Bai Weiwei was sitting in the carriage, while a horse followed.
"Miss Bai, the Youhu Pavilion I said is not far ahead."
The carriage swayed, a slender white hand lightly rested on the carriage curtain and opened it halfway.
Bai Weiwei smiled and probed, "Mr. Lauping sent me this trip."
Ping Linqing was in his thirties, and his appearance was gentle and elegant. He said with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "No, you and I have common hobbies, and we also love an author, which is a confidant."
Bai Weiwei nodded, "Yes, I especially like the work "Xiao Xianggong Don't Run, Monk Taoist Loves You", which is crazy in love with a melon."
Ping Linqing's gentle expression also became excited, "My confidant, this article is simply his most classic work. The writing is lingering and sad, and it's hilarious, ahem."
Ping Lin Qing just remembered that he was outside, and immediately suppressed the excitement of meeting his confidant.
Bai Weiwei quickly agreed, "Yes, you and I see the same thing."
Then the old driver Bai and the wretched uncle Ping showed the same knowing smile.
Bai Weiwei returned to the carriage.
The system finally held his head, "So, is this the ancient fan-face foundation?"
Bai Weiwei spread her hands, "Otherwise, where would I go to find a man I know well?"
This kind of society has too many rules for women, and she has no chance to meet other men at all.
Can't even meet.
Especially after marrying Qi Chimu, the man stared at her the same way he stared at his family's treasure.
Don't let her show it at all.
She wants to find someone to pretend to elope. Is there anything more familiar than fans meeting fans and smiling wretchedly
And go to see the author together.
For fans, that's an explosion-level super good thing.
System: "What do I think, you just want to see that wonderful author?"
Bai Weiwei is wretched: "Hey, how come, am I such a wretched person?"
System: You are, don't be humble, you will be beaten no matter how humble you are.
As soon as you arrive at the Lake Pavilion.
Bai Weiwei and Ping Linqing walked side by side.
A noble boy in white clothes fluttering.
A pretty lady in a long pink dress.
Standing on a surprising pair.
The scenery of Youhu Pavilion is good, the lake is covered with snow, and the lake water is clear and not frozen.
The branches and leaves of the residual lotus are exposed on the lake, which has a unique flavor.
Ping Linqing said: "We are the first readers to come here. Thinking of meeting the author I admire, my heart is like a deer in March, thumping non-stop."
Bai Weiwei: "I'm more than a little deer. I can't wait to turn into ink in that book, just to touch his hand."
Ping Linqing's smile changed, "I want to become his chair and let him sit on me and write that gorgeous chapter."
How can a hardcore fan lose.
Bai Weiwei snorted coldly: "I want to become his eyes, the first time I see that lingering text."
When it comes to defending my destiny, whoever loves me first will go second.
Both readers' faces were wrong.
Because I love the same author, I feel like a rival in love.
The air was crackling with the smell of gunpowder, and they stared at each other.
The first signature later is her (his) one.
Whoever robs is the mortal enemy.
"Snapped."
A teacup fell heavily on the table and shattered.
He stared coldly at the man and woman in the distance, how much he liked each other and how long they had looked at each other.