Wen Jiemei silently muttered to herself, and subconsciously turned her heart into words on paper.

She looked at the words and said in her heart:

If I hadn't met Yang Yilin, I wouldn't have such heartfelt words, I wouldn't have this kind of heart, and I wouldn't have talked to myself. That's right, if I hadn't had it, I wouldn't have been able to write the words on this paper.

Now, the words that this heart has become are fundamentally related to Yang Yilin. Since it has something to do with him, I was asked to talk to myself and write at the same time, which wasted my precious time. This can't work, I'm a little annoyed in my heart! So, why don't you show these words to Yang Yilin and let him see them?

Yes, yes, let him see it! I bother, he's idle? He gave me so many unpleasant words that I can't forget it until now, and I can't let him forget it! He has to think about it when he reads this text, right? I just let him bother, I don't like him! I threw that bullshit love affair with him out of the clouds of the alien galaxy a long time ago!

Wen Jiemei found a vacancy, she took the piece of writing paper and went to Yang Yilin's office. She also learned to pretend, and when she saw Yang Yilin, she smiled and said: "Yilin, I have read a few magazines in the past few days, and as soon as inspiration came, I wrote these words." I think it's okay, if you can change it, you can still sing it at the song.

"Oh, yes, you can compose music, Xiaowen can be regarded as a composer. You modify this text, and the two of you discuss composing the song together, this song will definitely be very good, and the three of us will contribute to the song together. You say, okay?"

Yang Yilin took the piece of writing paper, took a cursory look at it, and said, "How do you write this character? How does it look like a painting? Some of the characters are not too obvious, are you absent-minded when you write them?"

Wen Jiemei hurriedly smiled and said: "No, no, that's me writing while making accounts, eight points of my heart are used for making accounts, and two points of heart are used for writing, and it is written like this." It's really not going to be dual-minded, and I'll never write like that again. Oh, oh, my account is very clear, I've checked it. I'm still busy, I'm leaving. She finished and walked out the door.

Yang Yilin carefully read the text written by Wen Jiemei, and he thought that in this first sentence, there is one: time is a healing medicine. Oh, got it.

Yang Yilin is so smart, he understands Wen Jiemei's meaning one hundred and twenty percent, he can't help but close his lips hard, frown, raise his hand and touch the back of his neck and rub it back and forth, at this time he has a feeling: Well, yes, she is the kind of flower that blooms in the dark!

Yang Yilin, like Wen Jiemei, also 'draws' words on the paper, muttering to himself:

"This flower grows in the corner, it grows silently in the dark, I have never seen it, I have never smelled its fragrance, I have not realized its existence, but it quietly blooms before my eyes. ”

He wrote to himself, sighed to himself, and then wrote to himself: "I saw it vaguely bright that day, and today I realized its sad trauma, I am innocent, and I can't compensate for it, because of me, I can't give it rain, dew and sunshine." I can only apologize and wish it well, but I still feel a little unbearable and melancholy. ”

Yang Yilin muttered to himself, he raised his hand and touched his forehead, he didn't stop talking to himself, nor did he stop writing, his eyes were a little wet, so wet that he didn't write, his handwriting was a twist and turn that was not on the word. He looked at these bends, and suddenly remembered Zheng Xiaowen, he wiped his wet eyes, took out another piece of paper, and wrote to himself:

"At that moment, I was colorblind! The buds were waiting to bloom, the flowers were blooming beside me, and my energy was all on the flowers of my heart, and I never paid attention to the fragrance of my heart. ”

Yang Yilin muttered to himself, he shook his head silently, and then wrote to himself:

"My flower seeds are planted under my heart, and her roots are deep and green. I watered my buds with rain and made my buds bloom, and the climate I gave her was that long spring and no winter. The buds of the petals are beautiful and bright red, and she is always beautiful in my heart and sky. My flowers are like the bright moon shining on my heart, my flowers, my infatuation, the two are in love!"

Yang Yilin looked at the words he was talking to himself, he felt that he was still not enough, and continued to write to himself:

"The bloom of my heart is the ten colors, and her bright and bright light is reflected in all directions. The wind of my heart gently blows my flower branches, she sways slightly, she is beautiful and tender, waving endless fragrance to me. Her elegance and tranquility are immeasurable, her fragrance refreshes my heart, and I am drunk and crazy! My drunken eyes are awake and look in other directions, and the world beyond my heart will immediately become chaotic and gray. ”

Yang Yilin said to himself, he looked at the words he wrote, he was quite touched, and muttered a few words to himself: "Love is possessed, I have a quirk, ignoring Tao Li around me, and only recognize me and you." ”

Yang Yilin finished writing, he also finished talking to himself, he raised his hands and stretched. As soon as his stretched hand was put down, Wen Jiemei came in again. He looked at Wen Jiemei with questioning eyes, seeing what she was going to say to him.

Wen Jiemei said to Yang Yilin with a smile: "I'm fine now, and I wrote a few more sentences." Anyway, Xiaowen and the two of you compose music, and it won't tire you. Here, you look at what is written on this paper again, where is it not going well, you can change it. When she had finished speaking, she turned and went out.

Yang Yilin said in her heart: This little girl, what's wrong with her today? Why are you so verbose! Oh, stop talking nonsense, let's see what she wrote?

Yang Yilin only looked at the first few words of the text, and said: "Ahh

Yang Yilin looked at the words on this piece of paper, and he unconsciously read it: "I am a beautiful big girl." He only read this sentence, and then laughed, laughed, and then said, "I am self-reliant, self-loving, self-respecting, and upright." At that moment, he made my heart move, and from then on my mind was in a trance and foggy. It turns out that panicking and burning face is love," when he read this, he couldn't help but laugh again, and said, "This little girl is really interesting!"

He then reads: "When I saw him, I was at a loss, I didn't know what was going on or what was going on. My love bird can't be called, he ices the resonance of the bird, he always doesn't care about cold words with a relaxed face. He stopped laughing when he read this. He was thinking: Who is this talking about? Say me? No, no, it's the brains of this little girl, don't touch your Yang Yilin's side!

He continued: "Oh, I am hot summer, he is the middle of winter, and the mixture of fire and water is incompatible. Let's go, gritted my teeth and broke off the relationship, stopped, stopped, and took Ace back into my heart. Ouch wow, I look forward to it, I wait patiently, there will always be an enthusiastic boy who will knock on my door, I wave my hand, say goodbye to him, I turn in style, my steps are in a hurry!"

After Yang Yilin finished reading, this time, he also shook his head, which means that these girls are incredible. It's just that he tasted the last sentence, and he smiled easily in his heart.

Yang Yilin thought again: During this time, the song will end, and it has always been Kang Ming who sent Wen Jiemei. Then, looking at the words written by Jiemei, there must be new progress in the relationship between her and Kang Ming.

This girl, at the beginning, she always said that she couldn't write, but as a result, she wrote so many words with feelings and connotations, it seems that love has tapped her talent. She is a girl who does have an attractive and unique taste, which is remarkable! She is strong, beautiful, gentle and elegant, and full of feelings. It's time for Cumming to enjoy all this!

Yang Yilin read the words written by others, and he was beautiful in his heart, and he thought about himself more than he could: Well, Kang Ming is the same as me Yang Yilin, we are all blessed people!