MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 55 Start reading

When she was looking for Confucianism, she thought about it.

The Confucian language is correct. He is him, not Yu Muyuan. It is unfair to him to measure him for the things he has done.

The most important thing is that when she is worried that she can't find Confucianism, or if something unexpectedly falls into the river and drowns, she actually feels what is short-lived and fragile in life, if she is afraid of her And forever missed him, she will regret it for a lifetime.

At that time, she was thinking, if she could find the Confucian language immediately, she must not be so weak!

Then, the Confucian language appeared in front of her eyes.

The Confucian language did not seem to have thought that Lan Ning would agree so refreshed and stunned. He looked down and looked at her with that focused look: "Do you understand what I mean? It means to be with me."

He asked himself to answer himself. Lan Ning smiled helplessly: "Of course I know."

The pupil of the Confucian language shrinks slightly, and then the eyes are brighter. He unconsciously raised his mouth and revealed a moving smile: "Let's go back first."

"Okay." Lan Ning nodded and went back with him.

On the way, Ruan Confucius couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you know to call me by a mobile phone?" If they can contact each other, they don't have to worry so much.

Laning was a bit embarrassed: "Why should I borrow a cell phone?" She said, subconsciously reaching out and touching her bag, and then accidentally said, "Hey, I didn't even bring a cell phone?!"

Confucian language: "..."

"You don't even know if you bring your own mobile phone?" He even expected him to remember his number and call himself... The Confucian language thought it was a little powerless, but fortunately she found her.

Lan Ning also felt that it was his own intentions. He still had to speak for himself: "Even if I bring my mobile phone, it doesn't work. Your mobile phone has no electricity."

"My mobile phone is not always powerless. I can charge it when I go back."

"...I never thought you could go back."

Confucian language: "..."

"I have said many times that I am not a road idiot, and I don't think that your sense of direction is better than me." He slightly curled his mouth and seemed a little unhappy.

Lan Ning: "..."

She wisely chose not to argue with him on this issue, and bluntly turned a topic: "I listen to Yi Meng, you are going to the river to find flowers, flowers?"

The Confucian language touched a few flowers from the pocket of the clothes. The petals and leaves that had lost a lot of moisture, and hanged without any anger: "When you came out, put it in your pocket, put it for too long, no longer. Fresh."

Lan Ning looked at him with a sneer: "You found out that you almost lost yourself in the afternoon, and you found this thing?"

The Confucian language snorted and said: "I have already remembered the position. I will pick it up tomorrow morning."

"Do you really remember the position?" Lan Ning didn't believe it.

Ruan Confucius looked at her with a slight squint and called a photo from the mobile phone's photo album: "I also took a photo, is this flower right?"

Lan Ning took his mobile phone and looked at it. The photo shows that it was specially selected from the angle, and there are obvious reference objects around it, which can distinguish the geographical location.

"Well, that's it. I didn't expect you to find it."

Confucianism does not mean anything: "It is difficult to find a few flowers, but it is you. If you don't find me today, you don't plan to go back."

Lan Ning was a bit embarrassed by him. If he didn't find him tonight, she really planned to call the police directly: "How can I go back, you know that I am worried that you fell into the river and drowned?"

Confucian language: "..."

He was silent for a while and finally said, "I will swim."

"What is the use of swimming? Although the river is not in a hurry, there are so many stones. You can't see it in the big night. If you hit the head, you won't faint directly." During the time of the language, she had counted countless ways of saying Confucianism in her mind, scaring herself more and more scared.

Ruan Confucianism observed her expression for a while, and suddenly smiled: "I have been dead many times in your imagination? If you don't edit it, go to the mystery novel."

Lan Ning: "..."

The phone that speaks Confucianism rang at this moment. He looked down and saw Sun Yimeng.

"I have found her, and now I am going back." He explained the situation here and hang up the phone.

When the two walked back, Sun Yimeng was waiting outside. Seeing the two of them come over, she greeted her excitedly: "Cousin, cousin, you are finally back! If you don't come back, I will be killed by my mother!"

I don't know why, obviously her mother's waist is still hurting, but it does not affect her swearing at all.

Lan Ning raised her hand and knocked on her head, warning the truth: "Fortunately, the teacher has nothing to do this time, next time you let him run around?"

"No, no, I don't know at the beginning that my cousin is a road idiot." Sun Yimeng haha.

Confucian language: "..."

Lan Ning: "..."

Feeling that the words of Confucianism and taxation fell on him, Lan Ning smiled and pulled up Sun Yimeng's hand and walked inwardly: "From the afternoon to the present, I haven't eaten a meal yet, I am so hungry." ."

The Confucian language followed behind them and walked in silently.

Although this night was frightened, but fortunately, there was no danger, and Lan Ning finally got the courage to be with him, it was an unexpected gain.

The next morning, the Confucian language and Lan Ning went to the river again to find the rare flower.

Because the photos of the Confucian language played a big role, the two found a place with almost no detours. Laning picked up a few of them with great enthusiasm and was still ready to take it back for bookmarking, but this time, I will never forget to take it away.

The few words that the Confucian language gave her yesterday, she did not throw it away. She found a small bottle to smash the flowers and added the water for a night. The flowers were really much better than yesterday.

When the Confucian language saw her pick up almost, she called her back. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped and reached out to her: "Give me your hand."

Lan Ning still holds the flower in his hand and gently rubs his eyebrows to see him: "What?"

"Take you."

Lan Ning: "..."

"Why are you holding it?" She snorted, don't go too far.

The hand of the Confucian language is still unrelenting in the air: "Isn't the most basic hand in love?"

Lan Ning thought for a while and went up and handed his hand to him.

The Confucian language clasped her slender fingers and the corners of her mouth slowly bent.

Lan Ning had some awkwardness at the beginning, and it was getting more and more natural.

Surrounded by beautiful flower fields, the air is a faint fragrance, and there is a cool summer breeze on the head. It is a person you like. Lan Ning feels that her girl's heart is skyrocketing, ah, really love is still very beautiful.

She couldn't help but raise her head and smiled at the Confucian language.

The eyebrows of the Confucian language moved invisibly, and looked down at her: "Don't laugh at me inexplicably, so I will want to kiss you."

Lan Ning: "..."

She was speechless, and she seemed to have played with her heart. She deliberately went to ask him: "Is it just that I have been jealous of me?"

"..." The Confucian language is silent.

Lan Ning regards her silence as the default, and her heart has a special sense of accomplishment: "Haha, it’s not only you can be a sister, walking on the rivers and lakes, and sooner or later there will be a day of being desecrated."

Confucianism looked down at her: "So, do you know what happens after a man is detained?"

......

I don't know if I really want to know. ^_^

The two men walked hand in hand and walked back. Sun Yimeng saw them coming back. I wanted to call them to eat watermelon, but after seeing their hands clasped, they swallowed them back.

God, did she make a marriage? She is simply a modern cupid, old man!

"Cousin, cousin, are you coming back?" Sun Yimeng looked at them with a sly look. "Come on watermelon, just cut, sweet."

"Okay!" Laning likes to eat watermelon most, and walks up with the words of Confucianism.

The little coward cut a few pieces of watermelon on the plate and pushed them to the front.

"Oh, it's really sweet!" Lan Ning took a bite, and the ripe watermelon was full of juice and sweetened directly into the human heart. She handed a piece of watermelon to the Confucian language, and they sat at the window and ate.

The wind chimes on the top of the head were blown by the breeze. Laning spit out the melon seeds in his mouth and kicked the feet in the air with the feet of the sandals: "The summer is so good, there are so fruits to eat, I really want to stay here. ."

The little coward behind him heard it and smiled at her: "Then you resigned, come here to help us."

Lan Ning turned his head and made a face to him, and turned his head again. Sun Yimeng picked up a piece of watermelon and squeezed them in front of him: "Cousin husband, you didn't mean to help us re-write the house number, now the store is empty, do you want to write this?"

The Confucian language nodded: "Yes."

He washed his hands and Sun Yimeng prepared the paper and pen for him. Lan Ning's little coward is also on the lookout, although he knows that Confucianism is a writer, but the writer's words can not be written well! He does not believe that the words of Confucianism can be much better than him.

When the first sentence of Confucianism fell, he knew that he had lost. The pen, the trend, the force, all of which can be seen as long-term practice, although the person who speaks Confucianism has always given him a feeling of being alienated. But this time he picked up the brush and it really took a few more books.

"Cousin husband, your words are really good, more beautiful than my father wrote!"

Lan Ning’s little coward listened to Sun Yimeng’s saying that although she was not very happy, she could not refute anything. After speaking the Confucian language, Sun Yimeng looked forward to him and looked forward to him: "Can you give me a few words?"

"Yeah." There is not much to say in the Confucian language. After simply responding, I took a complete piece of paper and wrote the words "Future of the Future" on the paper.

"Thank you for the blessing of my cousin! I want to stay in the bedroom and encourage myself!" Sun Yimeng took over the words of Confucianism.

The little coward also slammed the iron and said: "Write me a copy, I want to make a fortune!"

Sun Yimeng took a look at her eyes and felt that her father was too vulgar, but the Confucian language quickly wrote a lucky fortune for him.

Lan Ning saw everyone, and also followed the wind and said Confucianism: "And me!"

The Confucian language looked at her and wrote the pen on the paper.

After receiving the pen, Lan Ning looked at the three words above and stopped.

--marry me.

Lan Ning: "..."