[Hong Kong Entertainment] Aoyama can't hide

In the eyes of outsiders, Xue Jing is like a madman. She hardly wants to sleep. Her mind is full of stories in Zhu Xian, every word and deed of the characters, and the direction of the whole story.She kept writing and revising, and this time she didn't ask anyone else to read it. Maybe it was "Listening to the Snow Tower" that gave her confidence, and she began to gradually adapt to her own writing style, not completely copying the original work.But the essence remains the same.

Sister Li dragged her to buy a typewriter the day after she got the check. She saw that her daughter's hands were almost out of shape before handing in the manuscript. A nice expensive typewriter.Xue Jing desperately asked Li Jie to buy a massage machine and go back to massage her waist and legs that have problems at work every day.

Once the typewriter was installed, Xue Jing couldn't wait to start typing. She felt a little uncomfortable at first, because she was used to typing in pinyin, so she spent a day barely learning to type traditional characters.Thanks to her seamless fusion with the memory of this body, otherwise it would really be a hundred times more painful than it is now.Think about it, what you think in your mind is Mandarin, and when typing, you type traditional characters, and you have to type according to the traditional input method.Too tangled.

In the beginning, she was very slow, she kept typing wrong words, and there were countless pictures in her mind waiting for her to type out each word. She couldn't help becoming irritable, and when she looked back and saw the box containing the saxphone lying on the bedside, her heart skipped a beat. Calm down, and slowly turn the picture and sound in your head into words and type them out between your fingers.

She was obsessed with the monotonous but persistent ticking of the typewriter, and often forgot to sleep and eat. Sister Li still had time to take care of her at first, but after she went to work, she had to ask Mrs. Huang next door to remind her to eat and sleep.

The first time Grandma Huang saw this girl was from a dozen photos of Jia Kui and Jia Qiang brothers. That day, many friends came to play in the Band room. She was sitting in a corner reading a book and was fascinated by them. A photo, demure, refined.

This kind of girl is almost not offensive, and then accidentally learned something from her sons, she felt that if this girl married home, she would really be very popular.

It's just that seeing her obsessive and crazy energy now reminds me of my two sons, alas, I sigh in my heart, but I still take care of them carefully.

Although Xue Jing is in a state of confusion, she still feels grateful and nervous for Mrs. Huang's care, and at the same time is mixed with a little shyness, after all, she is someone's mother!

But as soon as she got back to her room and stared at her typewriter, she couldn't think of anything.In this state, she has no time to think wildly, her world has become simple and pure, relatives, lovers, friends, career - if copying books can be regarded as a career.

Mr. Dong was amazed by Xue Jing's writing speed and rich imagination of the works. Together with Mr. Cha, he lamented the vigor of young people and happily gave the manuscript fee.

The weekly sales volume of "Listening to the Snow Tower" was released today, 20 copies, which is enough to surprise people.So Mr. Dong received a fresh idea accidentally mentioned by Xue Jing and planned to hold a book signing for her.Xue Jing refused without even thinking about it. Didn't she show her face like a star?What freedom is there?Mr. Dong saw that her attitude was not too forced, so he gave up.

Xue Jing went back to the nest and buried her head in typing. She still found time to write in her diary, but it was very simple. In the limited time she was freed from the world of "Zhu Xian", she wrote in her diary.

One day when she dreamed of Ka Kui's funeral again, she sobbed silently and wrote the lyrics of "I'll Have You in My Life".

This poem is very suitable for her current situation. After she wrote it, she just sat there alone and hummed softly:

lifetime with you

because I dreamed of you leaving

i woke up crying

Watch the night wind blowing through the windowsill

can you feel my love

wait till the day when i grow old

are you still by my side

look at those oath lies

slowly drifting away with the past

多少 人 曾 爱慕 你 年轻 的 容颜

Know who is willing to bear the ruthless changes of the years

How many people have come and gone in your life

Knowing that I have you all my life and I will be by your side

当 所有 一切 都 看 平淡

是否 有 一 种 坚持 还 心 心 间

多少 人 曾 爱慕 你 年轻 的 容颜

Know who is willing to bear the ruthless changes of the years

How many people have come and gone in your life

Knowing that I have you all my life, I will always be by your side

多少 人 曾 爱慕 你 年轻 的 容颜

Know who is willing to bear the ruthless changes of the years

How many people have come and gone in your life

Knowing that I have you all my life, I will always be by your side

Knowing that I have you all my life, I will always be by your side

(Lyrics from Baidu)

How much she wanted to be with this person for the rest of her life, regardless of whether something terrible like the one she knew would happen in the future.But fate is really unpredictable, even if she is a time traveler, there is no guarantee that she can change fate as she likes.

In her dream, she always watched with horror the ferocious black shadow of fate following behind Jia Kui.

In fact, she is a potential fatalist!

And Ka Kui may be more like an optimistic pessimist.

After Xue Jing finished writing, she sang it over and over again. In the end, she was really tired and sleepy, so she just fell asleep like this.

While she was sleeping soundly, she strongly felt that there was someone beside her. She woke up suddenly, sat up from the bed, and saw that there was really a person at the table in a daze.

The familiar eyebrows and eyes made her eyes wander, lingering and forgetting to return!

"Did you come back from Africa? When did you come back? Why didn't anyone tell me?" When she jumped off the bed and rushed to someone to hug him, a series of continuous movements and continuous questions finally came. Pull someone back from a dozen manuscripts.

An intimate hug full of longing silenced Xue Jing instantly, and the corners of her mouth raised to the maximum extent.Smelling the smell of tobacco on his body mixed with his unique familiar smell, she really felt: he is finally back!

I haven't seen each other for a few weeks, and the two of them have endless conversations, without being affected by time and space in the slightest, exchanging with each other about their recent situation, as well as their experience in Africa, Xue Jing thinks that they can wait for him to settle down and listen carefully He said it was better to hear him sing.

"What is this?" Huang Jiaju pointed to the box, which he had never seen in Xue Jing's room before.

"I bought it as a gift for you, guess what?"

Seeing that someone was playing tricks, Huang Jiaju cooperated and guessed wildly, laughing so hard that Xue Jing couldn't straighten her waist.

In the end, he handed the box to him, and said with a sweet smile, "You'll know if you open it yourself!"

"Ah! Yes..." Huang Jiaju stammered in surprise when he saw the treasure in the box, carefully took out the saxphone, installed it skillfully, picked it up and began to play.

"This is..." Xue Jing couldn't believe that what he was playing was the song "I'll Have You in My Life".

How did he know this song?Could it be that he also time-traveled?

Impossible, then he heard what he was humming, this, doesn't this mean that he also saw him crying!

Oh, what a shame!

Xue Jing wanted to leave in embarrassment, especially when she saw someone's exaggerated smile.

This man is too hateful!

Seeing others cry and laugh so happily.

"I miss you too."

In fact, he didn't need to do anything, the first hug was enough for Xue Jing.

Hearing the simple but sincere words he said while looking into her eyes seriously, Xue Jing burst into tears again.

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