The girl in red smiled and took out five books from behind her, "I'm leaving, this is for you." ”

She stole it from her home. Anyway, my father hasn't read much in the past few years, either he is spoiling his wife for no reason, or socializing with those adults. Books are placed on the shelves and no one cares about them, so it is very deserted, so it is better to give them away.

He happily took it.

It's all one-of-a-kind, and he likes it very much.

She sent it, and he liked it better.

It was late at night, and Honeysuckle couldn't sleep anymore.

She lit a candle.

Sit at the table in a daze.

I was stunned.

And he extinguished the candle.

When I opened the door, in an instant, my figure disappeared into the dark night, like a wisp of wind across the sky and earth, without a trace.

She slipped into the National Teacher's Mansion to go to the study.

Because she had been here during the day, she quickly found the study, and unexpectedly, the light inside was still on, and the window was open, and she clearly saw that he was burying his head in business.

Why he was always so busy, she didn't understand.

Why isn't Dad too busy?

Is it because the official is big?

That's not right.

She originally wanted to sneak in, but now in this situation, she can only show up seriously. Her figure landed outside the door and knocked on the door, "I am Honeysuckle." ”

Soon, he came to open the door.

He was surprised that she appeared late at night, but he didn't say anything, and gently lured her in.

"I can't sleep, I'll borrow a book to pass the time." She explained.

He nodded.

In the study of Nuoda, on the rows of bookshelves, Honeysuckle searched one by one, carefully searched, but did not find the books that were given to him in his dream. Was that really a dream? Just a dream? She was a little disappointed.

Disappointed, she searched again.

Or not.

Looking at Bai Che, who was struggling to write, he couldn't help but remind, "Aren't you worried about exhausting yourself?" ”

Bai Che: "I'm fine. ”

"Wait a minute." As he spoke, he opened the drawer in front of the table and took out a pair of red earrings, drop-shaped, "I'll give it to you." ”

She didn't answer.

The gaze is frozen.

I saw that in the drawer that had not yet been closed, there were books she had given quietly.

Suddenly I laughed.

After Bai Che closed the drawer, she took the earrings, "Is there a mirror?" There was no study, but there was a bedroom, so he took her to the bedroom, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees, and she sat in front of the mirror, carefully putting on the earrings, and moving slowly.

"Is it pretty?"

She turned suddenly.

Smile like a flower.

He looked a little stupid for a while, and his eyes were stained with a hint of confusion. How could it not be pretty. She had always been the best-looking person he had ever met. He hummed, and saw her slowly approach him, about twenty inches between them.

It's not close, but it's already the closest she's ever been to him, the closest she's been to him in five years.

He felt his heart pounding violently in his chest.

Filled with joy.

He struggled to remember the moment.

Make memories come true.

Honeysuckle looked at his eyebrows and eyes that seemed to have been carved by heaven and earth, and her eyes traced his face little by little.

He seems to have changed a lot.

It doesn't seem to have changed.

Half an hour later, she walked out the door, into the endless night, "I'm going back." "The doubts in my heart have been solved, and I shouldn't have insomnia this time.

Soon it was gone.

Following.

Honeysuckle is more sleepy.

When her father knocked on the door for the first time, she rubbed her messy hair and opened a slit in her eye, "Dad, I'm sleepy, can you let me sleep more." ”

When she knocked on the door the second time, she was sleepy-eyed, "Dad, I'm so sleepy." ”

The third time, she coquettishly, "I didn't sleep enough." ”

The fourth time, pulling his father's sleeve, like a poor kitten, "Just let me sleep again." ”

Master Zhang rejected her, "Look at what time it is, your mother and I have already finished eating." The kitchen leaves some for you to eat hot yourself. ”

"Ugh." I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to get up.

She wailed inwardly.

Looking at the honeysuckle, Master Zhang urged again, "When I was in the early court, the national teacher's face was not very good, and he was miserable and white, your mother boiled chicken soup, and you sent it to him while it was hot." ”

Yes? She instantly sobered up for the most part, "Why don't you go?" ”

Cultivate relationships with colleagues.

Stammered a big official.

Isn't it good?

Master Zhang glanced at her with his eyes, "It's raining outside, you asked your father, an elderly man, to travel in the rain?" ”

Honeysuckle:!

She felt sorry for him.

But who feels sorry for her.