Chapter 44: Start reading

After returning to Ye Cheng, Lan Ning carefully took out the skirt she had bought for her. Looking at the two skirts lined up on the bed, Lan Ning thought for a while.
Ok, this new one seems to be so beautiful.
Next to the clothes, there was a signature book that was just given to her by Confucianism. Lan Ning took the phone out and took a photo of the signed page and put on Weibo.
Cauliflower v: got the sample book of "Death Message", the printing of the United States and the United States will be fully listed at the end of the month, when the National Xinhua Bookstore can buy ~ [Figure]
"嗷嗷嗷 signature book!! Fortunately, the teacher's words are so beautiful!!!"
"Edit your fake public! You are here to show off the signature book!"
"I didn't even grab the seal version. [Goodbye]"
"Please ask for another 10,000 handwritten signatures, thank you [smile]"
"Wow, you and the teacher of the fortunate teacher are finally born!"
Lan Ning: "..."
What baby!
She slammed the phone on the quilt and took the hair band to wash it.
The next day she rushed to Starlight Park on time. Since its establishment, Starlight Park has been hosting a music festival for the first time, causing many people to come and watch. Lan Ning in the dense pile of people, finally found Ye Cheng.
"Scorpio, knowing so many people, we will change places." Lan Ning is a bit helpless. Although the music festival is held outdoors, it can't stand many people. With such a large piece of land, there is no place to go.
Ye Cheng did not expect that there would be so many people. He looked around in a circle and said to Lan Ning: "There are still a lot of activities today. Would you like to go somewhere else?"
"Yeah." Lan Ning couldn't help it. Although the show was about to begin, she really didn't want to crowd people here. The guests didn't have Mo Zhen.
"Is it better to sit down and eat honey?" she proposed.
Ye Cheng thought about it and nodded. "Good."
There are a lot of flowers on the road to sell all kinds of flowers, Lan Ning all the way to see, thinking about buying a heart to go back to plant.
"Is that flower pretty good?" she asked casually, thinking about what kind of flower she was. Ye Cheng looked at her hand and smiled at her and said, "You wait."
He went to the place where the flowers were sold, bought a small bundle, and tied it with a special rattan rope. Lan Ning watched him pay the money and walked in his direction. At this time, just the wind blew, Ye Cheng's black bangs, the eyes were as clear as the sky.
Lan Ning suddenly thought of the rhetoric of Confucianism, ah, so he named himself a blue sky.
"Editor." Ye Cheng did not know that she had come to her side and smiled and called her. "I heard people say that the author will have special feelings for the first editor who signed up. I don't know anyone else. What is it, but I really like editing. Do you want to stay with me and be with me?"
Lan Ning stunned, although she had a faint feeling that Ye Cheng was not very natural about her, but she didn't want to be cheeky in this direction. After all, she was five years older than Ye Cheng. She was really embarrassed to go. I think that a small fresh meat of the right age will like myself.
But now she has to face up to this problem, Ye Cheng's eyes are too serious, if you fool the past, it is a disrespect for other people's feelings.
What's more, she originally wanted to make this thing clear to him today.
She licked her lips slightly and looked at Ye Chengdao: "As an editor, of course I want to go with you all the time, but other things, I can't do it."
Ye Cheng’s nephew instantly fainted a lot. He hanged his mouth and asked, "Is it because of the teacher?"
"...what?" Lan Ning was inexplicably panic. "Why do you want to say this?"
Ye Cheng smiled shallowly and smiled: "After all, I am also a person who writes mystery novels. This insight is still there."
Lan Ning's mouth smashed up, is her feeling so obvious? If even Ye Cheng is aware of it, then the Confucian language must be more aware of it?
...so is he so confident in front of himself?
"Oh..." Lan Ning felt that her throat was dry. She coughed and some didn't dare to look at Ye Cheng's eyes. "It doesn't matter to the teacher. I just... I don't like boys who are younger than me. You are only 20 years old this year. There are still a lot of uncertainties in the future. People like me, 25 years old, are looking for people to go to marry."
After she said this, both of them were silent, and the crowds coming and going and the breeze that occasionally passed through seemed to have nothing to do with them.
Lan Ning couldn't hold the atmosphere. After all, Ye Cheng was still a little boy in her eyes. Will she leave any shadow on him?
She desperately wants to find a topic to ease the situation at the moment, even if there is a few pale words to comfort him. But as soon as she bumped into Ye Cheng’s eyes, she couldn’t say anything.
In the end, Ye Cheng first opened his mouth: "Have you seen Robert Franklin's "Dandelion Girl"?"
Some of Laning’s awkwardness: "What?"
Ye Chengdao: "The heroine of the story comes from the future after 240 years. She met the male protagonist who was forty years old in the woods. The two of them admired each other and had feelings for each other, but the actor had a wife at that time. The two have never crossed the border. One day, the heroine’s time and space machine failed, leaving only the last opportunity to shuttle. She did not return to 240 years ago, but returned to 260 years ago, the actor was twenty years old. One year. Then she married him."
Lan Ning unknowingly was told by Ye Cheng’s story: "You mean, the wife of the actor at the age of forty is actually the heroine?"
"Yes." Ye Cheng smiled. "This is a very brave girl. As the story says, she is not sure if she likes her man when she is 40 years old. Is it the same when she is twenty?" I would like her, but she went without hesitation. Fortunately, the ending is complete."
Lan Ning did not say anything, Ye Cheng continued: "Time is sometimes so wonderful. If you meet me, I am not twenty years old, but like a lucky teacher, I am already a mature man, I have written many of this best sellers. Book, would you choose me?"
Lan Ning is a little moved, I don't know if it is because of this story, or because of Ye Cheng's words. She was silent for a while, and finally just looked at him: "There is not so much in the world. If I meet, you are twenty years old."
Ye Cheng chuckled: "Yes..." He actually envied the heroine in the story. At least she had a time machine and a last chance.
The concert has already begun, and the atmosphere in Starlight Park is very warm, but it does not dissolve the stiffness between Laning and Ye Cheng. When Lan Ning thinks about this state, she can't go to him to eat cake with sugar. Since everyone has already made it clear, then let's end this embarrassment as soon as possible.
"I will go back today, I am sorry..." Lan Ning and Ye Cheng said apologize, and did not wait for him to respond, then turned and went in the opposite direction.
Ye Cheng looked at her back in the back and finally screamed: "Edit."
Lan Ning stepped down and looked back at him.
Ye Cheng has been indulging for a moment, and the corner of his mouth once again evokes the most familiar warmth of Laning: "One day, I will become a master."
One, do not lose to the master of the fortunate teacher.
Lan Ning groaned and then smiled at him: "Well, come on!"
This weekend, because of the rejection of the small fresh meat Ye Cheng, Lan Ning was also affected by the emotional home for two days.
On Monday, it was another working day. When Lan Ning stepped into the company, she felt that everyone’s eyes were full of infinite ambiguity. She smoked her mouth and went to her own position.
Sitting on the opposite of her very gossip male colleague, stood up and clicked on her computer: "I heard that you went shopping with your lucky teacher on Friday?"
Lan Ning: "..."
Apple! ! !
She turned her head and looked at the apple next to her, and the apple was smashed twice by the bread in her mouth: "Don't do this, affecting digestion."
Lan Ning vigorously grasped her wrist and lowered her voice in her ear and asked: "You are not saying that you will not tell others!"
"I... didn't tell, I just... said that I missed my mouth."
Lan Ning: "..."
"In the group chat." Apple added.
Lan Ning: "..."
She wants to die.
The group chat that Apple said is a small group built by several editors and friends. The number is actually not many, but ... can't stand everyone's big mouth!
This circle is just a few people coming and going. This matter has been easily spread in the editorial department. Even the authors have heard a lot!
Today, she sent a message to condolences to her author. She remembered them one by one, and later focused on their drafts. But the strange thing is that the Confucian language has never responded. It is reasonable to say that his author group should also be spread.
At this time, the authors of the Confucian language are talking about the wind.
Nineteen 哉: The owner, you will say, when will you send a wedding invitation, I will pick the time to travel abroad. :)
Cloud light: Hahahahahahahaha beautiful, take me one!
Mu Bai: People with their wives and children, you are also very interested in [digging the nose]
Blue sky wash:............Q.Q
Before the blue sky was washed out, the Confucian language originally did not intend to deal with this group of people, but at this time, he specially took a head in the group.
Fortunately: Don't worry, no matter where you are, I will send the wedding invitation to the past, it is so intimate. :)
Nineteen: Hehehe, can I send you a red envelope with Q.Q? Just use the way you like the most. :)
[The group leader opened the whole member forbidden]
Fortunately: [password red envelope] Are you saying this way?
Fortunately: [password red envelope] I really like it :)
Fortunately: [password red envelope] a thousand pieces, take flowers :)
Ye Cheng: "..."
The first time he saw the episode of psychosis, he was deeply shocked. Fortunately, the teacher of the teacher is a bit broken.
He took a screenshot of the symptoms of Confucianism and sent it to Laning. When Laning first saw his avatar, he was a little embarrassed, but after reading the content...
Cauliflower:......:)
Cauliflower: I have already told you that I am far from the teacher, he has rabies. :)
The blue sky is washed:............
The blue sky is washed: edited, I sent a message to you.
Cauliflower: What?
The blue sky is washed: yesterday's flower [poor]
Cauliflower: Oh, thank you...
Lan Ning feels fortunately across the Internet, otherwise they certainly can't chat like this.
She received the courier before she got off work. It was the bunch of flowers yesterday and there was a small card on it. Lan Ning opened it and looked at it. The card surface was written with a pen and a small print.
The day before yesterday, I saw a rabbit; yesterday, it was a deer; today, it is you.
This is what the heroine in the "Dandelion Girl" said to the actor. She made this story last weekend.
She thinks that this is Ye Cheng’s official confession to her. This flower and card is a kind of commemoration. She spit out a breath and took the flowers and cards to work.
Walking to the door of the community, she saw the Confucian language from afar. Confucianism is sending a courier at the door. When she saw her, she said hello: "Is it off work?"
"Yeah." Lan Ning curiously glanced at the things in his hand. "Teacher, what are you sending?"
"Book." The Confucian language picks up the pen and continues to fill in the courier. Lan Ning walked over and saw that he was sending a sample book of "Death Message": "Do you want to send it to a friend?"
"not friend."
Lan Ning groaned and sneaked a peek at the courier that he filled out, and the recipient wrote it - Yu Muyuan.
Lan Ning: "..."
He has gone abroad, the teacher has not let him go!
"Why are you sending it to him?" Laning was quite speechless.
Confucianism raised his eyebrows: "I made him look out of the mirror. If he can't see it, isn't that meaning?"
...not he is also your book fan, he must be visible, hehe and so on.
"How do you have his address?"
Confucianism is an understatement: "Is it hard to know this kind of thing? Just ask someone to find out."
Lan Ning: "..."
"But who sent the flowers in your hand?" The words of Confucianism fell on the flowers held by Laning. When she came over, he saw them.
Lan Ning almost concealed the flower behind her back: "No, I bought it myself."
The eyebrows of the Confucian language moved, and suddenly he looked at the right side with amazement: "What is that?"
Lan Ning gave a glance at it, and when she spoke of Confucianism, she took the flowers in her hand.
Lan Ning: "..."
Why is she so simple?
"You give it back to me!" Lan Ning wanted to grab it, but it was easily escaped by Confucianism.
"Is there a card?" The Confucian language smiled and raised the card, and the small pen written in a pen clearly fell into his eyes.
Although there is no signature on the card, he knows that it must be Ye Cheng.
"Peanuts sent?" He looked up at Lan Ning, and the nephew smiled sarcastically. "This is Robert Franklin's "Dandelion Girl", even the love letter must be copied?"