"When it comes to Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, the author of "The Promotion of the Ming Dynasty", his deep research on the history of the Ming Dynasty really makes me admire him. If one day I can get to know him in real life, I must worship him as my teacher!" Zi Su clenched his fists with extreme admiration.

"Old man... is an apprentice?" Song Ming blinked and asked carefully: "Sister Zisu, you just said that you have never seen anyone before. Why are you so sure that Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, the author of "The Promotion of the Ming Dynasty", is an old man? Can't he be a middle-aged man or a young man or even younger? If he is about the same age as you, would you still be an apprentice?"

"Tsk..." Zisu glanced at Song Ming with contempt, with an expression that you, a child, knew nothing. Finally, he said: "Although I have never met, how could a person with such profound research on history be the same age as me? Even middle-aged people cannot, because I have already verified it from many sources. I am not afraid to tell you that my grandfather is an expert professor in this field. Some of the descriptions in the book seem ordinary, but grandfather told me that the author's descriptions are well-documented. The more I study, the more I feel that the historical and cultural knowledge of the Ming Dynasty contained in the book is so profound. Therefore, my grandfather concluded that the author must be an authority in the study of the Ming Dynasty in my country. Without decades of dedicated research, it would never be possible to reach the current level!!!"

Song Ming listened to Zi Su's explanation in a daze. He never expected that he would just write a novel to earn some pocket money. It attracted the attention of experts and professors in Ming history and gave such high praise.

"That... Sister Zi Su, let's give an example. Suppose this author is an elite student from the history department of a famous university. He has a very young age and has also studied the history of the Ming Dynasty. He will ask his tutor for advice when he encounters problems during his writing. Finally, he wrote such a work. Do you think it is possible?" Song Ming asked inducely.

"This..." Zi Su was stunned when she heard this, thought for a while, shook her head and said, "It is unlikely that a novel can make every detail description withstand scrutiny, and it will never be possible without writing it. As you said, if this author is just a student who has a lot of research on the history of the North Korean country, then he may be able to take into account some obvious descriptions of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but if every tiny detail is well documented, it is absolutely impossible!"

Song Mingdan was in pain. It seemed that Sister Zi Su was aware that Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng, the author of "The Promotion of the Ming Dynasty", was an old guy. This situation was a bit bad! It seems that when she talked to her on QQ in the future, she would not let her think of herself as an old guy who was already in her twilight years. That would be too scammed. Even though her psychological age did reach that level, her body was still young!

"Uh, okay, I'm just assuming, and Sister Zi Su, you're just guessing that anything can happen in this world. Maybe the author we are discussing is a genius child of the same size as me, not necessarily!" Song Ming said meaningfully.

"Haha, little brother Song Ming, you are so funny!!" Zi Su had always been unaware of what reservedness in front of Song Ming. She laughed regardless of her image and said while laughing: "Let's not mention the awesomeness of "The Promotion of the Ming Dynasty", just say that a little kid as old as you is probably still playing with mud. She may not even read the novel, let alone write novels!"

Song Ming didn't expect Sister Zisu to believe that unless he was willing to provide evidence to disclose his identity now, let alone Sister Zisu, no one could believe such a ridiculous thing. The reason why he said this was to lay the groundwork in the future. His identity could be hidden for a while but not for a lifetime, and there would always be a day of public disclosure. If Sister Zisu asked him angrily, he could also answer today's chat content. It's not that I won't say it, but I have given you a big hint, it's because you didn't guess it yourself.

"Hehe, it's all speculation anyway!" Song Ming smiled and said, "Sister Zisu, have you added a friend of the author's QQ? Haven't you asked such a question on QQ?"

Zi Su shook her head and said, "I haven't been adding a friend for a long time and I don't chat much, so it's hard to ask about this."

"Oh, that's the case, then you can find a suitable opportunity to ask!" Song Ming said casually.

"Well, although I think the author is 90% old, but what you said is reasonable with Song Ming little brother. Anything in this world is possible. It is better to ask the author himself to verify it personally." Zi Su nodded and said.

Song Ming deeply agreed with this.

While the two were having a lot of chatting, a classical music mobile phone ringtone suddenly rang from the side...

A lifetime of pride and passion

Generations of heroes' book

The sect has the honor to have a beautiful son

The teacher's ethics first proves the son's son

The city's eyes are in mind

Watch the flowers in the city and enjoy the fragrance

Wandering in the beauty of the world

Life and death are also called king

...

Zi Su picked up the new Apple phone, glanced at the caller ID, and smiled and said, "It's your sister Fei's phone!" After that, he pressed the answer button.

Three minutes later...

"I said to Song Ming little brother, your sister Fei won't come back tonight. I'm too bored by myself, so don't go back. How about staying to be a companion to chat with my sister??" Zi Su hung up the phone and asked quite expectantly.

"Of course, Sister Fei has already told me that I have been with you, Sister Zi Su. So, before I came, I told my mother that I would stay with Sister Fei to rest if I didn't go back tonight." Song Ming said with a smile.

"Ah... this Liu Feifei is still playing this trick!" Zi Su snorted indignation.

Song Ming blinked his eyes and expressed no comments.

"Okay, it seems that it's getting late now. Brother Song Ming, wait for his sister to change her clothes and go out for a midnight snack with you." Zi Su looked at the time and said.

"Yes, OK!" Song Ming nodded.

...

Ten:40 p.m.

"No, no, I'm eating too much, little brother Song Ming, come and get the key to open the door." Zi Su stroked her stomach that was so full and said unsatisfied: "The other things in your place are not very good, but why does this midnight snack make it so delicious?"

Song Ming burped, then took the key from Sister Zi Su's hand and opened the door, saying, "That's right, the late-night snacks in our place are famous. You can't eat many delicious foods during the day, and only people will come out to business at night."

"Oh, I'm dying of my sister. I wouldn't have eaten that half a bowl of wontons later. Brother Song Ming, come and help my sister quickly!" Zi Su said with an exaggerated expression.

Song Ming was naturally happy to serve this task, responded with a smile, and then came over to hold Sister Zi Su's waist with both hands without hesitation. Although he was separated by his clothes, the thin T-shirt could not hide the slippery and warm feeling at all. This intimate contact made Song Ming's heart warm.

Zi Su was originally intended to ask Song Ming to come and support her hand, but she didn't expect that the little guy would just support her slender waist without asking. Fortunately, Song Ming was an eight-year-old brat in her eyes, so she had no disgust except for a little awkwardness.

When he returned to the hall, Zi Su fell on the sofa and refused to get up. He kept muttering that he was trying to hold his sister to death. Song Ming scratched his head, thinking if it was so exaggerated. Although both of them had eaten a lot just now, they probably wouldn't be able to hold it to this level!

"Sister Zisu, you won't be so uncomfortable, right? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Song Ming asked with some concern.

Zi Su gave him a blank look, lay on the sofa and stroked his stomach, and snorted: "Don't talk nonsense at every child, what hospital should I go to? In order to maintain my figure, my sister always only eats 60% to 70% full, but she is almost 100% full tonight, so I don't allow me to complain?"

"..." Song Ming was speechless. Sister, it turns out that you are still full of 100% yet???

"By the way, little brother Song Ming, please help me take my laptop over. The author didn't know what happened these days, so I couldn't come out and picked up monthly tickets. The monthly ticket that was far ahead was already approaching and might be surpassed at any time." Zisu said complaining.

"Uh..." Song Ming walked over and took the white apple notebook to Zi Su, and said ashamed: "Maybe the author has had some personal matters these days, so he has no time to bubbling!"

Si Su sat sideways and took the laptop and turned it on, saying, "Even if that's the case, at least I have to be at Piaotian Wenxue Station. She said, "I remembered that when you say that, this author is really different from other authors. I have never seen him reveal any private information. The confidentiality work is done too well."

Song Ming blinked and was about to speak, but he was interrupted by Zi Su's scream...

"No way???"

Song Ming was startled and asked, "Sister Zisu, what's wrong?"

"Monthly tickets were over!!" Zi Su was so excited that she sat upright, her face turned red and screamed: "Sister, I just went out for a midnight snack. When she came back, she dropped from the first place in the new book monthly tickets to the fourth place. This is too fantasy!!!"

"Uh..." Song Ming was also quite surprised when he heard this.
Chapter completed!