Song Leizi has indeed thought about asking the academy students to write a story based on him. He has already thought of the name, Pretty Widow Falling in Love with Me.
But the problem was that the students at the academy thought the content was too vulgar and wouldn't help him write it, so the idea failed.
Until recently, a story suddenly spread in the academy.
This gave Song Leizi hope.
Because Song Leizi discovered that the protagonist in this "Cinderella" story was surprisingly similar to him. He was tall and handsome, and was also called Mr. Song. Didn't this refer to him?
And I think back when he was pursuing his wife, he was not a hero who saved the beauty and was not afraid of dangers, so he won the beauty back.
Therefore, the story of "Cinderella" was able to be printed out in pamphlets so quickly and spread in the small town, and even gradually spread outside the town, and Song Leizi was indispensable.
It's just that Bu Fan doesn't know these things.
He only knew that Song Leizi had had several pamphlets sent to him today for no apparent reason. When he saw the contents, his first reaction was that the story was based on Song Xiaochun and Yang Yulan.
Although there are many fantastical contents in it, there is only one main line, the love story of the protagonist breaking through the shackles of the world and marrying a widow.
This makes people speculate whether there is some evil intention in the story?
Okay, maybe he's overthinking it.
At this moment, Xiaoman was holding a broom and flipping through the booklet curiously, his face full of speechlessness.
In fact, she received a sign-in task for cleaning housework today, but when someone sent a pamphlet, she looked at it out of curiosity, but she did not expect that the content would make her speechless.
"These people are really good at editing. It's so simple, but they've written so many pages. How much content is there?"
Xiaoman couldn't help but complain, shook his head, and closed the booklet.
"Then you've finished reading it?" Bu Fan said with a smile.
"I'm not just sitting idle!" Xiao Man retorted.
"You have nothing to do? Then you can take out the furniture in the house and wash it!" Bu Fan joked.
"Then why don't you go wash it!" Xiaoman pouted and said dissatisfiedly.
"Didn't you see that I'm very busy now?" Bu Fan picked up the booklet in his hand.
"What kind of busyness are you doing? Reading?" Xiaoman couldn't help but asked.
"You guessed it right, I'm just busy reading. Don't underestimate reading. As the saying goes, books have their own golden houses, and books have their own beauty. My current achievements are all due to reading!"
Bu Fan warned with seriousness and sincerity.
Xiaoman: "..."
"Sure enough, my godmother is right. A humble person is invincible. Only a shameless person can say such high-sounding words?"
Xiaoman cursed in his heart.
"Don't think I can't hear you talking about me. Clean the house quickly. Mr. Hong will be here in a while. Didn't you say you have questions to ask him?" Bu Fan said with a smile.
"Hmph! Don't scare me with Mr. Hong!"
Xiaoman snorted softly and went to clean the house.
"Master!"
Suddenly, a soft voice came.
Bu Fan raised his eyes and took a look.
At this moment, I saw Fan Xiaolian standing in front of the courtyard door. Now Fan Xiaolian's dress was a little different from before, she looked like a lady.
"That's right, I'm at the fourth level of Qi refining stage!"
Bu Fan praised her, and Fan Xiaolian's fair face turned red.
"It's all well taught by Master!"
Fan Xiaolian lowered her head and spoke in a sweet voice.
"I didn't teach you anything, but you have a good talent!" Bu Fan shook his head.
“Still self-aware!!”
Xiao Man stood under the eaves with a strange look, glanced at Bu Fan, and held a broom in his hand, "Xiao Lian, you came just in time, come in and help me!"
"Okay, Sister Xiaoman, Master, I'm going to help!"
Fan Xiaolian said goodbye to Bu Fan, rolled up her sleeves, and ran into the house. Just now she looked like a lady, but in the blink of an eye she turned into a diligent little girl.
Bu Fan waved his hand, leaned on the bamboo chair, and read the booklet in his hand.
…
In the house.
"Looking at your outfit, the Song family treats you well, right?"
While cleaning, Xiaoman looked at Fan Xiaolian. Fan Xiaolian was dressed in brocade and satin, with a hosta in her hair, just like a young lady from aristocratic families.
"Yeah, my grandparents are very good to me!" Fan Xiaolian nodded repeatedly.
"Grandpa and grandma have already been called, so when you call Song... uncle, don't you have to call me dad?"
Xiao Man originally wanted to say Song Xiaochun, but when he thought it was not good to call him that, he immediately changed his mind and asked jokingly.
Fan Xiaolian blushed, "He asked me to call him dad, and my grandparents entered the Song family's genealogy for me the day before yesterday. I will change my name to Song Lianhua from now on!"
"Now that the genealogy is in, I will call you Miss Song from now on!" Xiaoman clicked his tongue.
"Sister Xiaoman, you should call me Xiaolian. I'm not used to it if you call me Miss Song!" Xiaolian waved her hands anxiously.
"Look how anxious you are!"
Xiaoman thought it was pretty good to tease Fan Xiaolian when she had nothing to do.
After that, I asked Fan Xiaolian some recent things, and Fan Xiaolian answered them one by one.
Now that Fan Xiaolian has integrated into the Song family, both Mr. Song and Mrs. Song treat her very well, which makes Fan Xiaolian truly feel the warmth of her elders.
Listening to Fan Xiaolian's happy expression when talking about the Song family, Xiaoman was also happy for her.
Fan Xiaolian in this life is very innocent and seems harmless to humans and animals, which makes people have the urge to protect this silly girl.
Suddenly, Fan Xiaolian saw a brochure on a table.
Fan Xiaolian is familiar with this booklet. After all, this booklet is very popular in the town. It can even be said that every girl and woman in the town has a copy.
Moreover, Mrs. Song told her about this booklet last night.
Because the story in this booklet is based on her parents.
"Sister Xiaoman, have you also read this booklet?"
Fan Xiaolian's long eyelashes fluttered and she looked at Xiaoman curiously.
"After reading some, the content is very boring. I don't know who can write such a boring story!" Xiaoman didn't even raise his eyelids.
"I heard it was written by Dean Zhou." Fan Xiaolian thought for a while and said.
"puff!"
Xiaoman choked, "Are you saying that the story in this was written by my godmother?"
"I heard what my grandma said unintentionally, and I don't know if it's true?" Fan Xiaolian shook her head and said a little uncertainly.
"No wonder this story is so gripping and touching, it turned out to be written by my godmother!" Xiaoman immediately praised.
Fan Xiaolian: "..."
"By the way, what did Uncle Song say to your mother that night? Is it really the same as what is said in this pamphlet?"
Xiao Man looked at Fan Xiaolian with some curiosity. To be honest, Song Xiaochun, who could only wield a sword, would not be able to say such disgusting love words.
"No!"
Fan Xiaolian shook her head, "That night, my father and my mother only said one thing!"