During that time, it rained slightly in late autumn.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
It's already November, and there are less than twenty days left until the deadline for the new concept preliminary round. Meng Shengnan wrote a short story of 2,000 words and an outline of 200 words, but from beginning to end, she was still dissatisfied.
At that time, it seemed like the breathing around me was slowing down. Meng Shengnan didn't hear what he said at the end, just hearing what he said already made her blush and her heart beat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, why did she come here like a fool just because of that girl's words? He is the person I occasionally think of when I want to test whether I really want to wait, and he is the person I want to meet by chance every time I look forward to guitar lessons.
"you saw it?"
It's already November, and there are less than twenty days left until the deadline for the new concept preliminary round. Meng Shengnan wrote a short story of 2,000 words and an outline of 200 words, but from beginning to end, she was still dissatisfied.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
Meng Shengnan was asked by Xue Lin to play badminton. The setting sun was shining, and the small playground was full of lively running figures. Nie Jing was counting the balls and saw that Meng Shengnan was a little absent-minded and asked her: "What are you thinking about? There is only one ball left."
So, I wrote it and deleted it.
Gui Hua Fu: Damn it, this guy Zhou Ningzhi is not online either.
"Well, is there a problem?"
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
Meng Jin asked literary friends to recommend dozens of juvenile books for this purpose, and then he got out of hand. Later, I read O. Henry Maupassant and fell in love with the satirical writing style, so I practiced imitating it myself, but the truth was that it was childish no matter how I looked at it.
In short, she was bored with everything she did, her manuscripts were not innovative, and she was not motivated to study. She always liked to run around in class, was messy and didn't know what she was thinking, and her nerves were always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room again and wrote an outline for a new theme. Her hair fell out badly. If she didn't have any remaining willpower to not give up until she achieved her goal, she would have died young by now.
A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to college. I accidentally saw this book in the school library and borrowed it. That night, I was lying on the bedside reading it by the desk lamp, but before I even read a few pages, I started blushing and my heartbeat was beating. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of innocence.
The talent is exhausted: I'm a coward. If you can't beat me, I can hand you a stick.
He and she stood beside a row of bookshelves, one to the left and one to the right. This person is really serious about what he does. The distance between his head and each page of the book is equidistant, and the time it takes to turn the pages is still equal.
Meng Shengnan was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be the first conversation between the two since the beginning of school. The girl started with 'Hey' and obviously didn't even know her name, but she had a sweet smile on her face.
At that time, it seemed like the breathing around me was slowing down. Meng Shengnan didn't hear what he said at the end, just hearing what he said already made her blush and her heart beat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, why did she come here like a fool just because of that girl's words? He is the person I occasionally think of when I want to test whether I really want to wait, and he is the person I want to meet by chance every time I look forward to guitar lessons.
When I was a child, I liked reading books of all kinds. Later, she had an idea, and Shengdian encouraged her to write it herself.
"oh."
He paused for a second.
Meng Jin asked literary friends to recommend dozens of juvenile books for this purpose, and then he got out of hand. Later, I read O. Henry Maupassant and fell in love with the satirical writing style, so I practiced imitating it myself, but the truth was that it was childish no matter how I looked at it.
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
During that time, it rained slightly in late autumn.
At fifteen, she began writing stories.
Meng Shengnan felt particularly quiet. She approached the classroom she had just left not long ago and walked up the stairs step by step. My heart beats faster with every step I take.
All talents are exhausted: Same as above.
"Um?"
He turned around almost immediately and ran away.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
Meng Shengnan: "—What's wrong?"
"I'll go wait for someone."
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
Nie Jing: "You played pretty well before, are you okay?"
Ghost Painting Talisman: Meng Shengnan, you are not talking online again, right
At the end of the conversation, let’s get back to the topic: the progress of the manuscript. It turned out that except for her, those goods had been sent out eight hundred years ago. Except for Zhang Yiyan, everyone averaged five servings. So, under their stimulation, Meng Shengnan went to the city library to borrow books for inspiration the next day.
In the teaching building, there are the sounds of teachers lecturing and students making noise.
These people all yelled at him: Get lost.
At seventeen, she was attending New Concept for her second year.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
The girl blushed and rubbed her face against his chest, burying her face even tighter.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
Nie Jing also came over: "I don't know this question either, Fu Song, please speak more slowly."
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
The five people started chatting all over the place again, and later they actually talked about Zhou Ningzhi helping the editor review manuscripts.
The classroom was too quiet. Only Li Yan and the monitor were left, and they didn't know what they were talking about.
In short, she was bored with everything she did, her manuscripts were not innovative, and she was not motivated to study. She always liked to run around in class, was messy and didn't know what she was thinking, and her nerves were always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room again and wrote an outline for a new theme. Her hair fell out badly. If she didn't have any remaining willpower to not give up until she achieved her goal, she would have died young by now.
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh' and hurriedly responded: "Here we go."
He paused for a second.
Someone is online.
Meng Shengnan took a breath, the joke was too big and she hurriedly showed up: Good evening, all heroes and beauties.
Meng Shengnan was a little surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm: "—What about you?"
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Gui Hua Fu: Damn it, this guy Zhou Ningzhi is not online either.
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
Ye Yu and Gui Hua Fu were chattering in the group of six of them.
Then ask her what next
Meng Shengnan was nervous.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing when she looked at the screen. The smile didn't last for a second before the group started laughing.
Fu Song lowered his head and glanced at the book in her arms: "One Hundred Years of Solitude, Paradise Lost, Red and Black, The Decameron, Border Town?"
Meng Shengnan didn't dare to disturb her, so she borrowed a few books and left the library. Within a few steps, she heard someone calling her from behind.
Because it was a classic, and she had borrowed it at the time, she couldn't return it right after leaving the library. So Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said seriously: "Then lend me this book."
Jiang Lang finally came out: What happened in the middle of the night
Zhang Yiyan: If I expose his personal affairs, will he beat me
He turned around almost immediately and ran away.
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
"Hey, you don't have physical education class?" the girl stopped her at the table.
Zhang Yiyan banged it directly - absolutely.
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Shengnan was asked by Xue Lin to play badminton. The setting sun was shining, and the small playground was full of lively running figures. Nie Jing was counting the balls and saw that Meng Shengnan was a little absent-minded and asked her: "What are you thinking about? There is only one ball left."
It rains all night long: so does my brother.
Xue Lin: "That's right, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Well, is there a problem?"
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh' and hurriedly responded: "Here we go."
Zhang Yiyan: If I expose his personal affairs, will he beat me
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
Zhang Yiyan said that there were several other male editors reviewing the manuscript at that time, and they chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and the registration forms were posted with photos of personal life. When they saw the beauty, the male editors' eyes blossomed and they took turns to look at it. Only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head. It was like that.
Meng Jin asked literary friends to recommend dozens of juvenile books for this purpose, and then he got out of hand. Later, I read O. Henry Maupassant and fell in love with the satirical writing style, so I practiced imitating it myself, but the truth was that it was childish no matter how I looked at it.
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
I don’t know if it’s due to demonic confusion or something else. Perhaps in Fu Song’s words, this is really a psychological problem. From the moment she heard Li Yan say 'wait for someone', Meng Shengnan couldn't concentrate.
"I'm so shy."
"Four plus one?"
Ghost Drawing Talisman: Beauty, you don’t say hello when you come out. Can you please call me brother
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
Nie Jing: "You played pretty well before, are you okay?"
Fu Song looked at her for a while and then said, "You're still a little young."
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
He turned around almost immediately and ran away.
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
Meng Shengnan took a breath, the joke was too big and she hurriedly showed up: Good evening, all heroes and beauties.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
Zhang Yiyan: Who doesn’t know Shu Dali? Can you try saying it again
In the physical education class, the teacher casually said a few words and then moved around freely.
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
"bigger than you."
Someone is online.
Because it was a classic, and she had borrowed it at the time, she couldn't return it right after leaving the library. So Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said seriously: "Then lend me this book."
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
All talents are exhausted: Same as above.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
He paused for a second.
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
Later, I didn't find inspiration, but I met Fu Song.
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
These three: Huh
Threats, threats.
Meng Shengnan glanced at him up and down: "Aren't you seventeen, too big?"
At seventeen, she was attending New Concept for her second year.
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
Zhang Yiyan banged it directly - absolutely.
When I was a child, I liked reading books of all kinds. Later, she had an idea, and Shengdian encouraged her to write it herself.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
In the teaching building, there are the sounds of teachers lecturing and students making noise.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing when she looked at the screen. The smile didn't last for a second before the group started laughing.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
In short, she was bored with everything she did, her manuscripts were not innovative, and she was not motivated to study. She always liked to run around in class, was messy and didn't know what she was thinking, and her nerves were always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room again and wrote an outline for a new theme. Her hair fell out badly. If she didn't have any remaining willpower to not give up until she achieved her goal, she would have died young by now.
Is this okay
The boy paused and slowed down slightly.
Zhang Yiyan said that there were several other male editors reviewing the manuscript at that time, and they chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and the registration forms were posted with photos of personal life. When they saw the beauty, the male editors' eyes blossomed and they took turns to look at it. Only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head. It was like that.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Meng Shengnan, you are not talking online again, right
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
At seventeen, she was attending New Concept for her second year.
Meng Shengnan was nervous.
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
The classroom was too quiet. Only Li Yan and the monitor were left, and they didn't know what they were talking about.
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
"Why?"
The room is full of rain: Nan, the only well-educated girl in our group of six, can you say something to me
The room is full of rain: Nan, the only well-educated girl in our group of six, can you say something to me
Meng Shengnan was a little surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm: "—What about you?"
"Don't you have physical education classes?" the girl asked again.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh' and hurriedly responded: "Here we go."
These people all yelled at him: Get lost.
"you saw it?"
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
Zhang Yiyan: Who doesn’t know Shu Dali? Can you try saying it again
“…”
In the teaching building, there are the sounds of teachers lecturing and students making noise.
Fu Song glanced at her leisurely: "From a psychological point of view, this idea of yours is obviously too nervous and exaggerated. As far as I know, we have known each other for 52 days. Although we have not talked about everything, we can still help each other. You Generally speaking, his personality is pretty good. To sum up the above, if you had said hello just now, I would not have let you die, and maybe I could give you some pertinent advice on borrowing books."
Meng Shengnan laughed.
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
At fifteen, she began writing stories.
The room is full of rain: Nan, the only well-educated girl in our group of six, can you say something to me
Jiang Lang finally came out: What happened in the middle of the night
Gui Hua Fu: Damn it, this guy Zhou Ningzhi is not online either.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
"Well, is there a problem?"
"Don't you have physical education classes?" the girl asked again.
"The preparation bell has rung, hurry up."
Then ask her what next
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
Meng Shengnan took a breath, the joke was too big and she hurriedly showed up: Good evening, all heroes and beauties.
Meng Shengnan coughed: "Why did you come out?"
"Don't you have physical education classes?" the girl asked again.
In short, she was bored with everything she did, her manuscripts were not innovative, and she was not motivated to study. She always liked to run around in class, was messy and didn't know what she was thinking, and her nerves were always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room again and wrote an outline for a new theme. Her hair fell out badly. If she didn't have any remaining willpower to not give up until she achieved her goal, she would have died young by now.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Out of my feelings for you, I won’t sit idly by.
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing when she looked at the screen. The smile didn't last for a second before the group started laughing.
He and she stood beside a row of bookshelves, one to the left and one to the right. This person is really serious about what he does. The distance between his head and each page of the book is equidistant, and the time it takes to turn the pages is still equal.
As soon as she entered the classroom, the conversation stopped. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor glanced at Li Yan and then walked out of the classroom. Meng Shengnan couldn't describe that look. She stood on her seat and rubbed for a while.
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
"Notify me when you return the book, and I will return the book to you."
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
Threats, threats.
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
"What are you talking about?"
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
The five people started chatting all over the place again, and later they actually talked about Zhou Ningzhi helping the editor review manuscripts.
The boy paused and slowed down slightly.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
The five people started chatting all over the place again, and later they actually talked about Zhou Ningzhi helping the editor review manuscripts.
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh' and hurriedly responded: "Here we go."
Ghost Drawing Talisman: Beauty, you don’t say hello when you come out. Can you please call me brother
Meng Jin asked literary friends to recommend dozens of juvenile books for this purpose, and then he got out of hand. Later, I read O. Henry Maupassant and fell in love with the satirical writing style, so I practiced imitating it myself, but the truth was that it was childish no matter how I looked at it.
Meng Shengnan felt particularly quiet. She approached the classroom she had just left not long ago and walked up the stairs step by step. My heart beats faster with every step I take.
Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing when she looked at the screen. The smile didn't last for a second before the group started laughing.
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
The girl blushed and rubbed her face against his chest, burying her face even tighter.
At that time, Zhang Yiyan went for a walk in No. 675 and saw manuscripts sent from all over the country in the corridor. He was stunned when he saw this formation for the first time. I happened to meet Zhou Ningzhi that day. Zhang Yiyan said that he was reviewing the manuscript carefully without even raising his head to look at her. At that time, he wanted to beat him. Several people in the group made a laughing expression.
In short, she was bored with everything she did, her manuscripts were not innovative, and she was not motivated to study. She always liked to run around in class, was messy and didn't know what she was thinking, and her nerves were always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room again and wrote an outline for a new theme. Her hair fell out badly. If she didn't have any remaining willpower to not give up until she achieved her goal, she would have died young by now.
She asked, "What advice?"
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
Meng Shengnan understood nearly half of it and turned around to verify. Nie Jing was still listening to Fu Song. After a few minutes, she turned around and whispered to Meng Shengnan: "He still spoke a bit fast. Do you understand? Please tell me again."
Then ask her what next
It rains all night long: so does my brother.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
So, one topic was discussed for nearly ten minutes.
Ghost Drawing Talisman: Beauty, you don’t say hello when you come out. Can you please call me brother
Zhang Yiyan said that there were several other male editors reviewing the manuscript at that time, and they chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and the registration forms were posted with photos of personal life. When they saw the beauty, the male editors' eyes blossomed and they took turns to look at it. Only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head. It was like that.
"Affair."
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
So, I wrote it and deleted it.
Everyone laughed again.
So, one topic was discussed for nearly ten minutes.
Meng Shengnan took a breath, the joke was too big and she hurriedly showed up: Good evening, all heroes and beauties.
Zhang Yiyan: If I expose his personal affairs, will he beat me
"Well, is there a problem?"
Meng Shengnan felt particularly quiet. She approached the classroom she had just left not long ago and walked up the stairs step by step. My heart beats faster with every step I take.
He turned around almost immediately and ran away.
In the teaching building, there are the sounds of teachers lecturing and students making noise.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Out of my feelings for you, I won’t sit idly by.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
Someone is online.
During that time, it rained slightly in late autumn.
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
The third period in the afternoon was physical education class, and Meng Shengnan's mouth was already dry from talking at that time. After the class break, everyone went to the small playground, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate who was a freshman in high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put the water glass.
Meng Shengnan was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be the first conversation between the two since the beginning of school. The girl started with 'Hey' and obviously didn't even know her name, but she had a sweet smile on her face.
The talent is exhausted: I'm a coward. If you can't beat me, I can hand you a stick.
All talents are exhausted: Same as above.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Meng Shengnan, you are not talking online again, right
Meng Shengnan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.
"The preparation bell has rung, hurry up."
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
The boy paused and slowed down slightly.
During that time, it rained slightly in late autumn.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
The boy lowered his head slightly and said two words in the girl's ear.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
These people all yelled at him: Get lost.
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
She asked, "What advice?"
"You really don't want to?" After the boy asked, the girl snorted and the boy laughed softly.
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
At the end of the conversation, let’s get back to the topic: the progress of the manuscript. It turned out that except for her, those goods had been sent out eight hundred years ago. Except for Zhang Yiyan, everyone averaged five servings. So, under their stimulation, Meng Shengnan went to the city library to borrow books for inspiration the next day.
As soon as she entered the classroom, the conversation stopped. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor glanced at Li Yan and then walked out of the classroom. Meng Shengnan couldn't describe that look. She stood on her seat and rubbed for a while.
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
The third period in the afternoon was physical education class, and Meng Shengnan's mouth was already dry from talking at that time. After the class break, everyone went to the small playground, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate who was a freshman in high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put the water glass.
"In no mood."
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
Later, I didn't find inspiration, but I met Fu Song.
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
At that time, Zhang Yiyan went for a walk in No. 675 and saw manuscripts sent from all over the country in the corridor. He was stunned when he saw this formation for the first time. I happened to meet Zhou Ningzhi that day. Zhang Yiyan said that he was reviewing the manuscript carefully without even raising his head to look at her. At that time, he wanted to beat him. Several people in the group made a laughing expression.
It's already November, and there are less than twenty days left until the deadline for the new concept preliminary round. Meng Shengnan wrote a short story of 2,000 words and an outline of 200 words, but from beginning to end, she was still dissatisfied.
He and she stood beside a row of bookshelves, one to the left and one to the right. This person is really serious about what he does. The distance between his head and each page of the book is equidistant, and the time it takes to turn the pages is still equal.
I don’t know if it’s due to demonic confusion or something else. Perhaps in Fu Song’s words, this is really a psychological problem. From the moment she heard Li Yan say 'wait for someone', Meng Shengnan couldn't concentrate.
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
Meng Shengnan didn't dare to disturb her, so she borrowed a few books and left the library. Within a few steps, she heard someone calling her from behind.
So, I wrote it and deleted it.
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
"The preparation bell has rung, hurry up."
Later, I didn't find inspiration, but I met Fu Song.
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
Meng Shengnan coughed: "Why did you come out?"
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
"bigger than you."
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
"Why didn't you call me just now?"
The third period in the afternoon was physical education class, and Meng Shengnan's mouth was already dry from talking at that time. After the class break, everyone went to the small playground, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate who was a freshman in high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put the water glass.
Meng Shengnan coughed: "Why did you come out?"
Meng Shengnan: "—What's wrong?"
Fu Song looked at her for a while and then said, "You're still a little young."
"Why didn't you call me just now?"
"I'll go wait for someone."
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
As soon as she entered the classroom, the conversation stopped. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor glanced at Li Yan and then walked out of the classroom. Meng Shengnan couldn't describe that look. She stood on her seat and rubbed for a while.
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
Meng Shengnan was asked by Xue Lin to play badminton. The setting sun was shining, and the small playground was full of lively running figures. Nie Jing was counting the balls and saw that Meng Shengnan was a little absent-minded and asked her: "What are you thinking about? There is only one ball left."
"You look at it so seriously, do you still live if I tell you?"
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
Meng Shengnan was a little surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm: "—What about you?"
"you saw it?"
Meng Shengnan glanced at him up and down: "Aren't you seventeen, too big?"
A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to college. I accidentally saw this book in the school library and borrowed it. That night, I was lying on the bedside reading it by the desk lamp, but before I even read a few pages, I started blushing and my heartbeat was beating. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of innocence.
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
Because it was a classic, and she had borrowed it at the time, she couldn't return it right after leaving the library. So Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said seriously: "Then lend me this book."
Fu Song glanced at her leisurely: "From a psychological point of view, this idea of yours is obviously too nervous and exaggerated. As far as I know, we have known each other for 52 days. Although we have not talked about everything, we can still help each other. You Generally speaking, his personality is pretty good. To sum up the above, if you had said hello just now, I would not have let you die, and maybe I could give you some pertinent advice on borrowing books."
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
He and she stood beside a row of bookshelves, one to the left and one to the right. This person is really serious about what he does. The distance between his head and each page of the book is equidistant, and the time it takes to turn the pages is still equal.
Zhang Yiyan: If I expose his personal affairs, will he beat me
“…”
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
I don’t know if it’s due to demonic confusion or something else. Perhaps in Fu Song’s words, this is really a psychological problem. From the moment she heard Li Yan say 'wait for someone', Meng Shengnan couldn't concentrate.
All talents are exhausted: Same as above.
Zhang Yiyan said that there were several other male editors reviewing the manuscript at that time, and they chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and the registration forms were posted with photos of personal life. When they saw the beauty, the male editors' eyes blossomed and they took turns to look at it. Only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head. It was like that.
She asked, "What advice?"
Threats, threats.
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"The preparation bell has rung, hurry up."
Meng Shengnan shook his head, thought for a while and said, "You guys go ahead and fight. I'll go back to the classroom and drink some water and take a rest."
Fu Song lowered his head and glanced at the book in her arms: "One Hundred Years of Solitude, Paradise Lost, Red and Black, The Decameron, Border Town?"
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
The room is full of rain: Nan, the only well-educated girl in our group of six, can you say something to me
It rains all night long: so does my brother.
"Hey, you don't have physical education class?" the girl stopped her at the table.
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
Someone is online.
"Well, is there a problem?"
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Fu Song glanced at her leisurely: "From a psychological point of view, this idea of yours is obviously too nervous and exaggerated. As far as I know, we have known each other for 52 days. Although we have not talked about everything, we can still help each other. You Generally speaking, his personality is pretty good. To sum up the above, if you had said hello just now, I would not have let you die, and maybe I could give you some pertinent advice on borrowing books."
Fu Song glanced at her leisurely: "From a psychological point of view, this idea of yours is obviously too nervous and exaggerated. As far as I know, we have known each other for 52 days. Although we have not talked about everything, we can still help each other. You Generally speaking, his personality is pretty good. To sum up the above, if you had said hello just now, I would not have let you die, and maybe I could give you some pertinent advice on borrowing books."
"Four plus one?"
He and she stood beside a row of bookshelves, one to the left and one to the right. This person is really serious about what he does. The distance between his head and each page of the book is equidistant, and the time it takes to turn the pages is still equal.
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
"Why?"
The girl blushed and rubbed her face against his chest, burying her face even tighter.
These three: Huh
Ghost Painting Talisman: Meng Shengnan, you are not talking online again, right
Meng Shengnan: "—What's wrong?"
"You really don't want to?" After the boy asked, the girl snorted and the boy laughed softly.
A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to college. I accidentally saw this book in the school library and borrowed it. That night, I was lying on the bedside reading it by the desk lamp, but before I even read a few pages, I started blushing and my heartbeat was beating. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of innocence.
Zhang Yiyan said that there were several other male editors reviewing the manuscript at that time, and they chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and the registration forms were posted with photos of personal life. When they saw the beauty, the male editors' eyes blossomed and they took turns to look at it. Only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head. It was like that.
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
Is this okay
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
"Why?"
The five people started chatting all over the place again, and later they actually talked about Zhou Ningzhi helping the editor review manuscripts.
Zhang Yiyan banged it directly - absolutely.
Later, I didn't find inspiration, but I met Fu Song.
"oh."
"Miss me?" The boy's voice was low and hoarse.
Fu Song looked at her for a while and then said, "You're still a little young."
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
"Why?"
"You look at it so seriously, do you still live if I tell you?"
Meng Shengnan glanced at him up and down: "Aren't you seventeen, too big?"
The boy paused and slowed down slightly.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
"bigger than you."
"Four plus one?"
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
The boy lowered his head slightly and said two words in the girl's ear.
As soon as she entered the classroom, the conversation stopped. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor glanced at Li Yan and then walked out of the classroom. Meng Shengnan couldn't describe that look. She stood on her seat and rubbed for a while.
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
Zhang Yiyan banged it directly - absolutely.
Meng Shengnan took out Paradise Lost and waved it in front of his eyes.
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
When I was a child, I liked reading books of all kinds. Later, she had an idea, and Shengdian encouraged her to write it herself.
Meng Shengnan shook his head, thought for a while and said, "You guys go ahead and fight. I'll go back to the classroom and drink some water and take a rest."
He paused for a second.
Meng Shengnan: "—What's wrong?"
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
At the end of the conversation, let’s get back to the topic: the progress of the manuscript. It turned out that except for her, those goods had been sent out eight hundred years ago. Except for Zhang Yiyan, everyone averaged five servings. So, under their stimulation, Meng Shengnan went to the city library to borrow books for inspiration the next day.
"you saw it?"
Then ask her what next
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
The third period in the afternoon was physical education class, and Meng Shengnan's mouth was already dry from talking at that time. After the class break, everyone went to the small playground, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate who was a freshman in high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put the water glass.
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
Zhang Yiyan: If I expose his personal affairs, will he beat me
"-Um."
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
These people all yelled at him: Get lost.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why?"
Ghost Painting Talisman: Out of my feelings for you, I won’t sit idly by.
He turned around almost immediately and ran away.
"You look at it so seriously, do you still live if I tell you?"
These people all yelled at him: Get lost.
Meng Shengnan was a little surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm: "—What about you?"
"Affair."
He paused for a second.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Affair."
So, I wrote it and deleted it.
Zhang Yiyan: If I expose his personal affairs, will he beat me
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
Xue Lin: "That's right, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Fu Song looked at her for a while and then said, "You're still a little young."
Zhang Yiyan banged it directly - absolutely.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
Meng Shengnan didn't dare to disturb her, so she borrowed a few books and left the library. Within a few steps, she heard someone calling her from behind.
Because it was a classic, and she had borrowed it at the time, she couldn't return it right after leaving the library. So Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said seriously: "Then lend me this book."
Is this okay
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
"ah?"
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
Everyone laughed again.
Zhang Yiyan: Who doesn’t know Shu Dali? Can you try saying it again
Because it was a classic, and she had borrowed it at the time, she couldn't return it right after leaving the library. So Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said seriously: "Then lend me this book."
"Where did I move? Here, here, or -?" The boy's voice lowered.
"Notify me when you return the book, and I will return the book to you."
The boy lowered his head slightly and said two words in the girl's ear.
Meng Shengnan coughed: "Why did you come out?"
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Shengnan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.
It rains all night long: so does my brother.
Meng Shengnan understood nearly half of it and turned around to verify. Nie Jing was still listening to Fu Song. After a few minutes, she turned around and whispered to Meng Shengnan: "He still spoke a bit fast. Do you understand? Please tell me again."
"you saw it?"
Is this okay
Meng Shengnan was nervous.
Meng Shengnan didn't dare to disturb her, so she borrowed a few books and left the library. Within a few steps, she heard someone calling her from behind.
At fifteen, she began writing stories.
Is this okay
Gui Hua Fu: Damn it, this guy Zhou Ningzhi is not online either.
"Um?"
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
Meng Shengnan understood nearly half of it and turned around to verify. Nie Jing was still listening to Fu Song. After a few minutes, she turned around and whispered to Meng Shengnan: "He still spoke a bit fast. Do you understand? Please tell me again."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"The preparation bell has rung, hurry up."
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
The girl blushed and rubbed her face against his chest, burying her face even tighter.
Gui Hua Fu: Damn it, this guy Zhou Ningzhi is not online either.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"Um?"
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
As soon as she entered the classroom, the conversation stopped. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor glanced at Li Yan and then walked out of the classroom. Meng Shengnan couldn't describe that look. She stood on her seat and rubbed for a while.
A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to college. I accidentally saw this book in the school library and borrowed it. That night, I was lying on the bedside reading it by the desk lamp, but before I even read a few pages, I started blushing and my heartbeat was beating. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of innocence.
"Four plus one?"
Ghost Drawing Talisman: Beauty, you don’t say hello when you come out. Can you please call me brother
Threats, threats.
Fu Song looked at her for a while and then said, "You're still a little young."
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
The talent is exhausted: I'm a coward. If you can't beat me, I can hand you a stick.
A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to college. I accidentally saw this book in the school library and borrowed it. That night, I was lying on the bedside reading it by the desk lamp, but before I even read a few pages, I started blushing and my heartbeat was beating. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of innocence.
Meng Shengnan glanced at him up and down: "Aren't you seventeen, too big?"
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
Everyone laughed again.
"You really don't want to?" After the boy asked, the girl snorted and the boy laughed softly.
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
Is this okay
"You look at it so seriously, do you still live if I tell you?"
Meng Jin asked literary friends to recommend dozens of juvenile books for this purpose, and then he got out of hand. Later, I read O. Henry Maupassant and fell in love with the satirical writing style, so I practiced imitating it myself, but the truth was that it was childish no matter how I looked at it.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
"ah?"
Fu Song continued to lecture her, his expression meticulous and serious.
Someone is online.
Meng Shengnan glanced at him up and down: "Aren't you seventeen, too big?"
"-Um."
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
The boy lowered his head slightly and said two words in the girl's ear.
Fu Song lowered his head and glanced at the book in her arms: "One Hundred Years of Solitude, Paradise Lost, Red and Black, The Decameron, Border Town?"
Nie Jing also came over: "I don't know this question either, Fu Song, please speak more slowly."
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
"Um?"
Meng Shengnan was a little surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm: "—What about you?"
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
Meng Shengnan was a little strange, but still smiled and nodded, and then left the classroom. But until she walked out of the teaching building, she looked back and saw that the girl hadn't come out at all. Did she skip class? Waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for
"I'm so shy."
The boy paused and slowed down slightly.
I don’t know if it’s due to demonic confusion or something else. Perhaps in Fu Song’s words, this is really a psychological problem. From the moment she heard Li Yan say 'wait for someone', Meng Shengnan couldn't concentrate.
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
"You really don't want to?" After the boy asked, the girl snorted and the boy laughed softly.
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
Meng Shengnan understood nearly half of it and turned around to verify. Nie Jing was still listening to Fu Song. After a few minutes, she turned around and whispered to Meng Shengnan: "He still spoke a bit fast. Do you understand? Please tell me again."
Zhang Yiyan: Everyone put their faces together.
Nie Jing also came over: "I don't know this question either, Fu Song, please speak more slowly."
During that time, it rained slightly in late autumn.
"Hey, you don't have physical education class?" the girl stopped her at the table.
So, one topic was discussed for nearly ten minutes.
Meng Shengnan didn't dare to disturb her, so she borrowed a few books and left the library. Within a few steps, she heard someone calling her from behind.
"Miss me?" The boy's voice was low and hoarse.
In short, she was bored with everything she did, her manuscripts were not innovative, and she was not motivated to study. She always liked to run around in class, was messy and didn't know what she was thinking, and her nerves were always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room again and wrote an outline for a new theme. Her hair fell out badly. If she didn't have any remaining willpower to not give up until she achieved her goal, she would have died young by now.
"you saw it?"
At that time, it seemed like the breathing around me was slowing down. Meng Shengnan didn't hear what he said at the end, just hearing what he said already made her blush and her heart beat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, why did she come here like a fool just because of that girl's words? He is the person I occasionally think of when I want to test whether I really want to wait, and he is the person I want to meet by chance every time I look forward to guitar lessons.
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
At the end of the conversation, let’s get back to the topic: the progress of the manuscript. It turned out that except for her, those goods had been sent out eight hundred years ago. Except for Zhang Yiyan, everyone averaged five servings. So, under their stimulation, Meng Shengnan went to the city library to borrow books for inspiration the next day.
At that time, it seemed like the breathing around me was slowing down. Meng Shengnan didn't hear what he said at the end, just hearing what he said already made her blush and her heart beat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, why did she come here like a fool just because of that girl's words? He is the person I occasionally think of when I want to test whether I really want to wait, and he is the person I want to meet by chance every time I look forward to guitar lessons.
The third period in the afternoon was physical education class, and Meng Shengnan's mouth was already dry from talking at that time. After the class break, everyone went to the small playground, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate who was a freshman in high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put the water glass.
Meng Shengnan was a little surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm: "—What about you?"
Ghost Drawing Talisman: Beauty, you don’t say hello when you come out. Can you please call me brother
"You look at it so seriously, do you still live if I tell you?"
The classroom was too quiet. Only Li Yan and the monitor were left, and they didn't know what they were talking about.
At that time, Zhang Yiyan went for a walk in No. 675 and saw manuscripts sent from all over the country in the corridor. He was stunned when he saw this formation for the first time. I happened to meet Zhou Ningzhi that day. Zhang Yiyan said that he was reviewing the manuscript carefully without even raising his head to look at her. At that time, he wanted to beat him. Several people in the group made a laughing expression.
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
As soon as she entered the classroom, the conversation stopped. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor glanced at Li Yan and then walked out of the classroom. Meng Shengnan couldn't describe that look. She stood on her seat and rubbed for a while.
"ah?"
Meng Shengnan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt.
"Hey, you don't have physical education class?" the girl stopped her at the table.
Later, I didn't find inspiration, but I met Fu Song.
Ghost Drawing Talisman: Beauty, you don’t say hello when you come out. Can you please call me brother
At the end of the conversation, let’s get back to the topic: the progress of the manuscript. It turned out that except for her, those goods had been sent out eight hundred years ago. Except for Zhang Yiyan, everyone averaged five servings. So, under their stimulation, Meng Shengnan went to the city library to borrow books for inspiration the next day.
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh' and hurriedly responded: "Here we go."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Meng Shengnan was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be the first conversation between the two since the beginning of school. The girl started with 'Hey' and obviously didn't even know her name, but she had a sweet smile on her face.
Meng Shengnan: "—What's wrong?"
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
Zhang Yiyan said that there were several other male editors reviewing the manuscript at that time, and they chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and the registration forms were posted with photos of personal life. When they saw the beauty, the male editors' eyes blossomed and they took turns to look at it. Only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head. It was like that.
"Hey, you don't have physical education class?" the girl stopped her at the table.
"Don't you have physical education classes?" the girl asked again.
"You look at it so seriously, do you still live if I tell you?"
Meng Shengnan was a little strange, but still smiled and nodded, and then left the classroom. But until she walked out of the teaching building, she looked back and saw that the girl hadn't come out at all. Did she skip class? Waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for
These three heroes directly said: Damn it!
Meng Shengnan coughed: "Why did you come out?"
At fifteen, she began writing stories.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
In the physical education class, the teacher casually said a few words and then moved around freely.
Someone is online.
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh' and hurriedly responded: "Here we go."
The five people started chatting all over the place again, and later they actually talked about Zhou Ningzhi helping the editor review manuscripts.
Fu Song glanced at her leisurely: "From a psychological point of view, this idea of yours is obviously too nervous and exaggerated. As far as I know, we have known each other for 52 days. Although we have not talked about everything, we can still help each other. You Generally speaking, his personality is pretty good. To sum up the above, if you had said hello just now, I would not have let you die, and maybe I could give you some pertinent advice on borrowing books."
It rains all night long: so does my brother.
The talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not here, he must be in seclusion.
Meng Shengnan took out Paradise Lost and waved it in front of his eyes.
A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to college. I accidentally saw this book in the school library and borrowed it. That night, I was lying on the bedside reading it by the desk lamp, but before I even read a few pages, I started blushing and my heartbeat was beating. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of innocence.
"Miss me?" The boy's voice was low and hoarse.
It's already November, and there are less than twenty days left until the deadline for the new concept preliminary round. Meng Shengnan wrote a short story of 2,000 words and an outline of 200 words, but from beginning to end, she was still dissatisfied.
"The preparation bell has rung, hurry up."
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
These people all yelled at him: Get lost.
Meng Shengnan was a little strange, but still smiled and nodded, and then left the classroom. But until she walked out of the teaching building, she looked back and saw that the girl hadn't come out at all. Did she skip class? Waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
“…”
The room is full of rain: Nan, the only well-educated girl in our group of six, can you say something to me
Meng Shengnan was a little surprised by the girl's sudden enthusiasm: "—What about you?"
Meng Shengnan took out Paradise Lost and waved it in front of his eyes.
"Don't you have physical education classes?" the girl asked again.
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
So, I wrote it and deleted it.
"I'll go wait for someone."
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
Fu Song continued to lecture her, his expression meticulous and serious.
Meng Shengnan was a little strange, but still smiled and nodded, and then left the classroom. But until she walked out of the teaching building, she looked back and saw that the girl hadn't come out at all. Did she skip class? Waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for
"Miss me?" The boy's voice was low and hoarse.
"ah?"
"The preparation bell has rung, hurry up."
"Notify me when you return the book, and I will return the book to you."
Zhang Yiyan said that there were several other male editors reviewing the manuscript at that time, and they chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and the registration forms were posted with photos of personal life. When they saw the beauty, the male editors' eyes blossomed and they took turns to look at it. Only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head. It was like that.
In the physical education class, the teacher casually said a few words and then moved around freely.
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
Everyone laughed again.
When I was a child, I liked reading books of all kinds. Later, she had an idea, and Shengdian encouraged her to write it herself.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
These three: Huh
The talent is exhausted: I'm a coward. If you can't beat me, I can hand you a stick.
Meng Shengnan was asked by Xue Lin to play badminton. The setting sun was shining, and the small playground was full of lively running figures. Nie Jing was counting the balls and saw that Meng Shengnan was a little absent-minded and asked her: "What are you thinking about? There is only one ball left."
These three: Huh
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
Fu Song glanced at her leisurely: "From a psychological point of view, this idea of yours is obviously too nervous and exaggerated. As far as I know, we have known each other for 52 days. Although we have not talked about everything, we can still help each other. You Generally speaking, his personality is pretty good. To sum up the above, if you had said hello just now, I would not have let you die, and maybe I could give you some pertinent advice on borrowing books."
"You are sixteen years old and not suitable for watching Paradise Lost."
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
During that time, it rained slightly in late autumn.
"Why didn't you call me just now?"
"oh."
At fifteen, she began writing stories.
Meng Shengnan opened her mouth in an O shape: "Philosopher Rat, you are really not an ordinary person."
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
Meng Shengnan was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be the first conversation between the two since the beginning of school. The girl started with 'Hey' and obviously didn't even know her name, but she had a sweet smile on her face.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
It rains all night long: so does my brother.
In short, she was bored with everything she did, her manuscripts were not innovative, and she was not motivated to study. She always liked to run around in class, was messy and didn't know what she was thinking, and her nerves were always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room again and wrote an outline for a new theme. Her hair fell out badly. If she didn't have any remaining willpower to not give up until she achieved her goal, she would have died young by now.
A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to college. I accidentally saw this book in the school library and borrowed it. That night, I was lying on the bedside reading it by the desk lamp, but before I even read a few pages, I started blushing and my heartbeat was beating. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of innocence.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
Nie Jing: "You played pretty well before, are you okay?"
So, one topic was discussed for nearly ten minutes.
Meng Shengnan was stunned for a moment. This seemed to be the first conversation between the two since the beginning of school. The girl started with 'Hey' and obviously didn't even know her name, but she had a sweet smile on her face.
Meng Shengnan coughed: "Why did you come out?"
After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, always finishing as soon as he came on the court.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
At that time, it seemed like the breathing around me was slowing down. Meng Shengnan didn't hear what he said at the end, just hearing what he said already made her blush and her heart beat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, why did she come here like a fool just because of that girl's words? He is the person I occasionally think of when I want to test whether I really want to wait, and he is the person I want to meet by chance every time I look forward to guitar lessons.
Xue Lin: "That's right, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Nie Jing also came over: "I don't know this question either, Fu Song, please speak more slowly."
Meng Shengnan: "—What's wrong?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head, thought for a while and said, "You guys go ahead and fight. I'll go back to the classroom and drink some water and take a rest."
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
Because it was a classic, and she had borrowed it at the time, she couldn't return it right after leaving the library. So Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said seriously: "Then lend me this book."
I don’t know if it’s due to demonic confusion or something else. Perhaps in Fu Song’s words, this is really a psychological problem. From the moment she heard Li Yan say 'wait for someone', Meng Shengnan couldn't concentrate.
"Hey, you don't have physical education class?" the girl stopped her at the table.
It's already November, and there are less than twenty days left until the deadline for the new concept preliminary round. Meng Shengnan wrote a short story of 2,000 words and an outline of 200 words, but from beginning to end, she was still dissatisfied.
Fu Song lowered his head and glanced at the book in her arms: "One Hundred Years of Solitude, Paradise Lost, Red and Black, The Decameron, Border Town?"
Meng Shengnan was nervous.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Meng Shengnan, you are not talking online again, right
He and she stood beside a row of bookshelves, one to the left and one to the right. This person is really serious about what he does. The distance between his head and each page of the book is equidistant, and the time it takes to turn the pages is still equal.
In the teaching building, there are the sounds of teachers lecturing and students making noise.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
It rains continuously all night: Same as above.
Meng Shengnan felt particularly quiet. She approached the classroom she had just left not long ago and walked up the stairs step by step. My heart beats faster with every step I take.
The talent is exhausted: I'm a coward. If you can't beat me, I can hand you a stick.
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
In the physical education class, the teacher casually said a few words and then moved around freely.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
The room is full of rain: Nan, the only well-educated girl in our group of six, can you say something to me
The talent is exhausted: I'm a coward. If you can't beat me, I can hand you a stick.
In the teaching building, there are the sounds of teachers lecturing and students making noise.
"Don't you know how to solve a few types of math questions? I'll have time to talk to you tomorrow, Monday."
Before he even got close, he heard a low gasp coming from inside. The flirting between men and women, the girl's soft and charming voice, and the thorny breathing sound spread to Meng Shengnan's ears little by little.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Fu Song finished speaking and was already beside her.
Jiang Lang finally came out: What happened in the middle of the night
The talent is exhausted: I'm a coward. If you can't beat me, I can hand you a stick.
"Miss me?" The boy's voice was low and hoarse.
"Why didn't you call me just now?"
At the end of the conversation, let’s get back to the topic: the progress of the manuscript. It turned out that except for her, those goods had been sent out eight hundred years ago. Except for Zhang Yiyan, everyone averaged five servings. So, under their stimulation, Meng Shengnan went to the city library to borrow books for inspiration the next day.
Nie Jing also came over: "I don't know this question either, Fu Song, please speak more slowly."
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
"In no mood."
The third period in the afternoon was physical education class, and Meng Shengnan's mouth was already dry from talking at that time. After the class break, everyone went to the small playground, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate who was a freshman in high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put the water glass.
"Well, is there a problem?"
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
“…”
The classroom was too quiet. Only Li Yan and the monitor were left, and they didn't know what they were talking about.
"You really don't want to?" After the boy asked, the girl snorted and the boy laughed softly.
"ah?"
At that time, it seemed like the breathing around me was slowing down. Meng Shengnan didn't hear what he said at the end, just hearing what he said already made her blush and her heart beat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, why did she come here like a fool just because of that girl's words? He is the person I occasionally think of when I want to test whether I really want to wait, and he is the person I want to meet by chance every time I look forward to guitar lessons.
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
The last step, the back door of the classroom.
"Your hands are moving around." The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Out of my feelings for you, I won’t sit idly by.
All talents are exhausted: Same as above.
At that time, Zhang Yiyan went for a walk in No. 675 and saw manuscripts sent from all over the country in the corridor. He was stunned when he saw this formation for the first time. I happened to meet Zhou Ningzhi that day. Zhang Yiyan said that he was reviewing the manuscript carefully without even raising his head to look at her. At that time, he wanted to beat him. Several people in the group made a laughing expression.
"ah?"
"Where did I move? Here, here, or -?" The boy's voice lowered.
"What are you talking about?"
Then ask her what next
Because it was a classic, and she had borrowed it at the time, she couldn't return it right after leaving the library. So Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said seriously: "Then lend me this book."
"In no mood."
"I'll go wait for someone."
"Ah, Chi Zheng."
Someone is online.
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Later, I didn't find inspiration, but I met Fu Song.
Fu Song looked at her for a while and then said, "You're still a little young."
"Um?"
"Hey, you don't have physical education class?" the girl stopped her at the table.
"Don't you have physical education classes?" the girl asked again.
"I'm so shy."
Jiang Langcai laughed loudly: Public opinion is still powerful.
"oh."
Zhang Yiyan banged it directly - absolutely.
When I was a child, I liked reading books of all kinds. Later, she had an idea, and Shengdian encouraged her to write it herself.
All talents are exhausted: Same as above.
As soon as she entered the classroom, the conversation stopped. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor glanced at Li Yan and then walked out of the classroom. Meng Shengnan couldn't describe that look. She stood on her seat and rubbed for a while.
Meng Shengnan shook his head, thought for a while and said, "You guys go ahead and fight. I'll go back to the classroom and drink some water and take a rest."
The boy lowered his head slightly and said two words in the girl's ear.
Meng Shengnan: "—What's wrong?"
Meng Shengnan said 'Oh' and hurriedly responded: "Here we go."
Meng Shengnan felt particularly quiet. She approached the classroom she had just left not long ago and walked up the stairs step by step. My heart beats faster with every step I take.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Out of my feelings for you, I won’t sit idly by.
The girl blushed and rubbed her face against his chest, burying her face even tighter.
Ghost Painting Talisman: I miss you.
“…”
"Well, is there a problem?"
So, I wrote it and deleted it.
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
At that time, Zhang Yiyan went for a walk in No. 675 and saw manuscripts sent from all over the country in the corridor. He was stunned when he saw this formation for the first time. I happened to meet Zhou Ningzhi that day. Zhang Yiyan said that he was reviewing the manuscript carefully without even raising his head to look at her. At that time, he wanted to beat him. Several people in the group made a laughing expression.
The Shengdian said that Lu Yao lived in the countryside of Yan'an for three years in order to write about the ordinary world. He stayed in a thatched hut with rain at night and worked without sleep at night. Hence the book Morning Starts at Noon. So Meng Shengnan began to submit realistic articles. I submitted a few articles, but almost all of them came to nothing. The ceremony also talked about how literature was booming in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen lived in a ten-square-meter house every day. He made a full meal of steamed buns, pickles, and starved and depended on friends for charity. It took him three years before anyone appreciated him. You are only fifteen years old, and you have no worries about food and clothing. Blindly anxious.
Meng Shengnan laughed.
At that time, it seemed like the breathing around me was slowing down. Meng Shengnan didn't hear what he said at the end, just hearing what he said already made her blush and her heart beat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, why did she come here like a fool just because of that girl's words? He is the person I occasionally think of when I want to test whether I really want to wait, and he is the person I want to meet by chance every time I look forward to guitar lessons.
Everyone laughed again.
The third period in the afternoon was physical education class, and Meng Shengnan's mouth was already dry from talking at that time. After the class break, everyone went to the small playground, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate who was a freshman in high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put the water glass.
He turned around almost immediately and ran away.
Meng Shengnan coughed: "Why did you come out?"
When they arrived at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.
Fu Song continued to lecture her, his expression meticulous and serious.
Ghost Painting Talisman: Meng Shengnan, you are not talking online again, right
Zhang Yiyan: What's going on with you three
Before he even got close, he heard a low gasp coming from inside. The flirting between men and women, the girl's soft and charming voice, and the thorny breathing sound spread to Meng Shengnan's ears little by little.
I didn't get any titles for the first time, but luckily I made a few like-minded friends, so I didn't count myself as a loser. Late at night, there was crackling outside the window, and Meng Shengnan's thoughts were interrupted. When he opened the window, he saw that it was raining. A few drops splashed on my cheeks, and I woke up more than half. Penguin beeps in the lower right corner of the computer.
Zhang Yiyan banged it directly - absolutely.