MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 26 Start reading

After the words of Confucianism were taken away, Laning sat alone in the dining room to finish the fried rice.

Probably because of filling up the stomach, those shaking tree shadows are no longer terrible. Lan Ning returned to the room with a flashlight and fell to sleep on the bed.

When it was opened again this time, the sky was already bright.

The first thing was that there was no point. Laning pressed the power on the wall, but the lights in the room still didn't light up.

Well, it may be too early, and it takes a lot of time for maintenance personnel to come here.

She went to wash her face and put on her clothes and went downstairs.

Confucianism is sitting leisurely in the living room with coffee and bread and jam on the table. Lan Ning walked over and saw a piece of bruising on his left corner of his mouth.

"Oh." It seems that I started last night, it is really a bit heavy.

Well done!

The Confucian language heard her laughter and looked at her sideways: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I feel that you are very handsome today." Lan Ning smiled and tried to make his eyes look sincere.

The Confucian language licked the corner of his mouth and there was a trace of pain when he touched the wound. He picked up a book on his hand and began to read the book silently.

Lan Ning looked at his coffee cup on the table and asked strangely, "How do you brew coffee without electricity?"

Confucianism asks: "Can't you brew coffee without electricity? Before the invention of the electric coffee machine, how do you think humans brew coffee?"

Lan Ning: "..."

Is the need for early morning so sharp...?

She walked silently toward the kitchen and saw the siphon pot on the cooking table. Oh, it was originally cooked with an alcohol lamp.

There is still some coffee left in the pot, and I am still looking hot. She held the handle and poured it into the empty coffee, which was just the amount of a cup.

When she walked back to the living room, she heard the Confucian language saying: "Modern people are too dependent on high technology."

Lan Ning: "..."

She wisely chose not to express her opinion, and after applying some jam to her bread, she asked the opposite speaker: "When will I call?"

The Confucian language turned over the book in one hand, and the head did not lift the answer: "I don't know, I called the administrator in the morning, he only said as soon as possible."

Lan Ning frowned slightly, a little worried: "So how do you write a manuscript? Is there any electricity in your computer?"

"There should be some electricity in the battery, wait a minute, and you should be able to call in the morning."

"Oh……"

If there is no electric computer, it will be like scrap iron. The manuscripts of the Confucian language and the outline materials are definitely in the computer. Even if she is anxious, she will not be able to come.

Two people read a morning book in the villa. After lunch, they still didn't come. Lan Ning was really anxious. "What to do, there is no electricity. Is your manuscript finished?"

Tomorrow is the date of death given to her by the editor. If she does not receive the manuscript, the editor will not care if she is out of power!

"You wait, I will call management again." The phone in the villa of the Confucian language dialed the management phone. After simply asking a few words, the phone was hung up.

"How?" Laning looked at him eagerly.

Confucianism said: "The management said that the staff is still repairing, it seems a little tricky."

Lan Ning frowned and complained to him with some complaints: "I blame you! Nothing to do in the deep forests and old forests! What are you doing now? How can you write a manuscript? Or do we have to go back to a city now? Maybe it's still too late!"

Confucianism gave her a faint look: "I can go back to the city, but I may not want to write a draft after I go back."

Lan Ning: "..."

You wrote a manuscript where so many cuts!

However, in the two days of the villa, the writing of Confucianism is indeed more active than ever. If he does not write after he returns, then... it’s better to be drunk and dream of death here.

Lan Ning twitched his mouth and smiled at him like a red dust. "Well, anyway, March is the recruitment season. Congratulations, I can finally get rid of you and regain your life."

Ruan language watched her silent for a while, and suddenly went to the bookshelf and looked for it: "So I said that modern people are too dependent on high technology, you have forgotten, words can also be written in pen and paper."

When his voice fell, he just took a stack of paper and a pen from the shelf.

After finding a new bottle of ink on the shelf, the Confucian language sat down at the window and began to write. Lan Ning walked around him, a little excited and not at ease: "Is it really ok? Outline information, do you remember to live?"

The Confucian language looked at her: "Don't confuse me with you. The things you said are all in my brain."

This is the first time, she still feels very happy when she speaks her language: "That's good! You write fast, I don't bother you!"

Hand writing is faster than typing, but now Laning is seeing a glimmer of hope and feeling that the world is full of love.

She sat on the sofa and looked at the Confucian language written in front of the French window.

His sitting posture is very correct, and the posture of holding the pen is also very standard. When he was a child, it must be the kind used by the teacher to pull the platform as a model. Speaking of it, she never saw him wearing glasses, his vision may be very good?

Like this kind of literary youth who are engaged in creation, there are few who do not wear glasses. The Confucian language does have the book temperament of the writer, but it may be the character. There is also a trait in his bones.

Lan Ning couldn't say what it was. When she first met, she felt that his character was solitary and unkind. He didn't have any friends at first glance; later, she got enough to see how much a person can be shameless and to what extent. This kind of person, no one wants to go to the construction site to move bricks. :)

Time gradually passed away in the friction between the tip of the Confucian language and the rustling of the paper. The sun outside the window gradually turned west, and the shadow of the Confucian language gradually extended.

"Write it."

The sudden sound of Confucianism broke the silence of the room. Lan Ning snorted and looked at the time subconsciously, already four o'clock.

The Confucian language sorted out the manuscript and handed it to Laning. Lan Ning went to the table and picked it up in some wood.

When people are extremely pleased, they will probably be temporarily aphasia. Lan Ning’s mouth opened and closed several times, and finally he finally came out: "Scorpio, Scorpio! I can’t believe it! I received the manuscript!"

And still the manuscript, the teacher's manuscript!

Lan Ning is happy to fly: "It's too easy, I want to tell the world, I am fortunate to deliver the man!!"

Confucian language: "..."

Did he really force her to be too bad?

"Well..." He simply responded, closed the pen, and rubbed his hand gently.

Lan Ning also held the stack of manuscripts in his hand like a treasure. The words of Confucianism were very beautiful, but she could not see what the font was, and it had his own style. She held the manuscript and happily praised, "Teacher, your words are really good!"

"Well, because I have been practicing since I was a child." In the words of Confucianism, he stood up and moved to the lower bones. "My writing brush is also very well written."

"Yes!" Probably because he had just handed in the manuscript, and Lan Ning worshipped him to an unprecedented height.

Confucianism looked at him sideways and suddenly smiled and said: "Would you like to write your name to you?"

"May I?"

"Of course." When talking about Confucianism, I went to find rice paper and writing brush. The bookshelves in the living room are like the pockets of the robot cat. It seems that everything can be found on it.

He researched the ink and lifted the brush to write on the paper. Lan Ning breathed in the air and looked forward to it.

Hey, the teacher’s ink, still write his own name!

Then she saw that the Confucian language was very beautiful and fluently wrote the words "cauliflower" on paper.

Lan Ning: "...:)"

"Why, don't you like it?" When Confucianism gave her paper, she asked some questions.

Lan Ning smiled at him and said, "Teacher, since the manuscript is finished, let's go back to the city."

The Confucian language sighed slightly, and put on the expression "I really can't help you": "Then I will write another one."

He picked up the pen for the second time and wrote it on the unfolded white paper.

Lan Ning, one stroke at a time, clearly appeared on the paper.

After he wrote it, he blew it gently before lifting the paper on the table: "How?"

Lan Ning actually had a blushing heartbeat because the other person wrote his name. She felt that she might have been really in love for a long time.

"Good, thank you." She took the word and rolled it up. "Right, is there a kraft paper bag here? I put the manuscript in."

The Confucian language thought for a moment and said, "I am going to look for it."

"Oh." Laning stood in the same place waiting for him, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the "broccoli". She considered it for two seconds, and folded the deputy word two or three times and put it in the bag.

"Found it." The Confucian language really found a brown paper bag and brought it to Laning. Lan Ning carefully put things in order and then said to him: "I went up to pack things up and I will get down soon."

She said that she ran upstairs, because there were not many things to bring, and it was quick to pack up. After going downstairs, she found that the Confucian language had a good meal at noon: "After eating something, go back and return to the city for a few hours."

"Yeah." Lan Ning put the duffel bag on the sofa, just sitting down in the position, the lights in the villa lit up.

Both of them stunned and smiled at each other.

When I drove back to a, it was almost ten o'clock. The Confucian language first sent Lanning back home and then drove back to his home.

Lan Ning was all on the way to the kraft paper bag of the manuscript, and when he returned home, he was carefully put on the bed. Qufu heard the sound of her coming back and ran out and looked at it: "Wow, Lan Ning, you are coming back! I can't get through the call, so I am worried that you will fail!"

Lan Ning snorted and said: "The phone is out of power, still charging, have you finished your homework?"

Qufu's little face suddenly slammed down: "Lan Ning sister, you really can't chat."

Lan Ning smiled and said: "If you don't finish writing, hurry back to the room to write."

Qufu took a small mouth and left, Lan Ning slammed the little song to open the computer and boarded the long-lost Weibo.

Did you thank the teacher for the delivery today? ! ! All! ! !ヾ(≧o≦)〃