"The source of ancient books is hand-copying, and the Dunhuang Sutra is a national treasure."

"If you can write a volume of scriptures, there is no need to make new trends in the business world."

In the study room of Siheyuan, Zhang Kun was like a teacher in a private school in ancient times. He held a book in his hand and shaking his head to recite. Behind the desk, Qi Xiangyang followed Zhang Kun to study seriously.

In the air, Yao Zhiping smiled at the two of them, spoke from time to time, pointing to the contents of the book to explain, while Zhang Kun always acted as a microphone to convey Yao Zhiping's words to Qi Xiangyang without missing a word.

Yao Zhiping taught seriously and Qi Xiangyang learned carefully, but Zhang Kun was bored, but he had no choice but to do anything about it.

After all, no matter how difficult the promised thing is, you have to work hard to achieve.

Time passed little by little, and outside the mahogany window in the study, a ray of sunset spread out, accompanied by a burst of music.

"Time ripples slowly, like the faint fragrance of the moonlight, and the sound of the piano is like a dream clothes..."

The music sounds from far to near, from the distant open space, climbed over the wall, crossed the window, and floated into Zhang Kun's ears.

When Zhang Kun heard this familiar music coming, he knew that it was almost six o'clock.

Turning around and looking at the sunset outside the window, hanging from the top of the mountain.

Zhang Kun smiled and closed the book in his hand: "Okay, let's get here today and have a rest."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang!" Qi Xiangyang stood up respectfully.

There is a small open space two hundred meters outside the Siheyuan, which is a place for vendors to sell during the day and a place for middle-aged and elderly people to rest at night. Of course, the square dance of Chinese aunts is indispensable.

When you reach this point every day, the basic music will start to slowly ring.

The music is not loud, at least it will not disturb people's livelihood. However, teaching under music is not appropriate.

So at this time every day, Zhang Kun was the microphone that had been a day, and finally he could rest.

Zhang Kun put the "Antique Calligraphy and Painting" in his hand back on the bookshelf, and when he was about to leave the study, he suddenly heard a ringtone from behind him.

"Time ripples slowly, like the faint fragrance of the moonlight, and the sound of the piano is like a dream clothes..."

Zhang Kun was slightly stunned, turned his head and looked at Qi Xiangyang behind him with an embarrassed look on his face, and stood there at a loss.

Zhang Kun smiled and said, "Why, I haven't gotten tired of listening to this music every day?"

Qi Xiangyang scratched his head with a little embarrassed expression, and then explained in a low voice: "I was a little uncomfortable when I first listened, but I listened too much every day and thought it was quite nice, so I put it on a ringtone for my phone. If my senior brother doesn't like it..."

Before Qi Xiangyang finished speaking, Zhang Kun smiled and waved his hand: "There is nothing you don't like. If you like, keep it and answer the phone first!"

Qi Xiangyang nodded quickly, cut the answer button and heard a few words, then hurriedly delivered his phone to Zhang Kun: "Senior Brother Zhang, it's Boss Hou's phone number, I'm looking for you."

Zhang Kun was slightly stunned, and then took the phone call: "Boss Hou, good evening."

"Zhang Kun, isn't your phone on your body? You have been ringing several times, but no one answered it."

"The cell phone, oh, it's probably put in the bedroom. Why, what good things do Boss Hou have to say hello?"

"It's nothing, I've just disappeared for a few days. Please have a meal together. I've asked Tang Xinhua to have a meal together. Everyone can have a meal. Do you have time?"

"Boss Hou, please greet me. If you don't have time, you have to have time, you have time."

Zhang Kun smiled, and then the two of them talked about a place and hung up the phone. Zhang Kun took Qi Xiangyang and greeted the chef and left the courtyard.

After walking for a while, I came to the main road, and then called a taxi, the two of them went straight to the private restaurant that Boss Hou mentioned.

The capital's transportation is also well-known for its congestion across the country, especially during the rush hour at night, which is even more severe.

Zhang Kun was sitting in the taxi. After hearing a music in the taxi played for the third time, Zhang Kun turned to look at the driver, chuckled and said, "Master, do you like this song too?"

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. When he heard Zhang Kun’s question, he turned his head and smiled, and then continued to look forward.

"It's okay. I've seen many friends listening to this song recently, so I'll do it. It's not very nice, but it's still acceptable. Just listen casually. If you don't like it, I'll change it for you."

As he said that, the driver reached out to the operating table with one hand, and Zhang Kun hurriedly said, "Don't, just let's just listen to it anyway, and it feels okay. I just think that many people seem to be listening to this song recently."

"That's right, this song has become popular recently. I don't know how it came out. It seems to be everywhere all the time. Many people sing this. I've read the recommendations from my friend, so I'll listen to it."

"It feels okay. I didn't get used to it at first, but it's good to listen. In fact, it's quite pleasant. Time slowly ripples, like the faint fragrance of the moonlight..."

The driver sang casually, Zhang Kun smiled, then turned to look out the window.

At this time, the taxi happened to pass by a large square. On a huge electronic display screen on the square, the song "Moonlight" was also playing. On the screen, a slightly familiar figure of Zhang Kun danced happily under the dancing of several tall girls.

Fu Zhe….

At this time, in a studio and on the lighting stage, Fu Zhe was wearing a straight casual suit, with a makeup artist doing the final instrument for Fu Zhe, and an assistant next to him explaining Fu Zhe's performance content for a while.

Listening to the assistant's words, Fu Zhe nodded from time to time, but suddenly, the assistant paused and pointed at Fu Zhe's face in panic: "Brother Fu Zhe, you, you're bleeding from your nose."

Fu Zhe was slightly stunned, then lowered his head and wiped his nose with his hands, and a bright red color appeared on his hands.

The assistant next to him hurriedly found a tissue and handed it to Fu Zhe. Fu Zhe thanked him with a smile, took the tissue and wiped it, then kneaded the tissue into a small piece and blocked it in his nostrils, then looked at the assistant who looked panicked.

"It's okay. Maybe I'm a little busy recently and I'm getting angry. Just take a break. I'll go lying in the bathroom."

After saying that, Fu Zhe took the remaining tissue next to him and walked towards the bottom of the stage.

In the bathroom, Fu Zhe locked the bathroom door and then came to the mirror.

The tissue blocked under the nose was already red. Fu Zhe took it gently, and a bright red sprayed down his lips and chin, dripping continuously.

Fu Zhe looked at himself in the mirror and his face was silent.

Hold on, it’s soon, you can complete it soon, persist...

A few minutes later, when Fu Zhe returned, there was no trace of blood on his face. He found a makeup artist to make up a little, and then stepped onto the lighting stage again with a smile on his face.

Ten minutes later.
Chapter completed!