It was already six o'clock after Yan Wensian finished entertaining book fans, and he was also on the first floor of the Xuanting Building, just opposite Room No. 3 where Chen Feng's book fans gathered. When the last book lover walked out of the room, Yan Wen sighed and closed the door.

Where is his book lover already empty, but what about Chen Feng? Yan Wensigh was still lively when he passed by, as if the tears of book lovers flowed out. He smiled and didn't enter the same fun as Broken Dream Fei. Putting on gold-wire glasses, Yan Wensian left the Xuanting Mansion.

The Qin Dynasty Network is not located in the very prosperous city center of Yanjing, and it is relatively remote from the city center, which is why the Qin Dynasty Network was built on such a grand scale. "Qingfeng, lend me your car." Yan Wen sighed and said to Zhuge Qingfeng, who was smoking at the door.

Every time Zhuge Qingfeng sends away the book lovers, he will smoke at the door of the building, seven years is like a one, so that not only the etiquette lady at the door of the building knows, but also some book lovers who are familiar with Zhuge Qingfeng. In the words of Zhuge Qingfeng's book fans: He is a person who has shaved off three thousand troubles, but his troubles are still like the sea.

Zhuge Qingfeng held up a big bald head, glanced at Yan Wen with a wry smile, and said, "Why bother? Yan Wen sighed and didn't speak, staring at Zhuge Qingfeng. Zhuge Qingfeng didn't know how many times he had seen this kind of look, he was very resolute and sure, helplessly, he took out the car key from his pocket and threw it to Yan Wen, sighing, "Good luck." ”

"Thank you." Yan Wensian drove away from the Xuanting Building.

Ten minutes later, the BMW stopped in front of the Qin Dynasty editorial office building. The car quietly stopped in the parking area, and Yan Wensigh stood next to the car, leaning against the wall. Very tenderly looked at the unfinished rose in his hand, and slid his left hand slightly, as if he was afraid that the flower would be accidentally broken by him.

The roses are very showy and delicate, but it is a pity that they did not wait for the person in their dreams.

There is a newsstand across the corner.

The newsstand owner shook his head, accustomed to seeing this scene in his eyes. Every year around this time, he would see the man come here on time, standing downstairs with a rose in his hand. But the flowers have never been given away.

From time to time, the man would buy him a newspaper and sit in the carriage to read it, relieving the boredom.

Newsstand owners who haven't graduated from elementary school don't know what melancholy means and what profundity is. Although he knew that this was the well-known editorial office of the Qin Dynasty in the country, and that many celebrities appeared here in and out, and he also knew that the identity of the man was extraordinary, he had no intention of asking. He admired the man very much, and that man gave him a very sincere feeling.

Since four years ago, whenever the annual meeting of the Qin Dynasty Network, this man would come to this building and wait quietly, which has continued to this day. However, the boss has never seen the woman the man is waiting for, and even the boss sometimes thinks that the woman the man is waiting for does not actually exist. No matter how strange a man is, the newsstand owner thinks that the man in front of him is not bad.

Yan Wensian stood silently until half past eight, the sky was already dark, and the ink clouds connected the sky, and a light rain began to fall. Yan Wen sighed and muttered, "Hasn't she accepted it yet?" Yan Wensian silently opened the BMW car and drove the car out of the Qin Dynasty Editorial Building.

The newsstand owner walked out, handed a low-quality cigarette to Yan Wen, who lowered the window, very smoothly, and said with a smile: "If you don't dislike my low-grade cigarettes, just accept them, there is no other meaning, I just think you are a man!" Actually, it doesn't matter if you smoke it or not, after all, it's just five or six dollars a pack of cigarettes, shabble. ”

Yan Wen sighed and smiled, he never smoked, but he smoked the cigarette of this unknown boss, and stopped the car and stood with the newsstand owner. The two are elegant and rugged, but they walk together very naturally.

"Come, come in and take shelter from the rain." The boss said kindly.

Yan Wen sighed and shook her head, took a few puffs of her cigarette, and sighed, "She still hasn't come down, I will continue to wait." Hehe, uncle, you haven't been sitting at the newsstand for more than ten years, and I don't know if she will come down with me? Yan Wensian showed a bright smile to the newsstand owner.

It wasn't despair, it was hope.

The boss smiled honestly: "The elementary school teacher once told me a sentence, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, and I will give it to you today, I think I chased my daughter-in-law like this back then." "The owner's voice was very proud.

Yan Wen smiled, nodded to the boss very sincerely, and then walked into the BMW. The car drove out of the building.

The boss looked at the shadow of the car that was gradually moving away, shook his head, and sighed: "A man waits for a woman at the same time of the year, rain or shine, will that man be bad??" The boss didn't know what romance was, he felt that this feeling of a man was very reassuring to him, very comfortable, and he remembered that he had chased his wife like this......

"Sister Qirou, he's gone." Shen Ruohan lay on the window and said regretfully. In Shen Ruohan's eyes, Yan Wen sighed that he was the only one who could be worthy of Qi Rou's many flowers among so many men he had seen in his life. The eldest brother Shen Kuangyi, who is called the perfect lover by many female surnames, is not as good as Yan Wentan in Shen Ruohan's heart. It's a pity that the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless.

"yes, I see." Qi Rou tapped the keyboard lightly and continued to work, looking unmoved, but the frequency of the keyboard was inadvertently disrupted, could it be that Qi Rou was really unmoved? No one knows, except herself.

"Sister Qirou, he is so infatuated, why don't you marry him? ? I'm sure he'll be nice to you in the future. Shen Ruohan wondered.

Qi Rou stopped her hand, looked at Shen Ruohan with a pair of dusty eyes, and sighed: "Maybe I'm stupid, he is indeed a good boyfriend, and he will definitely be a good husband in the future, how I am with him will definitely be a couple that everyone will envy in the future, but my heart does not throb at all about him, this may be fate." I don't want to be so entangled, it's not only a great hurt to me, it's also a great hurt to him! ”

For boyfriends and girlfriends. A woman is very moved by a man's behavior, but she is not half distracted, which may be the biggest tragedy of that man. The word fate has been like this since ancient times. Who said that Ma Wencai was not tempted by Zhu Yingtai thousands of years ago? It's a pity that Zhu Yingtai is infatuated with Liang Shanbo.

King Xiang has a dream, but the goddess has no heart.

Qi Rou looked out the window, looked at the light rain that was falling, and finally sighed. That's been thirty-eight days.

She still remembered that Yan Wenxi announced an almost impossible oath the day after she saw her: No matter what the weather, what the situation, as long as I come to the Qin Dynasty Network between six and eight o'clock, it will belong to you.

Before, he didn't know how Yan Wenxi would make two and a half hours that belonged to her. She found out later. Standing in a corner of the building that she couldn't see, silently waiting for her.

Yan Wensian attended four annual meetings, a total of forty days, but thirty-eight days were wasted here. That line of wheel prints has been erased by the dripping rain......

"I'm back, the writers are all together, let's go to dinner." Zhuge Qingfeng looked at Yan Wensigh with an elegant smile, he didn't ask about the result, because the result had been decided since Yan Wensigh appeared calmly.

Yan Wen sighed and shook his head, and said, "I still have something to do today, so let's go tomorrow." With that, Yan Wensian handed the key to Zhuge Qingfeng.

Looking at the lonely back, Zhuge Qingfeng sighed. "Since ancient times, it has been the word love that can make people do this."

"Hey, bald, what about Yan Wensi? Why don't I see others? "At about nine o'clock, Shattered Mengfei walked out with a large group of Nirvana book fans and said to Zhuge Qingfeng.

"Who knows?" Zhuge Qingfeng shook his head.

"Let's go, let's go to the hall on the second floor, I'll take you to meet some friends, your kid's writing and writing skills need to be improved, it's a peerless opportunity for you to learn!" By the way, what about your eldest brother's nirvana? Didn't he leave too? Zhuge Qingfeng slapped the guy who was afraid of shattering Mengfei, who was neither big nor small.

"I don't know, he took a call and left."

There are many great gods in the hall, there are more than two hundred in total, almost all of them are the top gods of the Qin Dynasty Network, except for the tragic man of Broken Mengfei, of course. But it's a pity that two people in the limelight are missing: Nirvana and Yan Wensi.

Yan Wenxi was flipping through Tagore's gardener's collection in the room, but what about Chen Feng?

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