Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Jiang Lixing was stunned for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in his dark eyes: "I... don't use perfume."
"Oh, really?"
Ning Huanxin smiled awkwardly: "My nose... doesn't seem to be in good condition. Well, I have a cold!"
Jiang Lixing glanced at her and said nothing, but when the crew finished work and returned to the courtyard, before going to bed for the night, Jiang Lixing's assistant brought a box of cold medicine to Ning Huanxin.
Back in the small room, lying on the single bed, Ning Huanxin stared at the box of cold medicine in a daze -
This is the cold medicine that the national male idol sent his assistant to give to his sister!
Is this going to start the rhythm of a romance novel
I really want to keep this box of cold medicine forever!
But... this was ten years ago.
Ning Huanxin's eyes gradually became serious, even sharp -
This will not be the real past.
Should it be an illusory world of memories
If it is really a world of memories, then whose memories have I entered
"Ten years of life and death...two vast years."
Ning Huanxin sighed, put down the cold medicine in her hand, and murmured to herself in a low voice. This was a very famous line. This eulogy was used by the poet to mourn his deceased wife.
"Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."
Ning Huanxin leaned against the wall and recited the first line of the poem completely.
"A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to speak of desolation."
At this time, a crisp female voice suddenly came from the other side of the wall. This was... Zhang Yan's voice
Only then did Ning Huanxin remember that Zhang Yan lived next door to her, and there was only a wall between them!
Well, the soundproofing of this wall is really not that good.
"Sister Ning, do you also like this poem by Su Shi?" On the other side of the wall, Zhang Yan's voice seemed very excited: "I also like this poem. I also have a collection of Su Shi's poems on my bookshelf. Come on, Sister Ning, you can take a look if you like."
"Yes." Ning Huanxin responded softly.
"It's getting late. I'm going to rest. Sister Ning, you should also rest. Good night."
Zhang Yan and Ning Huan said good night, and then there was no sound.
What a cheerful and lovable little girl.
Ning Huanxin stood up at this time and looked at the bookshelves on the other side of the room with the help of the not-so-bright light.
The little girl really collected a lot of books.
Ning Huanxin walked slowly to the bookshelf. She actually didn't like reading very much, but in this weird place, she couldn't fall asleep no matter how distraught she was. She might as well find a book and read it, maybe she would be hypnotized by reading it.
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The books on the bookshelf are arranged neatly and standardly. It can be seen that Zhang Yan is really a book lover.
Ning Huanxin's fingers traced the spine of each book. Suddenly she stopped and pulled out a book.
It turned out to be the collection of Su Shi's poems that Zhang Yanhe mentioned to herself!
The book is a hardcover limited edition, very exquisite and brand-new, but the placement seems to prove that the owner likes this book very much and will read it often.
There is a bookmark in the book. The material of the bookmark is platinum. Ning Huanxin can tell at a glance that this bookmark is from a big brand and is difficult to buy.
Zhang Yan definitely didn't buy this herself. Could it be a gift from someone else
"Did someone from the crew give it to Zhang Yan?"
Ning Huanxin hesitated for a moment, then put the poetry collection back. It was naturally the owner's favorite thing, so she didn't dare to look through it casually. If it got broken, her entire wealth wouldn't be enough to compensate for it!