MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 23 Start reading

Laning made a total of three dishes and one soup. After she put the dishes on the table, she said that the Confucian language had not responded.

She looked in the direction of the sofa, and it was quiet. Slightly wrinkled his eyebrows, and Lan Ning walked over to discover that the Confucian language had fallen asleep on it.

The bangs in front of him slid down softly, covering the eyelids slightly, and under the thick eyelashes, there were two shallow projections.

Although it is the same person, the spoken Confucian language is definitely a hundred times better than the awake speech.

He won't start taunting at you, and he won't talk to you. He sleeps like a picture, and he is a dream prince.

Lan Ning looked around for a while, raising his hand and taking two shots on his shoulder: "Hey."

She called him and the tone was not very gentle.

The Confucian language has never slept well, and when she is so called, she will wake up. His eyelashes fluttered slightly and opened his eyes to look at Laning in front of him.

It seems that it was because he just woke up, his eyes were awkward, and Lanning was so looked at him, and his heart was a little bit flustered: "The rice is ready."

"Well..." Confucianism is very light, and the lazy voice sounds more magnetic than usual.

"Dinner." Lan Ning dropped the sentence and quickly turned away.

The Confucian language sat up from the sofa and looked at her back and smiled silently.

He took a hand and walked to the opposite side of Laning. There was no conversation between the two at the dinner table, only to concentrate on the dishes in front of him. Although Lan Ning did not ask, but I felt that this vegetable is better than what she usually eats. Is the vegetable here special?

Thinking about her, she decided to eat a few more.

After the meal, Lan Ning refused to wash the dishes. Since the rice was made by her, the work of washing dishes should naturally be borne by Confucianism.

The Confucian language did not say no to wash, but yawned and went upstairs: "I have been driving for a few hours in the morning, a little tired, go to bed for a nap, put the bowl there."

Lan Ning: "..."

Ok, then put it there, anyway, this is not her home.

She lifted her luggage and went upstairs: "Where is my room?"

Confucianism looked at her sideways: "You can choose whatever you like."

Lan Ning snorted and opened a door, it was a study.

......

As the saying goes, the study also has a lot of bookshelves, but it is much lower than the living room.

She looked around for a week and closed the study door. After walking a few steps, she stopped in front of the other door and was about to open the door. The casual voice of Confucianism was passed from behind: "This is my room, if you want to live with me." I don’t mind if I have a room."

Lan Ning: "..."

"Don't shame," she whispered, opening a door opposite. This is the bedroom, yes.

"I have lived here." Lan Ning looked at the door for a while and then went in with her luggage. The room is large and the lighting is very good, and there is a big bed that looks super soft. Lan Ning went to the window and looked out.

The trees in the mountains have been stretched far into the distance, and the sights are full of green and green.

"It's really good here." She walked back from the window and began to pack things up. It should be cleaned regularly, the furniture is clean, and there is no dust.

She simply sorted out her luggage and lay down on the bed with some tiredness. It was too early to get up in the morning. Although I was sleeping in the car when I came, I was still a little sleepy.

Just take a nap, and come back to the teacher to write a man in the afternoon.

When I felt awakened, it was almost four o'clock, and Lanning was shocked and bounced. What does four points mean? It means that you can have dinner in a little while, eat dinner, and you can sleep after a while, so this day, it is so ruin!

She slammed downstairs, and her footsteps sounded a bit infiltrated in an oversized room.

When she arrived at the living room, what she saw at first sight was a clean table. The bowl that was piled there at noon had been washed, and the dishes that had not been eaten were taken away.

It seems that the Confucian language is already up?

She took the last step and looked around.

Confucianism sits at the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a laptop in front of it. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a manicured lawn, his shadow is reflected in the window glass.

Lan Ning opened his eyes in an incredible way. He was actually writing a manuscript? Could he really come here to find inspiration?

She walked lightly, standing behind the words of Confucianism and aiming at his computer screen.

"Are you standing behind me, wanting to peek at my manuscript, or attacking me?" The Confucian language did not look back, but it was clear that he had already noticed Lan Ning behind him.

Lan Ning snorted and said: "I just don't want to bother you." She said, then glanced at his computer, making sure that the word document was opened, and then he said, "Let's write slowly. I call you when I have dinner."

She made some special intentions at lunch, just thinking that she could have a hot meal at night. Although the Confucian language was dissatisfied after seeing the dishes on the table, it was eaten.

After cleaning up the tableware, the time was still relatively early. Laning forced the Confucian language to continue to write the manuscript, but he was a little idle. Although there is something in the villa, she doesn't know if there is any signal, and the TV seems to have nothing to look at.

She strolled around the living room's bookshelf, picking a book that had never been read in an assortment of books, and took it out to continue reading.

I don't know if the environment here is really suitable for reading. Lan Ning has tried several times of books, and this time I finished reading it smoothly. The night has been completely lowered, and Laning looked out through the glass window, and the dark night sky could see the stars.

It’s hard to see so many stars in the city, she put the books in her hand back to the bookshelf, opened the door and went out.

The surrounding woods were black and lacquered. Looking at some ghastly, Laning stood in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows and dared not to walk out of the range of light.

She lay down on the grass and looked up at the galaxy in the sky.

When I was in middle school, the constellation was popular among the classmates. Laning also followed the wind to remember the patterns of the various constellations. But now she thought carefully, only to find that only the pattern of the Big Dipper left a strong memory in her memory. One stroke.

She is still trying to identify the stars above her head, and the Confucian language has come to her side unconsciously, looking down at her: "You are lying here like this, not afraid to be taken away by the wolf?"

The sound of his coldness scared Laning and jumped. Laning "Yeah!" screamed and sat up on the lawn: "Is there a wolf?"

The Confucian language looked at her like a smile: "Is it strange to have a wolf in the mountains?"

"But here is the development zone, there can be no wolves!"

The Confucian language hangs with a smile, sits on the lawn, and lay down.

Lan Ning looked at him like a good friend, and looked around the woods with vigilance. The surroundings are very quiet, only the sound of worms and the rustling of the accidental wind, but just said the Confucian language, she always feels that the wolf will burst out of the woods in the next second.

"Is there a wolf?" She slammed the arm of the Confucian language.

The Confucian language looked at the starry sky above his head and smiled and replied: "Don't you say there will be no wolves in the development zone?"

Lan Ning's brow moved two times. She felt that the fortunate teacher was so shit, and the wolf must have slandered him first. After so much relief for herself, she lay down on the grass again.

Her head glared at the head of the Confucian language, separated by the distance between the two palms.

The Confucian language was slightly over-the-top, and after looking at her, she regained her gaze.

"Do you recognize the constellation?" Lan Ning looked at the stars in the night sky and asked the rhetoric around him.

Confucianism asks: "What do you recognize?"

Lan Ning raised his hand and pointed to a few stars: "The Big Dipper."

The Confucian language laughed: "The southeast of the Big Dipper is the shepherd's seat, and the south is the Leo." The Confucian language also raised his hand and made two strokes in the air. "The brightest three of the shepherd, the leo and the virgo The stars form a triangle, which is the spring triangle. If you add the Chang Chen of the next hound, it will become a big spring diamond."

"Hey, big diamonds." Lan Ning followed him twice.

The Confucian language retracted his hand and said faintly: "Because the figure after the connection is like a diamond."

"Oh, it seems to be a bit." Lan Ning went to see the Confucian language, and the Confucian language just turned her head and collided with her gaze.

Both of them stunned, and Laning’s hand stopped in midair, some stiff.

... the distance of the trough, if you can't hold it, you will kiss it!

Lan Ning violently took back his hand and sat up on the lawn.

"Cough." She coughed twice and looked down at the watch on her wrist. "It's not early, I went to sleep."

The words of Confucianism slowly fell on her watch, and the corners of her mouth were invisible. "In fact, I wanted to ask a long time ago. Is this the watch that I bought with my couple?"

He said to lift his left hand and shook his cuff slightly.

The same large dial, gold surface, black belt, and even the same brand. The only difference is that he is a male model and she is a female model.

Lan Ning: "..."

This is definitely a coincidence.

"This is a classic model, many people wear it, huh, huh." Lan Ning climbed up and patted the grass clippings on his trousers. "I am going back to the house, good night."

The Confucian language heard the sound of opening the door, and also said to the starry sky above the head: "Good night."