one and two wide

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Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows to see her acting like a baby, then ignored her fur, lifted the quilt, and carried her off the bed by the way.

Wen Yan, who was frightened by the cold, supported Xiao Yao, who was bending over to fold the quilt, while jumping to put on his shoes, "You rude bastard, we will end our friendship, end our friendship!"

Xiao Yao said perfunctorily, "Just as long as you are happy".

Wen Yan was only wearing a knitted sweater, and when she was in a hurry to put on her shoes, Xiao Yao had already folded the quilt, and took the overcoat on the table to wrap it up for her, so when Wen Yan finished putting on her shoes, she could only stare angrily and get ready The person who locked the door.

"Speed ​​up, or you'll be home in the afternoon."

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Their home is in an ancient town near Luoyang, and there are so many tourists on New Year's Day that the bus is packed like a can of sardines.

Wen Yan pulled the ring and looked out of the window through the small gap between people, even if she swayed left and right, she steadfastly did not move her gaze.

Xiao Yao glanced at the time, and from the corner of his eye, he saw her trying to maintain her balance.Judging from how well she knew Wen Yan, this girl was having a fight.

Wen Yan's profile is relatively deep, and there is a classical charm on her body. When she is not smiling, she is noble and glamorous, like a noble lady from a family, but in front of acquaintances, she looks very warm-hearted, dark and generous.

That is to say, she only plays petty temper in front of her relatives and her. Can she say that the character prototype of Plum Blossom Fairy is actually Wen Yan's hidden side? After Wen Yan read the script, she ignored her for two days.

The awkwardness of this man is always so strange.

Xiao Yao was thinking aimlessly, accidentally braked suddenly, and a car of people leaned forward. She was holding the vertical pole, but her gentle face swayed, and she was caught off guard by the sudden start just as she stood firm. After bumping into someone else, Xiao Yao didn't want her to have contact with strangers at all, so he helped her in time.

With Xiao Yao's support, it seemed as if something had been erased, and the person who had a cold face just now pulled her to speak with a bright smile, and couldn't stop the rhythm at all.

stupid.Xiao Yao raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes softened a lot.

Wen Yan felt that it was unfair, and Danfeng, who had already begun to look good, narrowed her eyes, "Why is it enough for you to bring a mobile phone wallet every time you go home, and I still need a big bag."

Isn't that right? After changing out of the bloated sports school uniform, Xiao Yao was wearing a slim camel-colored nylon coat, leggings, and Martin boots. Like going to a party.

"Where did I only bring my mobile phone wallet?" Xiao Yao seemed to cast a disdainful glance at her, "Isn't there someone else here?"

"I still need you to bring it?" Wen Yan was unconvinced, "If cause and effect are not established, just admit that you are lazy."

"Oh, so what do you need to take home?"

"Clothes, shoes."

"There are at home."

"Little Mirror Wooden Comb Hand Cream Lip Balm."

"I am naturally beautiful and do not need external affirmation."

"...Don't be ashamed, you always have to bring the books, it's the term exam when you come up."

"you will see"

"..." Wen Yan hesitated for a moment, and said righteously: "Attitude! Attitude determines everything. Comrade you are too narrow-minded, and you can't carve it out."

"Shut up, your bag is on my shoulder."

"…oh."

Noisy all the way past, the time is not very long.

Their homes are in the same alley, but one is the end of the alley and the other is the head of the alley. After the intersection is separated, Xiao Yao walks slowly along the long street, and the bluestone pavement is still vicissitudes.

Holding the copper ring on the wrist, pushing open the heavy wooden door, and walking through the courtyard, the bird's nest on the old locust tree in the courtyard is still there, the water in a jar is frozen, the water lilies are sinking in a dream, and the old man of Huafa is still beating ink clay in front of the hall .

"grandfather."

"I'm back," Xiao Shen showed a bright and kind smile, and his hands kept moving, "You're hungry, the kitchen just made pastries, go eat some first, and you can have dinner when your parents come back."

Smelling the familiar fragrance of ink, Xiao Yao felt relieved.

She sorted out the various ink inkstones on the shelf, talked with the old man, and then went to the kitchen to get pastries as promised.

Putting the plate on the log table, I looked at the antique boudoir where I lived for more than 30 years, and unconsciously remembered the scene when the old man died.

The old man is at the end of his life, at the age of ninety, it can be regarded as a happy funeral, and a condolence meeting for his children and grandchildren.disciples and followers.All the neighbors came.

She still remembers the day before the old man died, lying on the rattan rocking chair in the courtyard enjoying the afternoon sun comfortably, holding a carved wooden pipe in his hand, without any sign of decay.

He sighed to his granddaughter who hadn't returned home for a long time: People, live according to your heart, don't look back when you do things, it's not necessary.Don't force yourself, you can swim freely.

The old man's life is not smooth, but he is optimistic. He lives according to his own way. Sometimes he is as stubborn as he is alone in fighting against adversity, and he will not let his son and granddaughter take over his career according to his wishes. He is enlightened. Calm, as thick as a mountain.

Maybe he saw the gloomy granddaughter, maybe it was just a simple warning.

However, Xiao Yao at that time was indeed in pain for some reason, avoiding returning to this town, returning to this too familiar place.

She drew a prison, framed herself inside, and framed the world outside.Can't get out, can't escape.

Xiao Yao lay on the bed, looking at the flower carvings on it.

Do it all over again, what's the point?

She didn't think she would change her choice.The decision she made at that time was not necessarily the most appropriate, but it must be the most correct.

Xiao Yao can't have a gentle face, it's doomed...

☆. When rebirth is in progress (4)

Mr. Xiao Yan and Ms. She Yuan opened a special style restaurant on the busiest street in the ancient town. A part-time calligrapher and a part-time travel columnist, from time to time put up a sign to come here for love, so pack your luggage The speed was extremely fast, the two of them dug Xiao Yao out of the bed when it was dawn in the morning, and boarded the plane in a hurry.

Xiao Yao looked at the dark clouds outside and yawned.I slept too late last night.

The 16-year-old Xiao Yao decided to lay the foundation stone for his literary dream, and registered as an author on a popular novel website with his story.

But she didn't know that a million-word long article was randomly pulled out on that website, and she didn't know that the most popular ones were actually stallions.Betting stones.Gongdou.Shengxian.My fate is up to me, my serious literature rushed to the street, and died in obscurity.

The full text was opened by 800 people, and there were three messages: one to manually say goodbye, one to advertise, and one to ask how to pronounce "夨".

From then on, Xiao Yao decided to stay away from this group of people with fishy lips, and naturally abolished a pseudonym.

It was not re-serialized until ten years later.

In her life, she had two pen names, one was Zhizhou and the other was Scarecrow. The latter occupied half of the Internet literature, but no one knew that the Scarecrow with unconstrained thoughts was the writer whose pen was so depressed, and no one knew that Xiao Yao was What did Wen Yan pay.

They were already strangers at that time.

When Xiao Yao checked the computer last night, just like in his previous life, the 16-year-old Xiao Yao had already written the outline of the story and was waiting to start an update during the winter vacation.

Silently changing the outline beyond recognition, she doesn't mind the scarecrow showing up early.

She will not write the stories she has written again. For a person who really loves words, the stories are for herself, and it is just a windfall to infect readers.

When we arrived at She’s house, it was the same as before. Everyone sat and chatted together. After eating, men and women played mahjong at each table, while Xiao Yao played lol with his two cousins. The posture began to change.

Wen Yan and several fanatics from the Moyun Hanfu Club cosplay characters from a fairy drama and are making trouble in the gymnasium.

Ruan Qingyu missed it because he was preparing for the joint art exam, and disappeared after posting a crazy emoji in Moments.