After beating Yan Ruyu away, Lan Ning sat alone in the dining room and finished the fried rice.
Probably because the stomach was full, those swaying tree shadows no longer looked scary. Lanning returned to the room with the flashlight, fell on the bed and fell asleep.
When I opened it again this time, it was already daylight.
The first thing was that it was not down. Lanning pressed the power on the wall, but the lights in the room still did not turn on.
Well, maybe it's too early, and it took a lot of time for the maintenance crew to get here.
She washed her face, changed her clothes and went downstairs.
Yan Ruyu is sitting leisurely in the living room drinking coffee, bread and jam are still on the table. Lanning walked over and saw a bruise on the left corner of his mouth at a glance.
"Pfft." It seems that what I did last night was really a bit heavy.
Well done!
Yan Ruyu heard her laughter and glanced sideways at her: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I just think you are very handsome today." Lan Ning suppressed a smile, trying to make his eyes look more sincere.
Yan Ruyu pursed the corners of his mouth, and there was a trace of pain when he touched the wound. He picked up a book at hand and began to read in silence.
Lan Ning looked at the coffee cup he put on the table, and asked a little strangely: "How do you make coffee without electricity?"
Ruyu Yan asked, "Coffee cannot be made without electricity? Before the invention of the electric coffee machine, how do you think humans made coffee?"
Lanning: "..."
Do early morning needs be so sharp...
She walked towards the kitchen in silence, and saw the siphon pot on the cooking table. Oh, it turned out that it was cooked with an alcohol lamp.
There was still some coffee left in the jug, which seemed to be still steaming. She held the handle and poured it into the empty coffee, which was exactly the amount of a cup.
When she walked back to the living room, she heard Confucianism say: "Modern people really rely too much on high technology."
Lanning: "..."
She wisely chose not to express her opinion. After spreading some jam on her own bread, she asked Yan Ruyu on the opposite side: "When will you call?"
Yan Ruyu turned a page of the book in his hand, and replied without looking up: "I don't know, I called the administrator this morning and he just said as soon as possible."
Lan Ning frowned slightly, a little worried: "Then how do you write the manuscript? Is your computer still powered?"
"There should be some electricity in the battery, just wait a little longer, and the call should come in the morning."
"oh… "
Without electricity, the computer is like scrap iron. Confucianism manuscripts and outline materials must all be stored in the computer, so she can't come in a hurry even if she is in a hurry.
The two of them read books all morning in the villa, and the electricity still didn't come on after lunch. Lan Ning was really anxious now: "What should I do, there is still no electricity, have you finished your manuscript?"
Tomorrow is the date of death given by the editor-in-chief. If she can't receive the manuscript, the editor-in-chief won't care if it's because of a power outage!
"Wait, I'll call the manager again." Yan Ruyu used the landline of the villa to dial the manager's number, asked a few words, and hung up the phone.
"How is it?" Lanning looked at him eagerly.
Yan Ruyu said: "The management said that the staff is still rushing to repair it, which seems a bit tricky."
Lan Ning frowned, and complained to him: "It's all your fault! What are you doing here in the deep mountains and old forests? Now that there is no electricity, how can we write manuscripts? Why don't we hurry back to City A now? Maybe it’s still too late!”
Yan Ruyu glanced at her indifferently: "It's fine to go back to City A, but I may not want to write after I go back."
Lanning: "..."
Where did you write a manuscript with so many cutscenes!
But in the past two days in the villa, Yan Ruyu was more active in writing manuscripts than ever. If he really stopped writing after returning home, then... he might as well just be drunk here.
Lan Ning raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled at him like he saw through the world: "Well, anyway, March is the recruitment season, congratulations, I can finally get rid of you and get a new life."
Yan Ruyu watched her silent for a while, then suddenly went to the bookshelf and searched: "That's why I said that modern people rely too much on high technology, have you forgotten that words can also be written with pen and paper. "
When he finished speaking, he happened to take a stack of paper and a pen from the bookshelf.
After finding a brand new bottle of ink on the bookshelf, Yan Ruyu sat by the window and began to write. Lan Ning walked around him, a little excited and a little worried: "Is it really all right? Do you remember the outline materials?"
Yan Ruyu raised his eyes and looked at her: "Don't confuse me with you, the things you said are all in my brain."
This was the first time that she felt very happy when she was hurt by words of Confucianism: "That's good! You write quickly, I won't bother you anymore!"
The speed of handwriting is not as fast as typing, but now Lanning at least sees a glimmer of hope, and feels that the world is full of love.
She was sitting on the sofa, looking at Ruyu Yan who was writing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
His sitting posture is very upright, and his pen holding posture is also very standard. When he was a child, he must have been pulled onto the podium by the teacher as a model. Speaking of which, she has never seen him wearing glasses, maybe his eyesight is very good
There are very few literary youths like this who do not wear glasses. Yan Ruyu does have the bookish temperament of a writer, but it may be due to his personality. He still has a unique characteristic in his bones.
Lan Ning couldn't tell what it was. When they first met, she felt that he was withdrawn and indifferent, and he didn't have many friends at first glance. After getting along with him, she fully realized how shameless and cheap a person can be. This kind of person, no one wants to go to the construction site to move bricks. :)
Time passed with the rustling sound of Yan Ruyu's pen tip and the paper surface, and the sun outside the window gradually moved westward, slowly elongating Yan Ruyu's shadow.
"It's done."
The sudden voice of Yan Ruyu broke the silence of the room. Lan Ning froze for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the time, it was already past four o'clock.
Yan Ruyu sorted out the manuscript and handed it to Lan Ning. Lan Ning walked to the table and took it with some dullness.
When people are extremely happy, they will probably lose their voice temporarily. Lan Ning opened and closed his mouth several times before finally shouting: "Oh my god, my god! I can't believe it! I received the manuscript!"
And it's still a manuscript, the teacher's manuscript!
Lan Ning was so happy that she wanted to fly: "It's not easy, I really want to tell the whole world that Teacher Xing Xin has submitted the manuscript!!"
Confucianism: "..."
Did he really push her too hard
"Hmm..." He simply responded, closed the pen, and shook his hand lightly.
Lan Ning was still holding the stack of manuscripts in her hand like a treasure. The Confucian words were beautifully written, but she couldn't tell what typeface it was, and it had his own style. Holding the manuscript, she happily praised: "Teacher, your handwriting is really good!"
"Well, because I have been practicing since I was a child." Yan Ruyu said, standing up and exercising his muscles, "I can also write calligraphy very well."
"Really!" Probably because he had just handed in the manuscript, Lanning's admiration for him reached an unprecedented height.
Yan Ruyu looked at him sideways, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled and said, "How about I write your name and give it to you?"
"May I?"
"Of course." Yan Ruyu said and went to find rice paper and brushes. The bookshelves in the living room were like the pockets of Doraemon, as if everything could be found there.
He finished the ink, picked up the brush and started writing on the paper. Lan Ning watched with bated breath, full of anticipation in his heart.
Oh, the teacher's calligraphy, I still wrote my own name!
Then she saw that Yan Ruyu wrote the three words "cauliflower" very beautifully and smoothly on the paper.
Lanning: "... :)"
"Why, don't you like it?" Yan Ruyu asked a little troubled when he handed the paper to her.
Lan Ning smiled at him and said, "Teacher, since the manuscript is finished, let's hurry back to City A."
Yan Ruyu sighed slightly, and put on that "I really can't do anything with you" expression again: "Then let me write a new one."
He picked up the pen for the second time and began to write on the unfolded white paper.
Lan Yao, stroke by stroke, clearly appeared on the paper.
After he wrote, he blew gently before lifting the paper on the table: "How?"
Lan Ning actually blushed a little because the other party wrote her name. She felt that she might not have been in a relationship for too long.
"It's very nice, thank you." She took the copy and rolled it up, "By the way, is there a brown paper bag here? I'll put the manuscript in it."
Yan Ruyu thought for a while, and said, "I'll go look for it."
"Oh." Lanning stood there waiting for him, and her eyes fell on the pair of "cauliflowers" inadvertently. She thought about it for two seconds, then folded the word "Na" two or three times, and put it in her bag.
"I found it." Yan Ruyu really found the brown paper bag and brought it to Lanning. Lan Ning put away his things carefully, and then said to him, "I'll go up and pack my things, and I'll be down right away."
As she said that, she ran upstairs, because she didn't bring many things and packed them up quickly. After going downstairs, she found that Yan Ruyu had reheated the lunch: "Eat something before we go, and we have to drive for several hours to get back to City A."
"Yeah." Lanning put the luggage bag on the sofa, and just sat down on the seat, the lights in the villa turned on.
Both of them froze for a moment, then looked at each other and laughed.
It was almost ten o'clock when we drove back to a. Yan Ruyu sent Lanning home first, and then drove back to his own home.
Lan Ning took great care of the brown paper bag containing the manuscripts all the way, and now when he returned home, he put it carefully on the bedside. Qu Tong heard her coming back, so he ran out to have a look: "Wow, sister Lanning, you are back! I can't get through to you even if I call you, I'm so worried that you will fail to cross the tribulation!"
Lan Ning choked for a moment, and said, "The phone is dead, and it's still charging. Have you finished your homework?"
Qu Tong's small face suddenly collapsed: "Sister Lanning, you really don't know how to chat."
Lan Ning smiled and said, "Hurry up and go back to your room to write before you finish."
Qu Tong pursed his lips and left, while Lan Ning turned on the computer humming a little song, and logged on the long-lost Weibo.
Did Teacher Xingxin hand in the manuscript today: Handed in! ! ! all! ! ! ヾ(≧o≦)〃