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

After Zhong Hanyan parted ways with Shen Qiumian and Meng Shenwen at the vegetable market, she couldn't calm down from her excitement until she returned home. Even when she opened the door, her hand holding the key was shaking.

After entering the door, she searched around in the room, but she was still reluctant to stick the words on the wall with tape, and there was no better storage method for the time being, so she could only lift the sheet and sweep up the scattered clothes on the bed On the carpet, spread the words carefully on the bed.

After taking a quick photo and posting on Weibo, she put away her phone and started cooking contentedly.However, when she finished cooking and turned on her phone again, the bottom of that Weibo had already become a "battlefield".

At the beginning, the people who came over were basically fans, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

[Fuck, shit, shit!I admire it! 】

[Today I ate a hundred catties of lemons!It's killing me sour!Why don't I have this kind of luck woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! 】

[Damn, my ten-year-old fan is completely sour, Meng Ge's autograph ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !What luck is this riding a horse! 】

[Speaking of which, Qiuqiu and Brother Meng's brush calligraphy is quite beautiful. 】

[It must have been practiced for many years, right?Writing with a brush is really hard! 】

[Answer the question carefully, except for the names of Qiuqiu and Brother Meng, I don’t understand any of the other words QAQ]

[This should be about crazy grass, right? 】

【Really?Don't lie to me because I don't study much! 】

[It's crazy grass, and it's written quite well! 】

[I pricked up my little ears, the floor master asks for popular science!To be honest, in my eyes, Kuangcao is equal to ghost painting (cover face)]

[Ghost painting symbol +1, I just... think it's pretty good-looking! 】

[Cursive script should be regarded as the most difficult to write in seal script and cursive regular script. The brushwork is infinitely changeable, and the ink color is different. practise.In addition, cursive script appreciation also has a threshold. Whether the other several fonts are well written, even people who don’t know calligraphy can tell a thing or two, but cursive script is likely to be regarded as... um, ghost painting . 】

[Damn...it's a bit powerful. In fact, I fell in love with Qiuqiu only because of his face. I thought it was just a vase. As long as his face looks good, I'll be fine. Now I suddenly feel like I've found a treasure. 】

【Hey, who said no? 】

[Laughing, you fan filters are too big, even if you want to praise your idol, at least respect the facts, okay?If the nonsense he wrote can be called crazy cursive, then anyone can be a cursive master! 】

[Leader hold on, it is expected that there will be a large wave of brain-dead fans coming. 】

[The floor master said what was in my heart. To be honest, Shen Qiumian's signature line of brush calligraphy is indeed better than many people's writing, but everyone has passed it. 】

[I still dare to say it, I also think that the writing is similar to the words I wrote in elementary school. 】

[? ? ? ? ? ?Are you all serious about this level?Are you blind? 】

【It's coming, it's coming, isn't it, the fans are starting to protect the calf. 】

[I'm just guessing, guessing, what if it was written by someone else?Isn't most celebrities writing signatures completely different from writing other characters? Signatures are specially designed. 】

****

At first, Zhong Hanyan thought that some fans were irrational and said something inappropriate.But after she read all the comments according to the timeline, a bunch of question marks popped up above her head.

Who was the first to be weird?

Moreover, in all fairness, the calligraphy written by Shen Qiumian is definitely not useless.

Although Zhong Hanyan doesn't know much about calligraphy, he still has the basic aesthetics. When Shen Qiumian writes, he writes freely and casually.

She was about to retort passionately, but after typing, she deleted all the words one by one.

Zhong Hanyan opened the phone's photo album, found the most complete video, and directly posted it on the Internet, with a postscript, "No fake writing, thank you!"

***

On the other side, after the two returned home, Meng Shenwen unbuttoned his cuffs slowly, rolled up his cuffs, and then calmly walked into the kitchen, who didn't know where he was going to walk the red carpet.

Shen Qiumian took the initiative to take over the job of washing and chopping vegetables. Although he doesn't know how to fry, he can still chop ribs and chop vegetables.

However, before picking up the kitchen knife, Shen Qiumian's hand was held down by Meng Shenwen.

"You forgot one thing." Meng Shen heard.

Shen Qiumian was puzzled, "Didn't you forget?"

All you need to chop vegetables is a kitchen knife, right?

Meng Shenwen shook his head, "Wait for me."

After speaking, he turned around and went to the opposite side. Five minutes later, Meng Shenwen walked in with two bags.

"What is this?" Shen Qiumian asked curiously.

Meng Shenwen didn't answer, opened a bag, and then took out an...apron?

The apron is pink with a cute little black cat printed on the front.

"When cooking, remember to wear an apron." While speaking, Meng Shenwen shook off the apron, "Shall I put it on for you?"

Shen Qiumian knew nothing about Meng Shenwen's thoughts at this time, and nodded directly, "Then I'll trouble Brother Meng."

Meng Shenwen raised his eyebrows and said, "No trouble."

As he spoke, he went around behind Shen Qiumian and put the apron around Shen Qiumian's neck.

The rope around the neck was designed to be adjustable. After putting the apron on Shen Qiumian, Meng Shenwen leaned over slightly again, with his chin almost resting on Shen Qiumian's shoulder socket, and helped him adjust the length, "Is this length acceptable?"

"Yes." Shen Qiumian nodded slightly stiffly.

"That's good." Meng Shenwen nodded slightly, with his palms down, he grabbed the belt on his waist, and with a little force, Shen Qiumian's thin waistline was stretched out by the apron.

When wearing the belt, Meng Shenwen's fingers inevitably made contact with Shen Qiumian's lower back.

Feeling the tense muscles of the other party at that moment, Meng Shenwen suddenly laughed softly.

It seems that Shen Qiumian is not as calm as he appears on the surface.

After putting on the apron, Shen Qiumian wanted to run into the kitchen sullenly, but just as she took a step, she was grabbed by Meng Shenwen.

"Mianmian, don't you want to reciprocate the courtesy?"

Shen Qiumian coughed, "This... is actually unnecessary, right?"

"But I think it's necessary." Meng Shenwen's hand holding Shen Qiumian's wrist gradually moved down, and finally, he stuffed another apron into Shen Qiumian's hand, "Help me put it on, how about it?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shen Qiumian to respond, he turned around directly, and even opened his hands, as if waiting for the other party to help.

Looking at the apron stuffed into his hands, Shen Qiumian sighed, and finally shook off the apron, ready to put it on for Meng Shenwen.

The apron that Meng Shenwen had was also pink, but instead of a little black cat, it was printed on an animal that looked like a cat but not a cat, a tiger but not a tiger.

After seeing the animal's appearance clearly, Shen Qiumian couldn't help being shocked, it was exactly what he looked like when he turned into a monster.

"Mianmian?" Seeing that the other party hadn't moved for a long time, Meng Shenwen couldn't help turning around, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Meng." Shen Qiumian raised his head, with a very complicated expression on his face, "I have a question, I don't know whether I should ask it or not."

Meng Shenwen immediately said, "For me, there is nothing I cannot tell you."

"Then..." Shen Qiumian hesitated, "Why... didn't you tell me at first?"

Although the words were vague, Meng Shenwen immediately realized that what Shen Qiumian was talking about was about the Taoist couple's contract.

"Because this time, I want to chase you instead." Meng Shenwen raised his hand, stroked Shen Qiumian's cheek, and said softly, "That's why I didn't tell you immediately after I learned of your amnesia."

"About this, I'm sorry." Speaking of this, Meng Shenwen's tone was full of guilt.

Change me to chase you?

Could it be that in the world of cultivating immortals, it was Meng Ge who he took the initiative to chase after?

Shen Qiumian immediately understood the unfinished meaning in Meng Shenwen's words.

"I see." Shen Qiumian nodded, "Then... why did you suddenly decide to tell me?"

Meng Shenwen's thumb brushed against Shen Qiumian's ear, the other's body trembled suddenly, and he raised his right hand, but he did not stretch out his paw.

Leaning slightly, and touching Shen Qiumian's forehead, Meng Shenwen's voice was a little sighing and heavy, "At that time, if I hadn't acted decisively and told you about the Taoist companion contract, how could you trust me? I'm afraid you will kill yourself in the next moment, right? Just to return the so-called lover to me."

Shen Qiumian opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word in the end, because what Meng Shenwen said was indeed very likely to happen.

And this is enough to show how much the other party understands him.

"I'm sorry." Shen Qiumian said in a low voice.

"That's not your fault." Meng Shenwen kissed Shen Qiumian's forehead, and pressed Shen Qiumian's abdomen with the other hand, "Are you hungry? Cook first?"

"En." Shen Qiumian nodded, but pulled Meng Shenwen who wanted to get up.

Under the meaningful gaze of the other party, Shen Qiumian's cheeks were slightly red, and she put her hands around Meng Shenwen's back, and helped him tie the belt of the apron.

"Okay." After fastening, Shen Qiumian took a step back, and immediately ran into the kitchen.

The next moment, the voice of "Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk" came from the kitchen.

Cut the ribs along the bone seam, and then cut them crosswise into even small pieces. The kitchen knife in Shen Qiumian's hand danced quickly, and not long after, all the meat had been cut.

Meng Shenwen stood in front of the stove, and upon seeing this, drove Shen Qiumian to the living room.

"I can actually help." Shen Qiumian argued.

Meng Shenwen seemed to have remembered something interesting, and said with a smile, "Help fry the kitchen?"

Shen Qiumian: ...

"Is my cooking skills...so bad?" He murmured.

Meng Shenwen nodded affirmatively, "Yes! And more than once."

However, in the previous life, Shen Qiumian caused much more damage than simply frying the kitchen.

He remembered that once, when he was not by his side, Shen Qiumian almost burned the whole valley, and finally lost a lot of treasures to the spirit beasts in the valley.

Although Shen Qiumian couldn't remember these things anymore, he could guess from Meng Shenwen's expression. In order to avoid the tragedy of the kitchen being bombed, he could only sit back in the living room resentfully.

But sitting on the sofa and having nothing to do, Shen Qiumian suddenly remembered the group he joined out of curiosity, and immediately grabbed his phone.

As soon as she opened the penguin, Shen Qiumian couldn't help but stare at the 9999+ displayed on the group chat.If he remembered correctly, even if he was included in the group, there were only seven people, which was too chatty.

【Late Autumn and King's Sleep】

[A little pink flower: I'm so excited! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[A little pink flower: Not only signed autographs together, but also went grocery shopping together!Doesn't that mean!They already live together!I make a hundred bets!They must have applauded love! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Tenth level orthopedic player: +10086! 】

[Autumn Deer: + ID number! 】

As soon as she opened the group with such heavy news, Shen Qiumian's hands froze in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

When I came back to my senses, the topic in the group had changed again.

[Qiuxiang clicks on Bohu: I feel that someone must be blackmailing my family Qiuqiu on purpose!How could that cursive script be worthless!Is that man blind! 】

[A small pink flower: It is said that there are many people who are famous, but Qiuqiu is not popular yet, and there are already sunspots, and I feel tired. 】

[Qiu Lulu: Even if it's Heizi, it's just off the plate, and I haven't seen them complaining about actor Meng as shit! 】

[Tenth level orthopedic player: I wonder if Qiuqiu got in someone's way. 】

[Dash: It may also be jealousy, after all, Qiuqiu belongs to Brother Meng now! 】

[A little pink flower: It's useless to be jealous. Qiuqiu is capable and willing to work hard and is not afraid of hardship. With Meng Ge behind her, she can definitely become red. As for how red she is, that's up to her. said. 】

Shen Qiumian felt very embarrassed looking at the various positive comments posted in the group.But he couldn't directly say that he was Shen Qiumian, so telling them to stop boasting would definitely be more embarrassing.

I can only silently make up my mind to act well in the future and not let them down.

However, what is the cursive script they are talking about?

Could it be... Shen Qiumian's heart skipped a beat, is it the little girl who asked him for an autograph?

Thinking of this, a bad premonition suddenly crossed in Shen Qiumian's heart. He quickly opened Weibo, but after opening it, he didn't know how to find it.

So I immediately asked among the penguins——

[Hua Chuan Ting Yu Mian: What about... the cursive script? 】

[A little pink flower: Huahua, you are here~ Wait for me to send you a link! 】

Following the link and clicking in, Shen Qiumian was immediately shocked by the messy remarks on that Weibo.

***

Zhong Hanyan looked at the smoky comment section of her Weibo and the private messages filled with all kinds of yin and yang insults. Although she was so angry that she couldn't eat anymore, she still keenly noticed something was wrong.

After all, this wave of blackness is really inexplicable.

Although Shen Qiumian's fans have increased, they are still only a fraction of the popular traffic, so it's not too much to say.Zhong Hanyan really couldn't figure out who was so malicious to him.

In fact, many fans sent private letters to Zhong Hanyan, advising her to delete Weibo, but Zhong Hanyan still didn't want to delete it!If you delete it, in the eyes of those sunspots, wouldn't it be a guilty conscience?

Like Zhong Hanyan, there is also a little girl whose ID is Wuzhuliu. She is also fighting on the front line of science popularization.

She was born in a calligraphy family, and her grandfather was the president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Association. She has been fascinated by it since she was a child, and her eyesight is quite good.

Moreover, she thinks that she has used very simple and easy-to-understand words to popularize science, but some people just like to gossip about him, which makes the little girl sulking alone.

"Hey, who made my precious granddaughter angry again?"

An old voice came from outside the door, and the little girl got up quickly, "Grandpa! Why are you here!"

"If I don't come, who will make my precious granddaughter happy?"

As he said that, a hale and hearty old man walked in at the door. Although his head was covered with white hair, his complexion was rosy, and he looked healthier than many young people.

"Grandpa, you came just in time!" Liu Tong grabbed his grandfather's arm, pressed him on the sofa, and called up the photo on his phone, "What do you think of the writing?"

Liu Zhao took the tablet, and after seeing the words clearly, he couldn't help blurting out, "Good words!"

After finishing speaking, he observed carefully for a while, and couldn't wait to ask his granddaughter, "Tongtong, who wrote this word? Maybe I borrowed it for a look?"

Looking at the photos, the old man always felt that something was missing.

Hearing what his grandfather said, Liu Tong couldn't help but his eyes lit up, "Grandpa, aren't you preparing for a calligraphy exhibition recently? Can you see this calligraphy?"