MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 39 Start reading

After Lan Ning, he has been paying attention to the progress of the situation. Mo Yan forwarded the Weibo language in the evening and said that he is also a reader of the fortunate teacher. This time, he was fortunate enough to appear in Wu Hao, and he will do his best.

This Weibo caused a hot discussion among the fans. After watching it for a while, Lanning retired.

The May Day holiday ended soon. Lan Ning took her mother to buy a lot of food for her, and set foot on the road back to the city.

She was on the last bus, and it was a big night when she got home. I took some food for Qufu. After taking a shower, she fell tired on the bed.

The film version of "The Actor" caused such great attention, but the teacher did not respond to it afterwards, and he took over the work of the screenwriter. Are the May 1 busy writing scripts?

... Is the draft of the book still going to drag on for a long time?

Such a thought of Lan Ning is somewhat desperate, this kind of **** reminder experience, she really does not want to come again for the second time.

On the first day after the holiday, the work was exceptionally busy. "Death Message" finally went to the printing factory, Lan Ning can not rest assured, but also personally went to the printing plant to mark the work, to see if the effect of the book printed is good. In addition, this month's magazine has to be listed again. Laning can be said to be too busy to go home. Every day when I get home, I am tired and fall asleep.

On the third day of work, as usual, the news on Q.Q could not be answered in the first time. The blue-eyed avatar jumped in the lower right corner for a long time and finally poked her.

The sky is like a wash: edited and edited, today is the birthday of the lucky teacher~((≧▽≦)/~

After seeing this news, Laning subconsciously looked at the desk calendar placed on the table. On May 5th, she remembered that it was indeed the birthday of the lucky teacher.

Cauliflower: Oh... it seems to be awkward.

The sky is like a wash: Editing, are you very busy?

Cauliflower: Yes, it’s so busy _(:3”∠)_

Blue sky wash: touch ~

It’s like a blue sky: I shouldn’t have disturbed the editing, but do you know what happened to the teacher?_(:3”∠)_He has not appeared in the group recently. Today, the teacher of the 19th said to give him a birthday. He also rejected _(:3"∠)_

As soon as the blue sky was washed, Lan Ning reacted. She seems to have not contacted Confucianism for a long time.

Cauliflower: I don't know. I have been too busy recently. I haven't contacted the teacher very much.

The blue sky is like a wash: the teacher of the 19th said, the teacher of fortunately seems to be not very comfortable:-(

Cauliflower: Hey, the teacher often said that he is not feeling well ○| ̄|_

The blue sky is like a wash: ... oh.

Blue sky: I originally wanted to have a chance to meet him at the birthday party. Q.Q

Cauliflower: There is still a chance in the future, touch the head~ Fortunately, the teacher should be too busy, and prepare a new book and sign a movie.

The sky is like a wash: Ah, I am looking forward to the movie version of "The Player"! Mo Tianwang played Wu Hao not too handsome!

Cauliflower: Haha, I also think, don't say it, I am going to go to the printing factory.

The blue sky is like a wash: well, edit the body, don't be too hard!

Lan Ning gave him a smiling expression and left Q.Q.

After running the printing factory for three days, Lan Ning finally felt relieved. I should not use it for the factory to stare at tomorrow. It was already six o'clock when she left the printing house. She did not return to the company and returned home directly by subway.

When passing the cake shop downstairs, Lan Ning stood outside the door for a while, or walked in. It was too late, and it was too late to order a birthday cake. Laning had to buy one of the largest fruit cakes available in the store.

But this cake is only six inches, a small one. Lan Ning felt that if he gave this to the teacher himself, he still didn't know what to mock him.

In the refrigerator before the selection of several cakes to make up the number, Lan Ning only settled together.

When the cake with a large paper bag went to the door of the Confucian language, Lan Ning did not press the doorbell. Although today is the teacher's birthday, I feel that it is good to meet. No, no, everyone is an adult, what is so good, and that day may be just a misunderstanding!

I did my best to build myself, and Laning finally pressed the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a long time, no one came to open the door, and Lanning began to suspect that Confucianism was not at home. She raised her hand and was about to press the bell again. The door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Confucianism is wearing a white t-shirt, his eyes are slightly squatting, his hair is messy, just like he just woke up. Lan Ning took a moment to show him a less natural smile: "Teacher, happy birthday."

Ruan Confucius read her for a while, her hands in her pockets, and turned to go inside the house: "Come in."

Lan Ning put on his slippers and followed him: "Teacher, what's wrong with you? It looks like there is no spirit."

Confucianism said: "If you have a fever, it is a spirit to show me."

Lan Ning quickly blinked and leaned over to him: "Do you really have a fever?"

The Confucian language glared at her: "Would you like to show me the individual temperature on site?"

"No need..." Lan Ning put the paper bag with the cake on the table and looked at him. "Isn't it because you used to lie too much? Have you heard the story of "Wolf is coming"?"

The Confucian language seems to be very tired. I didn't talk again, and I lay down on the sofa.

Lan Ning came to him and kneels beside the sofa: "Teacher?"

She screamed and saw that the other person ignored her. She dared to touch his forehead: "It's a bit hot. Have you taken the medicine?"

"Well..." Confucianism closed his eyes and responded with ambiguity.

Laning stood up, went to his room and took his quilt out, covered him, then went to the kitchen to make an ice pack and put it on his forehead.

The Confucian language seems to be much more comfortable, and the brows that have been squinting are also slightly stretched out.

Laning looked at him for a while and said to himself: "It seems that you can't eat these cakes."

"Cough..." The Confucian language coughed and said softly, "Cake the cake for you, put it in the refrigerator, I will eat it tomorrow."

Lan Ning: "..."

This is the professional conduct as a foodie. :)

She obediently put the cakes in the refrigerator and then looked at the rhetoric that fell asleep on the sofa. It’s pitiful to have a fever today, and she still shouldn’t leave him alone.

She found some ingredients in the kitchen and planned to give her some food. Ruan Confucian has been sleeping on the sofa, and Laning has changed him several times in the middle of the ice, and finally he has gradually slept.

I don't know when, the Confucian language woke up. He raised his hand and touched the ice bag that almost turned into water on the forehead. On the side of his head, he saw Laning sleeping on the sofa.

He snorted first, then his eyes softened softly. Lan Ning's breathing was very gentle, and a long hair was softly draped over his shoulder. The Confucian language looked at her for a while, slowly extending a hand and rubbing her head.

"Oh..." Laning whispered softly. She didn't sink when she slept. When she said that Confucianism was only slightly moving, she woke up.

When Confucianism saw her wake up, she took her hand back.

Lan Ning stretched out and slowly sat up: "Ah, teacher, are you awake?"

"Yeah." The Confucian language responded with a resounding look and stared at the ceiling above.

Lan Ning came down with the ice bag on his head and tried the temperature on his forehead. He relieved his breath: "It seems like the burn is gone. Do you want to measure the body temperature again?"

"no need."

"Oh..." Laning sank and stood up from the cushion. Because I sat on the ground for too long, I still have some numbness in my legs. She moved her limbs and looked at the watch on her wrist: "I haven't arrived until twelve o'clock!"

She ran to the kitchen to take the little fruit cake out and put it on the coffee table in the living room. By the way, she lit the candle: "Let's have a few minutes, hurry and make a wish!"

The Confucian language looked at her and looked at the candle burning on the cake. He sat up from the sofa: "Have you bought a mini cake to celebrate my life?"

"There are several kinds of cakes in the refrigerator. You can keep it for tomorrow!" Lan Ning quickly esteemed himself. "In short, let's make a wish!"

The tone of the Confucian language is still somewhat disgusting: "I wish to make a wish with such a small cake."

Lan Ning: "..."

I wish to fight for it, what cake!

"And, the ones you used when you last edited the doctor, why did you give me 28 for life?"

Lan Ning: "..."

Because the editor is a woman, you too!

She gave herself a sigh of relief, reminding herself not to have a general knowledge of the patient, and today is his birthday, she should be tolerant. When she thought about this, she showed a full of inclusive smile to the Confucian language: "Teacher, no more than twelve candles will pass."

The Confucian language glimmered from her, closed her eyes and folded her hands, and whispered, "I hope I can get married this year."

Lan Ning: "..."

Teacher, you still have to make a wish this year to be more practical!

"Call--" Confucianism blows out the candle and picks up the cake knife next to it to prepare the cake. Lan Ning took the knife and frowned and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"Of course, eating a cake, isn't it just for me to take it out?"

"...No, I just want you to make a wish."

"Now that this mission has been completed, it can carry out its second mission."

Lan Ning: "..."

"I had some porridge before, and I have been hot. You should eat some porridge and then eat the cake." She went to the kitchen and gave a small bowl of porridge to the Confucian language.

Confucianism looked down at the porridge in the bowl, and it was still braving the heat. He picked up the spoon and took a spoonful and sent it into his mouth.

Lan Ning cut two small pieces of cake down next to it, put it on the plate, and the rest was put back into the refrigerator. The room was a bit quiet. Laning forked a small strawberry from the cake and asked nothing. "What are you doing on May 1st? Why didn't you have any news?"

Confucianism said: "You don't have any news at all?"

"Oh, I am just thinking about life..."

Confucianism looked at her sideways: "I am giving you time to think about life."