shallow marriage deep love

"What's the matter?" Seeing Ye Tingshen's increasingly serious face and frowning brows, Lu Qinglan was a little worried, and temporarily put aside the annoyance in her heart.

"Qinglan." Ye Tingshen hung up the phone, turned around and held her hand, thinking about it in his heart, "It's Qin Xin's call. There is something wrong with the work you submitted for the rematch."

City A, Yaxuan Clubhouse.

When Ye Tingshen and Lu Qinglan arrived, Qin Xin had been waiting there for more than an hour, walking up and down, really anxious.

Finally, he saw the figures of the two of them.

Qin Xin hurried up to meet him: "Are you here?"

Ye Ting nodded deeply, and was about to say something when the little woman beside her couldn't wait to speak: "What's wrong with my work?"

"Sister, come and see." Knowing that she was more anxious than anyone else, Qin Xin didn't dare to talk nonsense, and directly took her to the computer, "Look, this is the work you submitted yesterday afternoon, you can read this one again , submitted yesterday morning."

Qin Xin switched back and forth between the two windows, and then his voice became lower and lower: "Your works have 90.00% similarities, and the remaining [-]%..."

Qin Xin paused for a moment, seeing Lu Qinglan's face getting worse and worse, he was a little unsure whether to continue or not.

"The remaining ten percent..." Lu Qinglan continued his words, feeling a bit uncomfortable as if her throat was blocked by something, "The details of that work were handled better than mine, and my side There's one place where it's not thought through, and it's more perfect, newer, isn't it?"

After finishing speaking, Lu Qinglan bit her lips tightly, her right hand on the keyboard was also trembling.

"Siblings..." Qin Xin called out in a low voice, not knowing what to say, he could only ask Ye Tingshen for help with his eyes.

"Qinglan." Ye Tingshen walked over, trying to hug her from behind.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qinglan chose to avoid it sideways, staring straight at the computer screen, her voice trembling: "Qin Xin, whose work is this?"

Qin Xin glanced at Ye Tingshen quickly, and said quickly: "Ling Wei."

Ling Wei?

Lu Qinglan moved her lips, but found that she didn't know what to say.

It's that Ling Wei who we met not long ago...

"Qinglan!" Ye Ting hugged her deeply into his arms, not giving her a chance to break free, and said in a low voice, "Don't panic, okay?"

"Yes, brother and sister." Qin Xin comforted.

"En." Knowing that she had frightened Ye Tingshen a little bit, Lu Qinglan nodded.

Not long after, she said sullenly: "What's going on?"

How can two people who have never met before design two works that are so similar.

She couldn't figure it out.

But even so, she couldn't deny that Ling Wei's work had more advantages than hers.

Lu Qinglan's question was actually what both Ye Tingshen and Qin Xin wanted to know.

But they know better that now is not to explore how this happened, but how to solve it.

Lu Qinglan's confidence was obviously blown, and she felt a little sleepy, so this won't work.

"Qinglan, there is still a chance, don't be discouraged, okay?" Ye Ting held her face deeply so that she could see his support, "I'll be with you."

"Yeah, yeah." Qin Xin is stupid and doesn't say anything to comfort him, although he doesn't need to comfort him now, "Sister and sister, there is still one night before the deadline for the semi-finals, you can do it!"

One more night...

Lu Qinglan said it silently in her heart.

"Qinglan, as long as we have time and opportunities, we all have to try. How will we know if we will succeed if we don't try?" Ye Ting looked at her deeply, "This year's Ruishang Zhiyun has produced so many works before." Didn’t we all come here? It’s your dream, isn’t it?”

His words were firm and full of power, Lu Qinglan looked at him with trust shining in those dark eyes.

She didn't want to give up, but she didn't expect such a thing to happen.

But she still worried him.

"En." Finally, she nodded heavily, "Ting Shen, let's go back."

Nodding, Ye Ting held her hand tightly.

"Third." When approaching the door, Ye Tingshen stopped suddenly without turning his head, and said in a cold tone, "Check it out."

Qin Xin nodded solemnly: "Fourth brother, don't worry."

As soon as she got home, Lu Qinglan carried her computer into the study.

Ye Ting knew that she needed a quiet environment, so she didn't disturb her.

I looked at the time, thought for a while, turned around and went to the supermarket outside the community to buy vegetables.

study.

Even though the sound of Ye Tingshen closing the door was very small, Lu Qinglan still heard it.

Her legs were bent and her chin rested on her knees, which seemed to be a necessary movement when she was upset or in a daze.

The computer was quietly placed in front of him, and the two works were still on the screen.

She read Ling Wei's work again from beginning to end.

It is said that works are like people. The biggest difference between Ling Wei and her own works is that she can make people feel such a gentle tenderness in her works, like a trickling stream, very comfortable.

Bei Chi bit her lips subconsciously, for some reason, Lu Qinglan's mind was filled with the way she saw Ling Wei during the day.

And that sentence: "Ting Shen, I'm back."

"Ah, don't think about it, don't think about it!" Lu Qinglan ruffled her hair with a headache, but found that she couldn't calm down in frustration.

"You only have one night, one night, don't think about it, don't think about it, put your heart and soul into it, put it into it, put it into it..."

Lu Qinglan kept admonishing herself, forcing herself to redesign the work, but in return, she became more and more irritable and had no inspiration at all.

Outside the community, inside the supermarket.

Ye Tingshen is choosing a steak.

Finally, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to take out the innermost piece.

Unexpectedly, the other hand just covered it.

"What a coincidence, Mayor Ye."

Qiao Zhishan withdrew her hand, pointed at the steak with her eyes, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Mayor Ye to like homemade steak."

"En." Seeing clearly that the person who came was the person next to the third child, Ye Ting nodded politely, but there was no expression on his face.

Qiao Zhishan was a smart person, so she naturally knew what his expression meant, so she didn't say anything else at the moment, reached for the steak, turned around and left.

Ye Tingshen continued to select the ingredients to be used, and soon forgot about it.

It's just that he didn't expect to run into Qiao Zhishan again when he was carrying his things back. It was still on the same floor and the same elevator.

"It seems that we are really a coincidence today." Qiao Zhishan smiled.

When the elevator came, she walked in first: "Mayor Ye, which floor are you on, let me press it for you."

"No, I'll do it myself." Ye Ting didn't look at her deeply, reached out and pressed 7, and there was no communication after that.

When Ye Ting opened the door and entered, he happened to hear the sound of glass breaking from the study.

"Qing Lan!"

Ye Ting was shocked, and rushed in without even putting the shopping bag in the kitchen in time.

When he opened the door, he saw a broken glass next to the table, and his silly girl was bending over to pick up the broken pieces.

"I'll do it." Grabbing her hand, Ye Ting sighed deeply in his heart as he glanced at the extremely messy tabletop from the corner of his eye.

Ye Tingshen found a broom, and Lu Qinglan sat on the chair silently, returning to the original posture.

"Qinglan..." After everything was packed, Ye Ting squatted in front of her, gently stroking the back of her hand with his fingertips, "Tell me, what are you thinking? En?"

Feeling his eyes burning on her face, Lu Qinglan turned her head awkwardly.

"Qinglan." Ye Tingshen simply held her face, making her unable to escape, "Who am I to you? Why didn't you tell me?"

Lu Qinglan was forced to look at him.

Handsome facial features, sharp-edged face, deep eyes, all proclaiming his worry.

Although she understood, Lu Qinglan was in a mess right now.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Ye Tingshen asked again: "Who am I to you?"

For some reason, when she heard these words again, the jealousy hidden in Lu Qinglan's heart immediately gushed out.

She knew what he wanted to hear, but she refused to let him do so: "You are my Ye Tingshen!"

Hearing that her tone was not right, Ye Ting smiled deeply and said, "Didn't you agree to call Ting Shen?"

"Don't call, don't call, don't call!" Lu Qinglan suddenly played a childish temper, opened his hand, stood up on the seat, condescending, "Ye Tingshen! Ye Tingshen! Who likes to be called Tingshen?" Who told me to go!"

She is determined today, and she will fight against him no matter what.

After thinking about it for a while, Ye Tingshen understood.

She minds.

"Okay, okay, I am your Ye Tingshen." Ye Tingshen hugged her horizontally, then let her sit on his lap, and hugged her tightly, "I am your only Tingshen, and I will not allow others to call you like that in the future." Me, okay?"

It was rare for Lu Qinglan to be so unreasonable. She suddenly found that since she was with Ye Tingshen, she seemed to have a more real self, happy and casual, all because he doted on her.

Just like now, he tolerates her irritability and her temper.

Thinking of this, Lu Qinglan lowered her head silently.

Ye Ting knew that her temper could come and go quickly, so he said with a smile, "Did Qinglan get jealous just now?"

"..."

She didn't answer, and Ye Tingshen didn't force her, and changed the topic back to the previous one: "Don't push yourself too hard, relax, and change your mind, maybe you will suddenly become enlightened. I'll cook, and you can go to the balcony to lie down." After a while, didn't you say that's where you get the best inspiration?"

Saying that, Ye Tingshen kissed her earlobe again: "Qinglan, I will be with you. Don't forget what I said before, the charm of Ruishang is not the only way to prove your strength."

Unable to resist his persistence, Lu Qinglan went to the balcony.

Ye Tingshen thoughtfully found some soothing music for her to play, and found a few books, then turned and went to the kitchen.

When the sun is setting, the sunset glows the sky with its beauty.

Lu Qinglan looked at it, and then started to fugue again.

She didn't know how long this situation lasted, and when she came back to her senses, there was already a burst of fragrance from the kitchen.

Her little uncle is preparing dinner for her, simple but very happy.

The next moment, Lu Qinglan obeyed the call in her heart, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Leaning against the edge of the counter, Lu Qinglan smiled.

Sunset, caring people, steak, red wine, roses.

and many more!

In a flash of inspiration, she thought of it!