When the bus approached the stop, Yan Qiwei poked Liang Xiao's shoulder lightly.
The latter opened his eyes suddenly, and the bottom of his eyes was still filled with hazy water vapor, like a deep pool covered with white mist.
After realizing that her posture was too ambiguous, Liang Xiao hurriedly raised her head, but did not want to bump into Yan Qiwei's cheekbones by chance.
"Yes, sorry."
He hadn't fully woken up from his sleepiness, but he was so startled by the sudden impact that he lost all sleep. He subconsciously pressed his right hand on the spot where she was hit, and rubbed it very jerkily.
Adolescent girls have the most fair and tender skin, with a light pink tinge. The fingertips were slippery and soft when they were stroked, and they reminded him of freshly peeled eggs in an inopportune way.
No, the point is that it is slippery and soft.
Liang Xiao's fingers quickly stopped in the air, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.
Isn't this action... more ambiguous than before
What is he doing.
The young man in front of him seemed to be deflated with a ball, Yan Qiwei held back a smile and watched him withdraw his hand resentfully, and stood up with a calm look: "Let's go."
Liang Xiao's shy look is so cute.
On the other hand, she is the initiator... Yan Qiwei, you are really a bad woman.
After returning to the classroom, it was indeed nearing the end of school. She made a sick appearance and slowly returned to her seat. She received a few thoughtful words of comfort from the head teacher.
Everything after that was done step by step, and the two left the classroom together as usual to meet Uncle Chen, and then drove home for dinner and homework.
The only thing worth mentioning is that Yan Qiwei felt the familiar pain before falling asleep, and when she opened her eyes again, she was back in her bedroom seven years later.
The alarm clock on her mobile phone kept ringing, she pressed the pause button in a daze, rolled over softly like a salted fish, and was about to close her eyes again when the phone rang suddenly.
The caller column clearly displayed four words: Edit Dad.
Every word was turned into an arrow that was off the string, and the bull's-eye was impartial, causing the whole heart to tremble.
It was her editor in charge, Su Qing.
Yan Qiwei just pulled away from her long memory of being "Liang Wei" and remembered that today was the day of her signing ceremony.
Thirty minutes before the appointment time.
"Little beauty," Su Qing's voice was soft but not flattering, and she always had a faint smile in her conversation, "haven't gotten up yet."
Yan Qiwei sat up from the bed and tried her best to keep her spirits up, so that her voice didn't sound as soft and weak as she had just woken up: "Why, I'm already wearing makeup!"
There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone: "You say yes, I'll pick you up in half an hour, remember to dress up nicely."
Then Yan Qiwei went out wearing a simple white sweater and jeans, a mask and a peaked cap.
She has never liked to be in the limelight since she was a child. Although she is willful and Buddhist in her pursuit of life, she still has the arrogance of the rich children, and she has absolute confidence in her own strength. No.
What's more, she writes purely out of her own interest. It doesn't matter how many readers she has. Miss Yan is not short of money.
Many more people came to the signing party than Yan Qiwei expected. The bookstore was surrounded by water, and most of them were young and energetic young people.
Rao Shi was also taken aback by this situation, and Su Qing, who was behind her, sighed: "Miss, your book is now popular among the people. If we can expose your identity, as a talented and beautiful girl, the rich second generation. If it goes public, the stunt will definitely be bigger.”
Yan Qiwei chose to ignore it.
She was surprisingly patient and repeated her pseudonym over and over again, and when her right hand was almost reduced to a signature machine, a very familiar voice came to her ear.
"Madam~ I grew up reading my wife's books. Now that I have graduated from high school, I finally see you~"
This pretentious and deliberately disgusting tone of hers, a sentence can have ten endings.
Yan Qiwei felt a chill behind her, and when she looked up, she saw Han Xingye.
He bared his teeth and gave her an incomparably exaggerated wink with his distorted facial features. Yan Qiwei's goosebumps did not fade, and she saw another figure flashing behind him.
"Madam! You have worked so hard to come down to the world! Today is also a day to cry for your beautiful words. What is the meaning of life without seeing your works! I can see you today, and I can't do anything but suffocate with joy. Crazy for you, crazy for you, banging against the wall for you!"
Yan Qiwei, who listened to Xia Xi blowing meaningless rainbow farts for a long time:...
Aren't you two really here to smash the game! What the hell is "Growing up watching my wife's books"! You just graduated from high school growing up in a hurry!
After the performance of the two, they showed a tacit understanding of "Are you surprised or surprised? Don't be too moved", and turned away as if they had succeeded.
Please go away!
There are only a very few people around who know that Yan Qiwei is the author of this novel, and Xia Xi and Han Xingye are two of them.
Being so irritated by the two of them, Yan Qiwei was instantly sober with fright, and the speed of signing on her hand was much faster.
Everything was going on in an orderly manner, until when she handed over a book, the other party touched the back of her hand extremely quickly.
The rough and hot finger pulp of the man was like a matte texture, and the scratches made her heart numb, and she couldn't help frowning.
A chill.
Yan Qiwei quickly shrank her hands and raised her head. Standing in front of her was a young man in his twenties. He was thin and wore black-rimmed glasses. With a narrow smile in his eyes, he stared straight at her with an uncomfortable look. .
He grinned and said, "Hello, I've liked you for a long time, can we give you a hug?"
If he hadn't touched the back of her hand with malicious intent, and hadn't lingered so blatantly on Yan Qiwei's face, which was mostly covered by the mask, maybe she would have seriously considered this suggestion, but now—
She just shook her head and refused.
Before Yan Qiwei could speak, a tall and slender figure appeared behind the young man. At the same time, a cold and clean male voice sounded in his ears: "Sorry, this is not an idol meeting. You should go."
"Who are you—"
The young man turned around in dissatisfaction, and the moment he hit the other's eyes, he lost his confidence, and the unspoken words were blocked in his throat.
The man standing behind him was half a head taller than him, his facial lines were smooth and cold, and his eyes were as cold as a sharp blade.
The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie, he did not continue to entangle, and fled with the book in his hand.
Liang Xiao's expression was light, and he looked down at her.
Yan Qiwei was by no means less surprised than the young man. She took this opportunity to take out a wet tissue to wipe her palms, and was slightly taken aback by him.
"Mrs. Yanye, I finally saw you! I especially like your works. You are a fairy, no, a fairy!"
The young voice broke the short silence, Yan Qiwei was wondering who was learning to blow the rainbow fart from Xia Xi, when she turned her eyes and saw...
Liang Bozhong
Four eyes met, the young man's smile froze.
With disbelief, he looked at her mostly covered face, and after a while he said in a trembling voice, "You... Yan Qiwei?"
Yan Qiwei smiled awkwardly, and nodded after realizing that he couldn't see the smile.
A meteorite landed on his heart without warning, and the confused child Liang Bozhong's facial expression was like petrification.
big Bang.
Yan Qiwei, Mrs. Yan Ye.
One is a dangerous person who is conspiring against his brother in his eyes, and the other is a mysterious novelist who he has admired for a long time, and who really hit the wall for it.
Now suddenly tell him that they are actually the same person
Liang Bozhong wanted to cry.
In fact, he didn't hate Yan Qiwei, and even had a good impression of her because of her act of wiping her wounds, but because of her deceased sister Zhuyu, he felt that no woman was worthy of his brother.
If the favorability of Yan Qiwei hovers at 10, then Liang Bozhong's favorability for the writer Yan Ye, who is a stubborn fan, must have exploded to positive infinity. Add the two and take the average... Sure enough, it is still positive infinity!
Thinking of himself who had ridiculed her once, Liang Bozhong wanted to travel through time and space to give him a whirlwind kick.
How is he going to face Mrs. Yan Ye QAQ.
Yan Qiwei saw that the child's face was getting more and more wrinkled, and even had a tendency to develop facial expressions, so she quickly tried to comfort: "You, you, don't be sad, when you go home, just pretend that nothing happened."
"Miss Yan, don't worry." There was a helpless smile in Liang Xiao's tone, "He's just annoyed by his rudeness to you before."
"I don't have it!" Liang Bozhong was stabbed in the sore spot, raised his head like a cat with fried fur, and immediately softened after touching Yan Qiwei's blank gaze, adding with difficulty, "Only a little."
Before leaving, he didn't forget to blushed and said, "... Come on."
Then he dragged Liang Xiao and walked away quickly.
Yan Qiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she never thought that this layer of identity would be so useful, and the child's arrogant appearance was much cuter than usual.
Hmm... I'll tease him more when I have time.
The signing ceremony finally ended in the evening. Yan Qiwei's right hand was sore and painful, and she couldn't use her strength.
"It's hard work, little beauty." Su Qing gave her a big hug, "Let's go to dinner later and make up for all the energy consumed today."
Yan Qiwei answered firmly: "It's expensive."
It wasn't until she walked out of the bookstore that she realized that there was a dense drizzle outside.
The twilight was drowsy, and the rain and fog were pushed down, and the dark clouds on the horizon shone down, making it hard to breathe.
There are quite a few spare umbrellas in the bookstore. Yan Qiwei supported one of them and walked out the door. When she looked back and waited for Su Qing to come out, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a Qing bar not far away.
The clear bar is surrounded by transparent glass, and the scene inside can be clearly seen by pedestrians on the street.
A silhouette was reflected in the dim light, and she saw his tall nose bridge, thin jawline, slender neck, and languid drooping eyes that never focused on her.
Liang Xiao.
He sat alone in the corner without Liang Bozhong's figure beside him. The dark and slender shadow fell and pressed heavily on her heart.
Yan Qiwei stood there for a while.
Then he took a step forward and stuffed the umbrella into Su Qing's hands: "I'm not going to the dinner, you take this umbrella."
Su Qing: ? ?
"It's understandable not to go to the dinner party, but it's raining now, don't you bring an umbrella? Confused about the signature?"
She took a step back, raised her lips and shook her head.
Raindrops covered the sky like a spider web, and soon a layer of rain mist was woven into her long black hair.
But Yan Qiwei didn't care at all, but waved at Su Qing, turned and walked quickly towards the Qing bar surrounded by glass. The rain was getting bigger and bigger, and her heart was beating violently.
She entered the room with a full body of water vapor, and pretended to find a suitable seat, pacing slowly in the store, and finally came to the dimly lit corner.
Xu Shi was aware of it, and the young man sitting on the seat inadvertently raised his head.
Four eyes facing each other.
"Mr. Liang." Yan Qiwei took a deep breath, "What a coincidence, you didn't bring an umbrella?"
Liang Xiao smiled inexplicably.
Different from the prudent and polite smile before, this smile seemed to pop out of his eyes, spreading from the end of his long and narrow eyes to the corner of his mouth, reflecting a bright light.
He said, "Yeah, what a coincidence. If Miss Yan doesn't dislike it, she can share a table with me."
Bingo, purpose achieved!
Yan Qiwei pursed her lips and revealed only a faint smile: "Okay."
The moment she sat down, the street lights on both sides of the road came on at the same time.
Because of the rain covering the glass, the light projected from the outside seemed to be soaked, and it blurred into a halo, illuminating her delicate and white profile.
It looks very close and far.
Liang Xiao got up and put the coat on her wet back, and lowered her gaze calmly under the gaze of Yan Qiwei's suddenly round pupils.
Actually he knew it.
He sat here and waited for so long before finally seeing Yan Qiwei come out of the bookstore. The small black umbrella was picked up and put down, making a hasty arc in the misty rain and fog, and then she turned around and came here in the rain, while he deliberately looked away.
And she wouldn't know the reason why he stayed in this clean bar.
After leaving the bookstore with Liang Bozhong, Liang Xiao consciously looked for the figure of the strange young man, and finally found him here.
The other party hadn't left for a long time, staring at the door of the bookstore like a statue without saying a word, with a grim expression, very much like the way his adoptive father looked before he abused him.
And in his hand, he was rubbing a dagger.
So Liang Xiao asked his younger brother to go home first and sat down at the table next to him. The confrontation between the two continued for several hours. The young man knew what he meant, and seeing that he had no chance to succeed, he left in the rain not long ago.
He and Yan Qiwei both hid their little thoughts from each other, but Liang Xiao didn't break it.
Only the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
The communication between the two was unexpectedly harmonious and smooth. Yan Qiwei was joking while quietly closing the coat that was draped over her body.
She could faintly smell the light aroma of plants, exactly like the teenager who fell asleep on her shoulder many years ago.
Suddenly Liang Xiao's expression froze, and his eyes looked somewhere behind her.
A clear male voice sounded, causing her to turn back subconsciously.
"The signing ceremony is over, what a pity! I was going to join in the fun - eh, Liang Xiao?"
The man who said these words was almost 1.9 meters tall, and his smirk destroyed the ruthlessness brought about by his stern silhouette, like a big fluffy black bear.
Next to him was a petite, bright-faced woman, with a faint smile on her face, she nodded and said in a low voice, "It's really Liang Xiao."
The big black bear ran over with a grin, glanced at the men's jacket on Yan Qiwei, raised his eyebrows and looked at Liang Xiao with insightful eyes.
"Wow - classmate Liang Xiao, Yan Fu is not shallow."
Yan Qiwei stared at him blankly, blinked her eyes, and blurted out the name for the first time after seven years.
"Are you... Zheng Zeyu?"
"Yes, yes! What's your name?" Zheng Zeyu was familiar with it, but he felt something was wrong after asking, "No, how do you know me?"
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