MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 63 Start reading

"yes!" Nineteen and Mubai whispered and clap their hands and celebrated. "Look at the tips on the computer."

However, it is disappointing that after the computer is turned on, it is an ordinary desktop, and even the background is the kind that comes with the system.

"I thought that there would be a video like it after opening. White is excited." Mu Bai sighed.

The words of Confucianism are carefully swept away from the icons on the desktop, hoping to find any clues. Nineteen 哉 is also looking at the desktop icon, like squinting at the thoughts: "The icons on the desktop are normal, the system time is right... you look at the files she recently browsed."

"I am planning to do this." When the Confucian language said this, the folder was opened with the mouse. One of the documents that Laning recently browsed was a word document. The Confucian language was opened and looked at. It is an ordinary novel manuscript. There are also several pictures below the word, which are also the first drafts of the novel cover.

Nineteen can not help but sigh: "Your wife is really dedicated, still working on the eve of marriage."

Mu Baidao: "Is it related to these manuscripts or covers?"

"Should not, these novels and covers have not been published yet, and it is not appropriate to use the clues." Confucianism minimizes the folder and opens the browser to check the history.

The top one is at nine o'clock last night, the most suitable for the honeymoon.

Nineteen sly smiles and pats the shoulders of Confucianism: "Come on, write down these ten places and take her with you."

The Confucian language did not care for him, just looked at the page and looked at it. The ten places summarized here are almost all abroad, and Laning could not be there. He looked at his eyes and forked.

"There are ten places in the city that are worth visiting.

The end of the earth landlord. Wood White pointed to the screen, "She may be in one of them."

Nineteen wrinkled and frowned: "The scope is a bit big, even if we all go out and look for it, it's too late." He said, blinking. "If you just call her directly."

"Oh, her mobile phone is here for us." Dai Qing took Lan Ning's mobile phone in his hand and shook it in front of them.

"Oh." Nineteen 哉 appointed to go back and pressed twice on the keyboard. "Let's see if there are any other tips, the bride should not play so much."

Here are some miscellaneous forums, or Weibo and a treasure, as well as TV series.

"Ah!" The 19th scream suddenly called.

Both Mu Bai and Confucianism looked at him and seemed to be waiting for him to say his new discovery. Nineteen said: "My wife is also chasing this TV series."

Confucian language: "..."

He turned his head again to look at the history, then the scorpion gently moved: "I know where she is."

Nineteen questions asked: "Is that ten places?"

"The ten places are deliberately misleading us." He did not explain more and turned and went out. "I am looking for her now."

Nineteen screaming called him: "Are you going alone? Then let's go to the hotel to help you entertain guests?"

"Ok."

"Is the bride's parents with your father?"

"Well, on my uncle's side, I almost went to the hotel at this time."

Nineteen nods and nodded: "Then you drive a car, remember to pay attention to the time, if you have any questions, please feel free to contact us."

"Yeah." The Confucian language took the car key and walked downstairs.

Because it is a wedding car, the front cover of the car is also decorated with dried flowers and ribbons. The Confucian language has not been cleaned up and the car has been driven out.

Laning is sitting on a hillside watching the scenery under the mountain. The weather in October was not too cold, but the wedding dress on her body was too thin, and she felt chilly when sitting on the mountain.

She rubbed her arm with her palm and whispered, "How can the teacher not come... I can't really find it..."

Hey, she shouldn’t listen to the group of girls who are afraid of the chaos of the world, what kind of reasoning game to play, if the rhetoric can't find her, delay the wedding time, what can I do?

Hey... wait another ten minutes. If the teacher hasn’t come yet, she will find a passerby to call him by mobile phone...

When Lan Ning just thought of it, he heard someone yelling at her back: "Lan Ning."

Laning’s dawn is slightly bright, and she can’t hear the mistake. It’s a Confucian language.

She turned and saw a man in a suit. She finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You are finally here. I don't know if I will come again."

The Confucian language couldn’t help but chuckle and walked over to her and sat down: "Why do you still play with them?"

Lan Ning flatned his mouth and said: "Isn't everyone saying that our marriage is too fast! They said that you can't make your wife so easy, so you have to marry you!"

The eyebrows of Confucianism are slightly embarrassed: "Are we getting married? Are they thinking about my feelings when I say this?"

"Hey, it’s a lifetime." Lan Ning smirked twice and suddenly sneezed.

The brow of the Confucian language wrinkled, took off the jacket of his suit and put it on her body: "Where is it bad, go to the mountain, what should I do if I have a cold?"

Lan Ning licked his nose and looked at him with a slight bend: "How did you find it here?"

Ruan Confucius gently rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the shoes on her feet: "I saw you bought a pair of sneakers online, that is the pair you wear now. When we went to the gym last time, you I said that your shoes are new, I don't think you will buy another pair so soon, so this should be the clue you left for me."

Lan Ning blinked: "Even if I buy a pair of sneakers, it doesn't mean I am here."

"Buy sneakers, indicating that the place you are going to is not suitable for wearing high heels, then the most likely is to climb the mountain. And there is still a little..." The Confucian language bent over and picked up the "countdown" in her hand. "In this book The hero and the protagonist know each other on the mountain."

Lan Ning gave him an applause: "It’s a good teacher, it’s not bad." She took the "countdown" back and spread it out, with a dry flower bookmark inside, which was the kind of flower that she helped her before. "I just read this book and decided to go hiking in Japan."

"That's really good." The Confucian language whispered. "I also went to Japan to climb the mountain because I wrote this book."

"Countdown" is his third single novel, arranged in chronological order, just in front of "Death Message", which is the last book he wrote and helped him.

"Why did you choose this novel?" He sat next to Laning and looked at her sideways.

"Well..." Lan Ning thought for a moment and said, "One is because we met in the mountains. Second, I think this book is not the same as your other books."

"Countdown" in the many books of Confucianism, the word of mouth is not good, most readers think that this story is slightly dull compared to his other novels. Although the plot setting is still very clever, the pattern is too small, limiting the development of the story.

The Confucian language smiled and said: "When a book is completely written, this is no longer a story of your own. Many people put their feelings on it, and sometimes the reader will even influence its ending. But for the author, it is not the story he originally wanted to write. If the Enron Detective series is written for the reader, then the "countdown" is written for myself. Write it completely according to my own preferences. Consider sales and not consider readers."

Lan Ning still has a deep understanding of his words, at least one author, because the reader's pressure has changed the ending of the story. She thought about it with her knees and asked the Confucian language: "So will Wu Hao die in the end? If you write him to death, the reader will definitely riot."

Confucianism reluctantly smiled: "So sometimes, the author is really tired." He stood up from the ground and patted his pants. "But now the urgent task is to hurry to the wedding scene, really I have to enter the countdown."

"Oh." Lan Ning laughed and gave him the blazer on his body and stood up. "Is my skirt dirty?"

Ruan Confucianism looked around her: "It's okay."

"Is it?" Lan Ning moved a little bit. "Fortunately, when I chose a wedding dress, I changed it a bit. Otherwise, I can wear it here today."

"So there is nothing to toss."

Lan Ning: "..."

She picked up the skirt of the wedding dress, picked up the high heels placed on the side, and turned a blind eye to the Confucian language: "Go."

Confucianism supported her and went down the mountain.

Lan Ning is still thinking about the story of "Countdown". The actor in the book is the same as the Confucian language. He has divorced from his parents and never saw his mother again. She hesitated for a moment, still could not help but ask for the exit: "Today's wedding, your mother did not participate, would you feel sorry?"

The Confucian language is stunned, and then the tone is cool and cool: "Some people, it’s good to be in a lifetime."

Lan Ning was lightly moving and did not speak any more.

The two of them walked around the mountain for more than ten or twenty minutes, and finally found something wrong: "How the road down the mountain is not the same as when you come!"

Lan Ning looked at the Confucian language, and the brow was like a knot: "We will not get lost again!"

They all blame them for being absent-minded, she should not ask that question.

Confucianism looked at her sideways and her expression was very serious: "I have never lost my way."

Lan Ning: "..."

Do you have to fight for this at this time?

"Well, Mr. Confucian, who has never lost his way, please take me down the mountain, we must not catch up with the wedding!" Lan Ning now regrets to die, how can she make a bunch of bad friends, at the wedding I have to pit her.

I thought that the bride and groom would not be there at the beginning of the wedding banquet... Don’t even think about it, the picture is so beautiful!

The phone in the Confucian language rang, it was called by the 19th.

"Where did you go? There is still a half-hour wedding banquet to begin! Are you two ready to escape?"

Ruan Confucius licked his lips and promised to calmly ask: "We may not be able to get back, can the wedding be remote?"

Nineteen: "..."

Lan Ning: "..."

"Oh, I am going to ask the ceremonies." The 19-year-old "啪" hangs up.

Lan Ning was really anxious. He panicked and said: "What to do, they are really dying of them! After they get married, I have to hang them like this!"

Confucianism said: "You think too much, I think they certainly have no chance to get married."

Lan Ning: "..."

Too malicious. :)

After the Confucian language received another call from his father, the two men rushed to find a way in the mountains. I don't know because they didn't know how to go too far, or it was close to lunch time. There was really no one on the mountain. They didn't even meet anyone who could ask for directions.

Lan Ning gave up the hope of authenticity: "I knew that I had a wedding at the church on the other side of the mountain." It might be ok to run.

As the saying goes, the bell of the church rings.

Lan Ning: "..."

When finished, her wedding was completely ruined.

There is no love in life.

Confucianism also frowned, then pulled Lan Ning and smiled at her: "In this case, we can only be self-sufficient."

"what……?"

Lan Ning hasn't reacted yet, and Ruan language has taken her hand and put it in her heart: "Ms. Laning, would you marry me as a wife?"

Lan Ning's mouth moved, and his eyes filled with a smile: "I am willing. Then you, Mr. Confucian, would you like to be my wife?"

"I am very willing." The Confucian language bowed her head and fell a kiss on her curved eyebrows.

For the rest of my life, please also give me a lot of advice.

"The book has its own Yan Ruyu" finished