MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 53 Start reading

Confucianism calmly accepted the praise from the cousin: "You are the cousin of Laning? Hello, my name is Confucianism."

"Speaking brother is good!" Sun Yimeng said with great enthusiasm, and heard her mother's voice twitching from the house.

"Laning is coming?" She wore a pair of sandals, and both hands were behind her waist and walked out extremely slowly.

Sun Yimeng rushed to meet her: "Mom, you are all here and come out to make fun!"

Lan Ning also went up in two steps and took two steps. She looked at her as a little girl, and the waist did not hurt very badly: "Small, you are lying on the bed when you are inconvenient."

Lan Ning Xiaoxiao smiled and said: "I heard that you are coming today, I want to see it earlier." When she finished speaking, she turned to look at the Confucian language. "Is this gentleman?"

"Hello, hello." The Confucian language came forward and politely said hello to her.

Lan Ning: "..."

Don't call it so fluently.

However, at this time, she couldn't take care of correcting his name. She and Sun Yimeng held her little left and right, and carefully walked in.

The Confucian language followed them behind, and the decoration in the room was the same as the outside. It was a small fresh color, and there were many flowers and plants. The house has three floors. Laning went into the innermost room on the first floor, and the Confucian language did not follow.

He looked around on the first floor, and Lan Ning came out from the inside and greeted him: "You live on the third floor, there is a room on it."

"Yeah." The Confucian language carries the luggage and goes upstairs with her. The decorative walls on the walls of the corridor are fixed at intervals. They are all special pastoral styles. The house number of the room was named after the flower. Lan Ning led the Confucian language to the room where the pear was written, and stopped: "You live here."

The Confucian language nodded and asked her, "What about you?"

Lan Ning pointed to a room opposite him: "Haicang."

The Confucian language smiled and said: "This name is interesting."

Lan Ning reacted for a moment before he understood what he meant, and he said to him angrily: "How do you go down like Su Dongpo!"

"I boast that this name is well written, what is the relationship with Su Dongpo?" The Confucian language looked at her in a frank manner.

Although Lan Ning was angry, but knowing that it would only be her loss after she discussed it, she swallowed this breath: "You can pack up yourself, and I will go down and see what needs to be helped."

"Yeah." The Confucian language sighed and his eyes fell on the house's house. The house numbers are made of wooden frames, and a white paper inside, with a brush on the name of the flower. The Confucian language looked for a while and told Lan Ning who had already reached the stairway: "Who wrote these words?"

Lan Ning turned around and saw him watching the house number, then he sighed: "It was written by my little coward. He used to write some brush and wrote it himself, but I have always thought that he wrote it. good looking."

Confucianism is fair and decent: "It is really not very good looking."

Lan Ning: "..."

"If you need to, I can help you write all the house numbers again. It is a room rate."

"Really?" Lan Ning looked at him with surprise. He had seen his words, but it was ten times more beautiful than a little coward! No, twenty times! "I can be very happy if I can get the teacher's ink treasure!"

"I don't think it's a treasure, after all, I am not a calligrapher."

Lan Ning accidentally picked up his eyebrows: "Oh, it is rare to see the teacher so modest."

The Confucian language laughed and pushed the door open: "When you need to write, tell me."

"Good Le." Laning promised to run downstairs.

This homestay was run by her little sister and little coward. The little coward was responsible for the food at the hotel because of the good craftsmanship. Xiaoxi was responsible for management. The two husbands and wives also took care of it here.

The business of summer vacation is always very good. Laning stayed downstairs for a while and has already received several appointments.

Sun Yimeng changed her mother's waist for a second time, and ran out with Laning gossip: "Cousin, continue to tell me about my brother-in-law!"

Lan Ning gave her a blank look: "I said that he is not your cousin, so what do you do with such intimacy?"

Sun Yimeng looked at her with a corner of her mouth: "I really don't understand, the cousin is so handsome, are you still picky about it? They brought people here. Do you dare say that you have no meaning for him?"

"What do you know when a child knows it?"

Sun Yimeng sighed twice: "Yes, I am a child, you are already a 25-year-old aunt."

Lan Ning: "..."

"I heard the second sister said, the cousin is a writer, but she forgot to tell my mother the pen name." Sun Yimeng pulled Lalanin's hand. "What is the pseudonym's pseudonym?"

Lan Ning took a copy from the bookcase behind him and put it in front of her: "Hey."

Sun Yimeng looked down.

"...The cousin is fortunate?!" Sun Yimeng stunned in amazement. "I said that I always saw you both flirting on Weibo. It turned out to have a leg!"

Lan Ning: "..."

When did she flirt with him on Weibo? Didn't she do the most to push his manuscript?

"Fortunately, you are still abandoning the teacher. Do you know how many people call his gods under Weibo every day!" Sun Yimeng stared at her as if she was condemning her violent things.

"I don't dislike him... well, I really dislike him." Lan Ning thought of his fancy draft, he couldn't love him. "Do you know the ending of an editor and a author of a draft? Or The author submitted the manuscript, or both of them died."

"..." Sun Yimeng was silent. "So you have to find another way and make a positive result with him, so that he will not let him go to bed."

Lan Ning: "..."

It sounds a bit reasonable.

"But fortunately, the teacher is so handsome, obviously can rely on his face to eat, you have to rely on talent!"

Lan Ning: "..."

At the time of the meal, she called the Confucian language and ate together in the dining room. The little coward talked with him very much, especially after knowing that he was a writer, he was even more impressive.

Lan Ning wanted to be a little coward who knew that the words he wrote were rejected by him, and his good feelings must be lowered.

At night, someone in the B&B had to stay very late. The little coward of Laning asked her to go back to the room to rest, and she stayed downstairs and watched.

The night in the country was very quiet. The next day the sun just came out, Lan Ning woke up in the bird song. The little coward has been busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Lan Ning went to Sun Yimeng to wake up and went downstairs to help. After a busy morning, I was a little idle.

After talking about the Confucian language with them, Sun Yimeng smiled and asked: "Cousin husband, it is rare to come here, or you and Lan Ningjie go out to play around, here I am guarding, you guys Come back when you have lunch."

The Confucian language did not directly agree, but asked for Lan Ning’s opinion: "What do you think?"

Lan Ning thought for a moment: "Well, this time is not busy anyway, we will come back before lunch."

Sun Yimeng listened to her promise, and happily proposed: "Then you go by bike, it is more convenient."

There are bicycles in her homestay that are exclusively for tourists, and the rent is calculated on an hourly basis. Of course, they are free to lend to Laning.

There are single and double bicycles. Sun Yimeng tried to ride them together, but Laning insisted on riding one.

After Lan Ning picked up the bicycle, some people did not worry about the Confucian language: "Would you ride a bicycle?"

Ruan Confucius said to her: "Do you think that I can't even have such simple transportation?"

"...no, no, I'm just sure." She got into the car and rode her out. The Confucian language followed her behind the car and walked side by side with her.

In the morning, the temperature is not high and the sun is mild. It is suitable for cycling around the countryside. Lan Ning hasn't been riding a bicycle for a long time, and he is also very excited. He is happy to introduce the scenery along the way with Ruan language. Occasionally I saw very beautiful flowers, and the two would park the car on the side of the road and take pictures with their mobile phones.

The Confucian language also took a picture and turned to Lan Ning: "Let's take a photo together."

"Okay." Lan Ning took care of his hair and walked to the Confucian language. She just happened to speak the shoulders of Confucianism and looked up at the phone he was holding up.

The background is a flower field, and a few white clouds float in the blue sky.

When the Confucian language was pressed by the breeze, the shutter was pressed, and the arc of the rising angle of Lan Ning's mouth was recorded.

"Wow, it’s pretty good, teacher, are you often taking pictures yourself?"

Lan Ning tweeted in the side, and the Confucian language enjoyed a photo, and set it as a mobile phone desktop.

Lan Ning is a bit embarrassed: "You can use your own photos as a mobile phone desktop. You are not ashamed."

Confucianism said: "Otherwise, screensavers are fine."

Lan Ning: "..."

"Nineteen 哉 told me to set up a photo of myself and my lover on the table, so that when others look at it, they know that you are already a master. You can block a lot of peach blossoms." The photo was sent to Lan Ning. "You also set it as a desktop."

Lan Ning: "..."

No, she likes her current desktop! She doesn't want to see her face on the desktop at all! Very good!

She said that she was slow and she looked at her incredulously: "Why don't you know how to set up the desktop?"

Lan Ning: "..."

:)

"I will help you." The Confucian language took her mobile phone and helped her set the desktop two or three times. Lan Ning looked at the face of the phone with the icon, and silently changed the desktop back.

Confucian language: "..."

Lan Ning pressed the phone and said to him: "Is the face blocked, or set it as a screen saver."

The frown of the Confucian language suddenly stretched out, and the corner of his mouth slowly bent. "It makes sense, then I have set it up as a screen."

After he made the screensaver, he looked at himself and Laning’s "couple screensaver" and put the phone back into the bag in a good mood.