The lights of the café are always a little dim, as if the sun has set in the west, and the colorful clouds hang in the sky, dim and dim, but colorful and soft. It's like a lover's amorous hand, gently caressed, comfortable, indifferent, and quiet.

The piano in the corner 'Ding Dong Ding Dong' flows with a pleasant sound, like a clear spring, bubbling with spring water, overflowing through the moonlight, and then flowing gently.

It is said that the brightest place must have the darkest color, and in the warmest place, there must also be an ice-like cold.

Yang Yunruo gently put the coffee to his mouth, and the bitter juice spread from the tip of his tongue and then slowly spread to his throat. It is said that coffee is bitter first, and hands are mellow, but Yang Yunruo only tasted bitterness, very bitter, so bitter that his tongue was a little numb. The time to take a sip of coffee is ten seconds, but Yang Yunruo wishes it was a century.

The coffee table is not big, a small glass round table is wrapped around a rattan frame, and the chair is also made of rattan, so that it is padded with electronics, soft and empty, like sitting on a swing. On the glass table, there were forty-two sugar grains that Yang Yunruo accidentally spilled when he tore open the sugar packet just now. There was also a fruit bowl, there were watermelons, cantaloupe, bananas, millennial fruits, and cut dragon fruits, the largest piece of dragon fruit facing Yang Yunruo's side had fifty-eight seeds, and the smallest one had twenty-eight.

"The coffee here is delicious. For no reason, Ouyang Mingyue said thoughtlessly, then looked at Yang Yunruo, and then looked at Mu Leyao as if nothing happened.

happened to someone else smashing the field, and met Ouyang Mingyue again, plus Yang Yunruo has been a little confused, the follow-up press conference naturally can't go on, and the originally prepared signing meeting is not in the mood to get it, and the celebration banquet that was originally prepared is naturally gone.

Zuo Zhongtang left, and Ouyang Mingyue stood by Yang Yunruo's side, but at the same time she stood over, Mu Leyao also stood over.

Zhao Zhenkai looked at the three young people and knew that there was a story, and it was something that he couldn't get involved in. Tong Xi Yang glanced at each other, and couldn't help but show an intriguing smile, then took the microphone and directly announced that the press conference was over. The restaurant prepared lunch, everyone could go to eat, and then a group of people went to the restaurant. Even those who wanted to stay and wanted to shoot and interview Yang Yunruo and the three of them were also blown away by Zhao Zhenkai, and those who remembered Zhao Zhenkai's words didn't dare not listen, and the entire venue except for Yang Yunruo and the three of them left cleanly.

For Zhao Zhenkai, the main purpose of this press conference is not to sell Yang Yunruo's poetry collection, in his opinion, good books can naturally sell well, and bad books naturally have no market, and the eyes of the masses attach importance to Xueliang. Even if a book is hyped up by someone, it means that the book has some merits, and on the contrary, there must be some flaws in your book. The main purpose of his press conference is to give Yang Yunruo a platform and tell people in the industry that Yang Yunruo is covered by me, it's as simple as that.

Now that the goal has been achieved, it doesn't matter whether there is a follow-up or not, from today on, everyone in the literary world should know that if Yang Yun is his Zhao Zhenkai's person, he is his disciple's successor, everyone will naturally look at Zhao Zhenkai's face, and will not be embarrassed and calculated with Yang Yunruo. Even when it is published, it will be convenient.

The three people who stayed on the edge of the stage looked very awkward. At this time, Yang Yunruo had already come back to his senses a little, although he was still in the middle of being in a state of confusion, but he could already think about things in his mind. He clearly knew that his girlfriend was Mu Leyao, and he slept in the same room yesterday, even if he was a scumbag, he couldn't recognize anyone as soon as he lifted his pants. However, Ouyang Mingyue ...... Yang Yunruo's heart sighed, if it weren't for Mo Yan's death, maybe Yang Yunruo and Ouyang Mingyue would not be the ending they have now;

Ouyang Mingyue's friendship, if Yang Yun can feel it, it is like Mu Leyao's feelings for herself, sticky like a glue for ten thousand years, although you don't seem to feel it when you don't move, but as soon as you move, that kind of silk will surround you tightly. What Mu Leyao told him, Gu Fan's help, and the admission on the stage just now, were all heavy feelings, and this heaviness was enough to bend Yang Yunruo's spine.

"On the way here, I saw a café downstairs, why don't you go there and sit there. Yang Yunruo said with some embarrassment, for now, Yang Yunruo really doesn't know what to do. Directly taking Ouyang Mingyue as his predecessor, he is indifferent to each other, and it seems to be too wolf-hearted. It seems that Ouyang Mingyue is also very wolf-hearted, the difference is that one is for Ouyang Mingyue and the other is for Mu Leyao. However, at this time, Yang Yunruo did not want to offend or hurt either party. But there are some things that don't exist if you don't want them.

Yang Yunruo hated to do multiple-choice questions, especially the kind of multiple-choice questions that were particularly difficult, because he didn't know how to choose at all. If he had a choice, he would rather not publish a poetry collection, not come to the capital, not see Ouyang Mingyue, and live a warm life with Mu Leyao, which is good.

However, life is never forbidden to stay still, it is all about making multiple choice questions without listening, from the direction of your life to the food you eat. Fish farmers hate such an option.

Hearing Yang Yunruo's words, Ouyang Mingyue and Mu Leyao glanced at each other. Ouyang Mingyue saw the raging fire in Mu Leyao's eyes, it was an infinite fighting spirit, just like a lion preparing to attack, the muscles of his whole body contracted, just waiting for the earth-shattering blow. And what Mu Leyao saw in Ouyang Mingyue's eyes was indeed helpless and asked, she was at a loss, and she didn't know why. Mu Leyao smiled lightly, and then remained vigilant and indifferent with an angry face.

They looked at each other, and then hurriedly staggered, as if they had never existed. Each has its own posture, each has its own delicate.

"Then, let's go have some coffee......" Yang Yunruo said a little embarrassed and a little helpless. Seeing that the two of them didn't speak, they had to walk in front and lead the way. Ouyang Mingyue and Mu Leyao followed behind, the two side by side, one was fast, the other was also fast, one was slower, and the other lowered his pace gently and gracefully. If you just look at the footsteps, anyone will praise them, these two people are really a pair of good sisters.