Where is Xiangsi Mingyuelou

The first task Mingyue received was to deliver news on behalf of Mingjing.According to her image, the contact station this time is in the bookstore. This is also a decision made by the organization after consideration. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is not deeply involved in the world. Going to the bookstore can always reduce the suspicion of others.

The first contact was a week later.The most urgent task is for Mingyue to memorize the password book by heart. Another problem is that she does not know some traditional characters.

So after Mingyue got the codebook, she read it over and over again day and night, and asked Axiang for some pens and paper to practice some characters that were very unfamiliar to her.A few days down, fruitful.

"Well... big sister, should I find a school for Mingyue?" Minglou looked at Mingyue's practiced calligraphy, "Girls should go to school too. How about finding a girls' school?"

Ming Jing was stunned for a moment and said: "Nowadays the world is not peaceful, who knows how long the school can last? My cousin sent her here to let her see the world. In my opinion..." Ming Jing thought for a while and said: "Here Mingyue finds a tutor, the progress is faster than in the school, and the teacher is tight to her, I always think it is better than the girls' school."

Ming Jing smiled and pulled Ming Yue's hand and asked: "Ming Yue, what do you think?"

Mingyue knew that if she was studying in a women's school, it would be difficult to control her time, and she was not here to study.Furthermore, it is still very fashionable for today's famous ladies to invite teachers at home, and Der Spiegel's move does not arouse suspicion.So she lowered her head and pretended to be cute: "Mingyue always listens to big brothers and big sisters."

"Okay! I happen to know Mr. Yi, who is very knowledgeable and talented." Ming Jing clapped his hands and said, "I'll invite him, I'm more at ease." As soon as the words finished, Ming Jing went to make a phone call.

Minglou smiled noncommittally, then glanced at Mingyue's writing and said, "Mingyue, come here. Some of the words here are not neatly written."

"Zhang Ruoxu's Moonlight Night on the Spring River. Mingyue, what books did you read in your hometown?" Minglou sat down, wrote a few words neatly with a pen, and asked: "I see you speak with a Sichuan-Chongqing accent. Where can it be?"

Mingyue saw that he was serious about writing and reading, so she said absent-mindedly: "Yes, my hometown is—"

wrong.Mingyue's voice stopped.Is Ming Lou telling her own story?But he said it so naturally, maybe it was just a casual question...

Minglou's hands were still steady, leaving strong ink characters on the snow-white paper.He didn't seem to notice Mingyue's hesitation.

But for a few seconds, Mingyue felt her thoughts go back and forth several times.She took a deep breath.

"Hunan."

"Huh? Hunan? I thought you were from Sichuan." Under the blurred lights, Minglou's unique voice seemed to be smiling.

Mingyue blushed suddenly, and felt a rush of blood rushing upwards.She faltered in the answer, secretly hating how her usually fluent mouth would tie up as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Oh, when I was in my hometown - I had a good friend who came from Sichuan...and taught me a lot of Sichuan dialect."

Minglou wrote a few words, then shook his head and said, "You need to practice more, not only pen calligraphy, but brush calligraphy as well."

He took one from the pen holder.When studying ink, he frowned slightly, meticulously.Mingyue stared at him intently, and she didn't know when, but felt that she couldn't move her gaze away.

"Come on, come here." Minglou raised his head and met Mingyue's gaze.Closer, closer again, holding the pen, the knuckles are stiff and painful.The wrist was clasped gently, following his strength.He seemed to be intentionally keeping a sense of alienation from her, but he breathed vaguely and caressed her hair, making the back of her neck itchy.She didn't know whether it was an objective or subjective reason, but she always felt that his face was sticking to her neck—an unrealistic idea, Mingyue was thinking wildly.Tilting his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of him so far away from the corner of his eyes—but why did he think that way just now?She let out a thin breath, not knowing whether she was longing or disappointed.

No, it's not right.

Until the strength of the wrist stopped, until he seemed to hear his ethereal voice - "Think more, think more..."

No, his voice doesn't seem to be like that.The little deer in Mingyue's heart started to run around, she seemed to be floating lightly on the clouds, listening to his voice was relaxed and happy, as if she was in a good mood.

This is the character of the film and television drama.one she said in affirmative tones.

This is untrue.

fake, not real.

Isn't it real?

Minglou let go of her hand and stood behind her.

Isn't it real?

With the residual heat still on the wrist, this is a real person.

Isn't it real?

The black and white words in front of me, especially that sentence, caught my eyes and engraved in my heart.

Life is endless from generation to generation, Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiangyue is for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds were gone, and Qingfeng Pu had no worries.

Who's Bian Zhouzi tonight?Where is Acacia Mingyue Tower?

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