When He Smiles - Chapter 8

During that time, there was light rain in late autumn.

It is November, and it has been less than 20 days since the deadline for the preliminary contest of the new concept. Meng Shengnan wrote a short story of 2○○○ and described an outline of 2○○, but from the beginning to the end, she was not satisfied with how she looked at it.

So, I wrote it and deleted it.

In short, she is annoying at everything, the draft is not new, and she can’t keep up with her studies. She always likes to run off in class, she doesn’t know what she is thinking, and her nerves are always tense. On Saturday, she locked herself in the room and changed the outline of a new subject. Her hair fell so badly. If there is no surviving power to reach the goal, she might have died young.

When I was young, I liked to read books, all kinds of things. Later, she had an idea, and the ceremony encouraged her to write it herself.

Meng Jin recommended dozens of juvenile books to his literary friends, and then they were out of control. Later, when I read O. Henry Maupassant, I liked the satire, so I practiced imitating myself, but the truth is naive.

At the age of fifteen, she began to write stories.

The ceremony said that in order to write about the ordinary world, Lu Yao went to live in the rural area of ​​Yan’an for three years. And because of this, the morning starts at noon. Thus, Meng Shengnan began to contribute realistically. I voted for a few articles, and almost all fell to nothing. The ceremony also said that literature was hot in the 1930s and 1940s. Shen Congwen in a ten-square-meter house was full of steamed buns and pickles a day. He lived on the relief of friends for three years before anyone admired him. You are only fifteen years old. .

At the age of seventeen, she participated in the new concept for the second year.

For the first time, I didn’t win any titles, but fortunately, I made a few like-minded friends, which is not a loss. There was a crackling outside the window in the middle of the night, and Meng Shengnan’s thoughts were interrupted, and when he opened the window, it was raining. A few drops splashed on his cheeks, and he was more than half awake. Penguin ticked in the lower right corner of the computer.

Someone is online.

Wu Feng Lian Ye Yu and the ghost painting symbols were chattering in the group of six of them.

Jiang Lang only came out: Is it in the middle of the night?

Guihuafu: I miss you.

Every night rain in the house: so is my brother.

Zhang Yiyan: What’s the situation of the three of you?

Guihuafu: Beauty, don’t say hello when you come out, listen to Brother Scream?

Every night rain in the house: Same as above.

Jiang Lang is exhausted: Same as above.

Zhang Yiyan: Put your face together.

These three children: Huh?

Zhang Yiyan just slapped it—absolutely.

Meng Shengnan looked into the screen and couldn’t help but smile. The group laughed before the smile lasted for a second.

Guihuafu: Meng Shengnan, you don’t speak online again, are you?

Meng Shengnan’s nerves were tense.

Every night rain in the house: The only knowledgeable Nanmei in our six-person walk, can you tell me something to my brother?

Zhang Yiyan: Who doesn’t know the truthfulness of the book, can you try one more sentence?

Meng Shengnan smiled.

Guihuafu: Damn, Zhou Ningzhi is not online either.

Jiang Lang’s talent is exhausted: Xiao Meng is not there, he must be closed.

Meng Shengnan took a deep breath, and the joke was so big that he quickly appeared: Good evening, all heroes and beauties.

These three heroes directly sent a sentence: I rely on!

Jiang Lang laughed: still the power of public opinion is strong.

Meng Shengnan: “…”

The five people started chatting again and again, and then they talked about Zhou Ningzhi helping the editor review the manuscript.

At that time, Zhang Yiyan went for a stroll on No. 675, and saw the corridors spreading over the area with manuscripts sent from all over the country. The first time he saw this battle, he was also dizzy. That day, I just met Zhou Ningzhi. Zhang Yiyan said that he seriously reviewed the manuscript without even looking up at her. At that time, he wanted to beat him up, and all the people in the group made a big laugh.

Then asked her then?

Zhang Yiyan said that several other male editors were also reviewing the manuscript at the time, and he chatted casually. At that time, many manuscripts were handwritten, and personal life photos were posted on the registration form sent. When you see a beautiful woman, the male editor’s eyes are blooming and passing through it in turn, only Zhou Ningzhi lowered his head, that’s almost impossible.

Everyone laughed again.

Zhang Yiyan: I broke his private affairs, will he beat me?

Guihuafu: Out of feelings for you, brother will not sit back and watch.

Every night rain in the house: Same as above.

Jiang Lang’s talent is exhausted: Brother is timid, you can pass you a stick if you can’t beat him.

Meng Shengnan’s smiling stomach hurts.

These people unanimously sprayed him: Get out.

At the end of the talk, I returned to the topic: the progress of the manuscript. As a result, except for her, those goods were sent out 800 years ago. Everyone except Zhang Yiyan averaged five copies. So, under their stimulation, Meng Shengnan ran to the city library to borrow books the next day to find inspiration.

Later, I didn’t find the inspiration, but I met Fu Song.

He and her stood by a row of bookshelves, one to the left and the other to the right. This person was really serious when he did things. The distance between his head and each page of the book was equidistant, and the time to turn the page was still equal.

Meng Shengnan didn’t dare to bother, and after borrowing a few books, he left the library, and within a few steps, he heard someone calling her from behind.

“Why do you go so fast?” Fu Song had already reached her side after speaking.

Meng Shengnan coughed: “Why did you come out?”

“Why didn’t you just call me?”

“You take it so seriously, do I tell you to live?”

Fu Songyouyou glanced at her: “Psychologically speaking, your thoughts are obviously too nervous. As far as I know, we have known each other for 52 days. Although it is not nothing to talk about, it can be considered a help. You Generally speaking, his personality is pretty decent. In summary, if you just said hello, I won’t let you die. Maybe I can give you some pertinent advice on borrowing books.”

“…”

She asked: “What advice?”

Fu Song glanced down at the book in her arms: “A hundred years of loneliness, paradise lost, red and black, Ten Days, Border Town?”

“Well, is there a problem?”

“Four plus one?”

Meng Shengnan: “——What’s wrong?”

“You are sixteen years old, so you are not suitable for seeing Lost Paradise.”

“why?”

Fu Song looked at her for a while before saying, “You are still a little young.”

Meng Shengnan glanced at him up and down: “Aren’t you seventeen, big?”

“bigger than you.”

Meng Shengnan took out the Paradise Lost and shook it before his eyes.

“you saw it?”

“–Ok.”

“What are you talking about?”

He paused for a second.

“Affair.”

Meng Shengnan’s mouth opened into a ○ shape: “Philosophy Rat, you are really not an ordinary person.”

Because it is famous, and she borrowed it all at the time, and she couldn’t return it as soon as she left the library. Therefore, Meng Shengnan used this as an excuse. Fu Song said solemnly: “Then you can lend me this book.”

“what?”

“Notify me when you return the book, and I will return the book to you again.”

Meng Shengnan: “…”

This is also OK?

“You are not math, and there are a few types of questions. I will have time to talk to you tomorrow Monday.”

Meng Shengnan: “…”

Threatening threatening.

A long time later, Meng Shengnan went to university. I saw this book on loan in the school library by accident. That night, I was lying on the bedside and looking through the lamp, but before I read a few pages, I blushed and my heart beat. At that time, she had to thank Fu Songduo for giving her a few years of simple time.

Arriving at school on Monday, neither of them mentioned anything about yesterday.

Fu Song still gave her the topic, his expression was meticulous and serious.

Nie Jing also came over: “I don’t know this question, Fu Song, speak slowly.”

The boy paused, speaking slowly.

Meng Shengnan heard that nearly half of it had understood, and turned around to verify. Nie Jing was still listening to Fu Song. A few minutes later, she turned around and whispered to Meng Shengnan, “He is still a bit fast. Do you understand? Tell me again.”

As a result, a topic was discussed for nearly ten minutes.

The third quarter of the afternoon was physical education, and Meng Shengnan’s speech at that time was already dry. Everyone went to the small playground during the courseware break, and she went to the pool to get hot water to drink. I met an old classmate from high school and chatted for a while. Seeing that class was about to start, I hurried back to the classroom to put a cup of water.

The classroom was too quiet, leaving Li Yan and the monitor, not knowing what they were talking about.

The conversation stopped as soon as she entered the classroom. Li Yan looked awkward and disgusted. The monitor looked at Li Yan and walked out of the classroom sideways. That look, Meng Shengnan could not tell. She stood on the seat and dabbled.

“Hey, don’t you have a physical education class?” The girl stopped her at the table.

Meng Shengnan was sluggish for a moment, it seemed that this was the first conversation between the two since the beginning of school. The girl starts with “Hey”, obviously she doesn’t know her name, but there is a sweet smile on her face.

“Aren’t you going to physical education?” the girl asked again.

Meng Shengnan uttered an ‘oh’, and hurriedly said, “I’m going now.”

“The preparation bells are ringing, hurry up.”

Meng Shengnan was a little surprised at the girl’s sudden eagerness: “–what about you?”

“Wait for someone to go.”

Meng Shengnan was a little strange, but he nodded with a smile, and then walked out of the classroom. But until she walked out of the teaching building, she looked back. The girl didn’t come out at all, did she skip class? Waiting for someone? Who are you waiting for?

In physical education class, the teacher just said a few words and moved freely.

Meng Shengnan was called by Xue Lin to play badminton. The setting sun was shining, and there were lively running figures everywhere on the small playground. Nie Jing counted the **** on the side and saw that Meng Shengnan was a little absent-minded, and asked her: “What do you think about you, there is one ball left.”

“Oh.”

After playing several rounds in a row, Meng Shengnan never won at all, and always finished as soon as he played.

Nie Jing: “You played pretty well before, are you okay?”

Xue Lin: “That’s right, why is it uncomfortable?”

Meng Shengnan shook his head and thought for a while and said: “You guys fight, I will come back to the classroom to drink some water and take a break.”

I don’t know if it’s the devil or something else. Perhaps in Fu Song’s words, this is really a psychological problem. Since she heard Li Yan say’wait for someone’, Meng Shengnan couldn’t concentrate.

In the teaching building, there are teachers’ lectures and students’ noisy noises.

Meng Shengnan felt very quiet, little by little, she approached the classroom she had just left, and stepped up the stairs step by step. The heartbeat speeds up a little with every step.

The last step is the back door of the classroom.

Before I got close, I heard a low gasp from inside. The flirtation between men and women, the girl’s soft coquettish voice, and the sound of breath that seemed to grow stinging, spread bit by bit in Meng Shengnan’s ears.

“Miss me?” The boy’s voice was low and hoarse.

“I don’t want to.”

“I really don’t want to?” The boy finished asking, the girl groaned, and the boy chuckled.

“Your hand, move around.” The girl protested, her voice still sweet and delicate.

“Where did I move, here, here, or—?” The boy’s voice lowered.

“Ah, Chi Zheng.”

“Ok?”

“They are shy.”

The boy lowered his head slightly and said two words in the girl’s ear.

The girl blushed, rubbing against his chest and burying her face tighter.

At that time, it seemed that the surrounding breathing was slow. Meng Shengnan didn’t hear what he said last, just hearing it made her blush and heartbeat. For a moment, she felt that she was sick, how come she came here like a fool because of the girl. Do you really want to verify that the person who occasionally thinks of it is him, and he is also the one that I want to meet every time I look forward to guitar lessons.

Almost immediately turned around and fled.