy." Shen Qiumian's enunciation suddenly became erratic, mixed with a bit of evil spirit, and a bit careless, "It's not a waste of money to show your face."

"You..." Before Meng Shenwen could speak, a finger was pressed to his lips by the other party. Meng Shenwen's face changed suddenly, and he was about to overthrow him, but his hands and feet were firmly suppressed by the other party , no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.

"Hush—" The next moment, Shen Qiumian's head seemed to be unable to support it, and it rested on Meng Shenwen's shoulder, and there was no sound after a while.

The next moment, Shen Qiumian opened her eyes, and climbed up from Meng Shenwen's body with hands and feet, her cheeks seemed to have been rubbed with rouge, "Sorry, Brother Meng, I..."

"You acted very well just now." Meng Shenwen helped Shen Qiumian's arm and let him sit beside her.

After all the tossing and tossing just now, the sofa sank in several places, and now it is slowly recovering under the action of the elasticity.

but……

The scene just now was not a few clips during the audition, but the scene when the Demon Lord Yin Yuan and the protagonist Shi Yunqin met for the first time.

But at this moment, both Shen Qiumian and Meng Shenwen seemed to have forgotten this point.

Meng Shenwen coughed, "Have you finished reading the original "Zaijiuhang"?"

"En." Shen Qiumian nodded, but his eyes were a little wandering.

Just now, when he got up from Meng Shenwen, several images flashed in his mind.

It was those pictures that made Shen Qiumian's face turn red.

In the picture, someone is kissing himself, a very shallow kiss, even a little embarrassed and overwhelmed, like a young boy who is in love for the first time, cautious and a little reckless.

It's just that the person's appearance was still unclear, which made Shen Qiumian a little concerned.

Seeing Shen Qiumian's distracted look, Meng Shenwen couldn't help pinching his cheek, and said, "The soup is getting cold, I'll go and warm it up for you."

"Ah?" Shen Qiumian watched eagerly as Meng Shenwen picked up the lotus root pork ribs soup, and said regretfully, "I haven't even had it yet."

Meng Shen didn't know what to hear, so he couldn't help freeing up a hand and squeezed the tip of his ear, "Just warm it up, it will be quick."

But Shen Qiumian's reaction was a bit loud, almost as soon as Meng Shenwen touched his ear, his hand waved out——

Because the movement was too wide, the white porcelain bowl that Meng Shenwen was holding in his hand was tilted, and it was about to spill on the ground.

Meng Shenwen's eyes dimmed, and the angle of his left hand turned slightly, and the whole bowl of lotus root pork rib soup was buckled on the bed.

Shen Qiumian: ... How does this make him sleep at night?

Meng Shenwen raised his eyebrows, and his tone was full of apology, "I'm sorry, just now... I didn't hold it steady."