MTL - Finding Glowing Beauty in Books-Chapter 51 Start reading

After speaking the Confucian language, Lan Ning was quiet for a while: "Teacher..." She screamed, and the tone sounded a bit dry. "Where did you learn from this sentence? Good... numb."

Confucian language: "..."

He staggered her sight and coughed twice: "It was told by Nineteen, and he said that he had chased his wife like that." At the end, he did not forget to add, "In fact, I also feel that it is difficult to talk about. To say this empty talk, Taurus prefers to do it directly."

Lan Ning: "..."

She looked at the Confucian language and smiled and said: "Oh, I didn't expect a military behind you."

Confucianism said: "After all, not everyone is as emotional as you are."

Lan Ning: "..."

There is a large open space not far from the front, and many aunts are dancing there. Lan Ning passed through the gravel path and walked to a tree to start pressing the leg.

The Confucian language came to her side and found an empty position to start stretching exercises.

Lan Ning watched him aerobics in the music of the square dance, could not help but smile: "Ha ha ha ha ha eighth square dance gymnastics, prepare, start."

Confucian language: "..."

He looked at Laning with a condescending look: "Are you all bored?"

Lan Ning changed his leg pressure and raised his eyebrows: "You can't see yourself, so you don't feel funny."

The Confucian language stopped moving and pulled her up from the ground: "You will know when you jump to me."

Lan Ning: "..."

She stood in the same place and stopped for a while before the music of the aunts, followed the beat, and started a stretching exercise.

"...噗." The Confucian language finally couldn’t help but laugh. "It’s a bit funny."

Lan Ning looked at him sideways: "Laughter, don't you follow up?"

The smile of the rhetoric of the Confucian language has not completely dissipated, and then it has started to stretch.

A child walked by them and laughed and dragged his grandmother. "Grandma, look, these two uncles are so funny."

Confucian language: "..."

Lan Ning: "..."

When the two grandparents went far, Laning had not recovered from the internal injuries. The Confucian language is still doing the exercises in the air, and took a look at her: "The evaluation of the child is still very pertinent, at least he has not used silly to modify you."

Lan Ning: "..."

She opened her hands and took a deep breath, then smiled and said to Confucianism: "You straight men can never get the focus."

"... So what is the point?"

"I was so arrogant that I was called aunt! Auntie! Where is my aunt!"

The Confucian language paused: "According to the age of you and the child, you can't be too much."

"Not too much? Cute kids will call their sisters!

"……as long as you are happy."

Lan Ning: "..."

After the square dance aunt was scattered, the morning exercises of Laning and Confucianism also came to an end. Lan Ning fanned himself with his palm and asked the Confucian language: "Where are you going?"

"I want to go back to the hotel and cross the bridge from the front."

"Oh, that's good," Lan Ning said. "I returned as the same way. I will contact you when I have lunch."

"Yeah." The Confucian language nodded and ran to the bridgehead not far away.

Lan Ning took a rest in the same place before turning around and running back.

When she got home, she took a shower and came out when she saw her mother buying food.

"Ah, Mom, I want to eat at noon today, you don't cook my meal." She put her hair behind her head and stood at the door of the kitchen to her mother.

Laning’s mother had some accidents. She put the dish on the table and looked back at her: "You and Shen Yun? Are you still decided to develop with him?"

She had thought that she had brought the Confucian language home, and this matter was at least 77.8, but who knows that within a day, the Confucian language returned to the city, and Shen Yun had to eat, and the plot turned, She can't keep up.

Lan Ning pulled his mouth and said: "The teacher also went back."

Lan Ning's mother opened her mouth in surprise: "Three of you?"

"Ok."

Lan Ning's mother nodded silently with her big eyes.

Lan Ning: "..."

Just looking at her eyes, she knows how her heart is now playing a big show.

"But isn't Mr. Yan gone?" Lan Ning suddenly asked.

Lan Ning said: "Oh, he didn't buy the ticket yesterday, he didn't make it."

"Oh..." Lan Ning's mother said with a deep voice, pulling Lan Ning's hand, "This meal, delicious."

Lan Ning: "..."

Because it may be the last meal, is it? :)

She also happily shook her mother's hand and returned to the room to read the manuscript.

After 11 o'clock at noon, Shen Yun called her and said that she had booked a nearby rotisserie. The rotisserie is quite famous here. It has been open for several years. Every time Lanning comes back, he will go there to eat it once.

She sent the address to the Confucian language and changed her clothes to go out.

When she arrived, Shen Yun had already waited at the door. Lan Ning walked over and chatted with him while waiting for Confucianism.

The Confucian language was taken by taxi, and the taxi just opened in front of Laning and Shen Yun and stopped.

After the door was opened, the Confucian language took a long leg and stepped down.

"You come so fast." Lan Ning looked at the time subconsciously, but she just got a few minutes.

Confucianism said: "Is not active in eating, can I be positive?"

Lan Ning smiled and didn't answer. Shen Yun said hello to him politely and said: "Since people are coming together, let's go in."

"Yeah." The Confucian language went to Lanning and followed them in. The waiter took them to the desired location and ushered in the first question.

How to sit in the seat?

Lan Ning looked at the four seats in front of him and hesitated. It is not appropriate for her to sit with her, but let the teacher sit with the monitor... It seems that it is not appropriate.

The waiter originally wanted to hand the menu to them, and found that the three people did not move before going to the seat, and it was a bit unclear. Her gaze swept over the three, and then stood bent and patiently stood waiting.

Lan Ning thought for a moment, and he sat down by the window. As for the two of them to sit there, they gave them troubles.

Because Confucianism was closer to Laning, she sat directly beside her, and Shen Yun did not say anything. She walked down to them and sat down.

When the waiter saw the location and finally arranged it, he handed the menu up.

The dishes are almost all Lannian. The two men only symbolically located two dishes after she finished. After the waiter left, the table suddenly appeared quiet.

Shen Yun picked up the glass and took a sip of tea. He asked Lan Ning: "Since you are an editor at a magazine, is Mr. Yan also an editor?"

"Ah, he..." Laning turned his head to read the Confucian language and seemed to be asking for his opinion.

Confucianism said: "I am the author."

Shen Yun nodded in nowhere: "The authors of "Mistral" are masters."

Lan Ning looked at him curiously: "Squad leader, do you also read our magazine?"

"Well, I buy every period." Shen Yun said, laughing at her. "I wanted to tell you yesterday, don't call my squad leader, it's all in elementary school."

Lan Ning also smiled: "But you are always the squad leader in my heart."

The Confucian language drank aside, and put down the cup to Shen Yundao: "Where is Mr. Shen high?"

"I teach Chinese in high school." He said that he paused and smiled at himself. "Speaking, I have written a magazine."

"Oh, yes!" Lan Ning looked at the Confucian language. "The squad leader has a good grade in his language, especially in essays. He still has to win prizes."

Confucianism said: "I have also had it, and still a lot."

Lan Ning: "..."

"Of course I can't compare with Mr. Yan." Although he doesn't know the pen name of Confucianism, he can be a master in "Mistral" and is also a teacher by Lan Ning. He must be a very famous writer. "I The things I write are also the record-recording mood. It’s not easy to really make a creation. I admire Mr. Yan on this point."

"What do you admire him, he often drags the manuscript." Lan Ning couldn't help but vomit.

Confucian language: "..."

Shen Yun smirked at the opposite side, and the Confucian language squinted and looked at Lan Ning. "I have said that the manuscript of the next book will be given to you this year. What do you want?"

"Even if this can be delivered on time, it will not erase the stains of your past."

"Oh, that's the case, I don't mind adding another piece to my misdeeds."

Lan Ning: "..."

She turned her head and looked at Shen Yun: "See it? Where is this person worthy of your admiration?"

Shen Yun smiled twice and looked at the Confucian language: "I boldly guessed that Mr. Yan’s pen name would not be fortunate?"

Lan Ning was shocked: "The nostalgia of Fortunate Teacher has been so obvious!" He even thought of him when he mentioned the manuscript!

Shen Yun said with a smile: "I occasionally write a magazine for the magazine, so I heard some rumors of a fortunate teacher."

Lan Ning: "..."

The teacher has become a myth in the drafting world.

Shen Yundao: "In fact, in private, I am also a reader of the Fortunate Teacher. I also read the "Death Message" that he recently listed."

Confucianism said: "Thank you for your love."

Lan Ning: "..."

Listening to two readers is very tired.

She stood up and squeezed out from the Confucian language: "I am going to get some drinks and snacks. What do you want?"

Confucianism said: "What do you eat when you take it."

Lan Ning showed him a smile and went to see Shen Yun. Shen Yundao: "I can do it."

……Ok.

She had just walked two steps and was told by Confucianism: "Don't take too much, and you will lose if you can't eat it later."

Lan Ning: "..."

After she left, Shen Yun suddenly asked the Confucian language: "Is the teacher pursuing Lan Ning?"