After the wedding of Han Yaocian and Luo Aya, Yin Hao flew back to the hotel in Qiandao Lake again, although his home is in South China, but he has almost settled here in recent years.

"Bring a steak and wine to my room for dinner!" dialed the front desk phone, only to hear him suddenly say in a low voice, "In addition, I will help buy some sleeping aids, and I will also send them over!" ”

For such a request, the front desk will naturally not refuse, not to mention that they themselves should provide such a service, Yin Hao's level in this hotel alone is enough to make them obedient. When others book hotels, they are calculated day by day, and this Mr. Yin must be a few years, and he can be regarded as a big customer here.

Rubbing his temples, a chill flashed in Yin Hao's eyes, since he participated in that wedding, he felt that his depression was getting worse and worse.

Probably because he had been busy making the wedding gift before, and he was distracted by external objects so that he would not be cranky. But now that he really returns to Qiandao Lake, it is difficult to calm down in his heart, he doesn't know what he wants, but he can't sleep again and again, and wakes up late at night again and again, which makes him very uncomfortable.

What scared him the most was that it had been so long that the outline of his new book had still not been written.

Behind the last fantasy novel, most of the comments were in anticipation of his new book. In fact, even his fantasy editor has urged the manuscript many times, but for some reason, his messy heart makes him unable to give birth to the slightest idea of writing.

Next to the mass of manuscript waste paper, he had no intention of catching a glimpse of the replica of the commemorative book, which he had copied exactly the same before giving the original to Han Yaochan.

"No regrets... Lin Yuyuan... Han Yaocian... Luo Aya, I'm glad to have met you, but I'm unfortunate to have met you! Yin Hao suddenly lost his mind for a while, and then said to himself, "And Liu Zixin's girl, I haven't seen her for many years, I don't know, is she okay?" ”

Memories rushed into his mind like the sea water bursting on the embankment, and with the attack of memories, a spiritual light also appeared in his mind. Moved over the thin and light notebook of the mac, and he skillfully opened the wo

d document, and then quickly tapped the screen, and the bytes jumped quickly line by line.

"Have you heard my story? Enigmatic.. Intoxicated... Lost... No, it should be sad! ”

In those youthful years, he witnessed Lin Yuyuan and unheard tears, and also witnessed the happiness of Han Yaocian and Luo Aya, but this is not his story. In his recollections, it turned out that he also had a period of crazy youth, and his life was buried in those years.

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At the University of South China in 2011, that summer, sweat and teardrops were intertwined, because they ran into a devil instructor.

The first time Yin Hao met Liu Zixin was during his freshman year of military training, and they were naturally divided into an array of Chinese language and literature. However, at that time, the two of them were not sharp, and they were not even conspicuous in the crowd, and there was nothing outstanding at a glance.

It's just that on that day, their female instructor walked to the front of the array with a black face, and the amount of training tasks was inexplicably doubled.

However, military training is an indispensable lesson for new students, and no one dares to openly contradict or disobey the instructors. Everyone was buried in heavy steps, long-distance running, frog jumping, squatting, etc., alternating one event after another, and they couldn't stop until the instructor called to stop.

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After the wedding of Han Yaocian and Luo Aya, Yin Hao flew back to the hotel in Qiandao Lake again, although his home is in South China, but he has almost settled here in recent years.

"Bring a steak and wine to my room for dinner!" dialed the front desk phone, only to hear him suddenly say in a low voice, "In addition, I will help buy some sleeping aids, and I will also send them over!" ”

For such a request, the front desk will naturally not refuse, not to mention that they themselves should provide such a service, Yin Hao's level in this hotel alone is enough to make them obedient. When others book hotels, they are calculated day by day, and this Mr. Yin must be a few years, and he can be regarded as a big customer here.

Rubbing his temples, a chill flashed in Yin Hao's eyes, since he participated in that wedding, he felt that his depression was getting worse and worse.

Probably because he had been busy making the wedding gift before, and he was distracted by external objects so that he would not be cranky. But now that he really returns to Qiandao Lake, it is difficult to calm down in his heart, he doesn't know what he wants, but he can't sleep again and again, and wakes up late at night again and again, which makes him very uncomfortable.

What scared him the most was that it had been so long that the outline of his new book had still not been written.

Behind the last fantasy novel, most of the comments were in anticipation of his new book. In fact, even his fantasy editor has urged the manuscript many times, but for some reason, his messy heart makes him unable to give birth to the slightest idea of writing.

Next to the mass of manuscript waste paper, he had no intention of catching a glimpse of the replica of the commemorative book, which he had copied exactly the same before giving the original to Han Yaochan.

"No regrets... Lin Yuyuan... Han Yaocian... Luo Aya, I'm glad to have met you, but I'm unfortunate to have met you! Yin Hao suddenly lost his mind for a while, and then said to himself, "And Liu Zixin's girl, I haven't seen her for many years, I don't know, is she okay?" ”

Memories rushed into his mind like the sea water bursting on the embankment, and with the attack of memories, a spiritual light also appeared in his mind. Moved over the thin and light notebook of the mac, and he skillfully opened the wo

d document, and then quickly tapped the screen, and the bytes jumped quickly line by line.

"Have you heard my story? Enigmatic.. Intoxicated... Lost... No, it should be sad! ”

In those youthful years, he witnessed Lin Yuyuan and unheard tears, and also witnessed the happiness of Han Yaocian and Luo Aya, but this is not his story. In his recollections, it turned out that he also had a period of crazy youth, and his life was buried in those years.

......

At the University of South China in 2011, that summer, sweat and teardrops were intertwined, because they ran into a devil instructor.

The first time Yin Hao met Liu Zixin was during his freshman year of military training, and they were naturally divided into an array of Chinese language and literature. However, at that time, the two of them were not sharp, and they were not even conspicuous in the crowd, and there was nothing outstanding at a glance.

It's just that on that day, their female instructor walked to the front of the array with a black face, and the amount of training tasks was inexplicably doubled.