Sitting next to the old gentleman, until I saw the clouds, I felt like a world away.

The last time was for him to cross the clouds, cross the vast continent, and many long rivers, but it was not for any romantic reason.

This time, although it can still be said to be because of him to some extent, and it is not romantic, it always feels that something is different.

"Champagne, do you want it?" The professor's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Yes, it's full, thank you." The king smiled at the man and turned his head to look at him: "Don't you read?" ”

The lady was still sitting by the window inside.

He clearly brought the book, and she saw it.

On such occasions on the plane, he probably doesn't like to gossip about some personal matters.

I found out last time I took the high-speed train with him.

The professor smiled, reached out and took out the books, but there were two of them, and he handed her the thin one of the two black books, and said, "For you." ”

"You're so sweet." The lady said without compliment.

"After all, I'm afraid you'll be bored." He sat on the side by himself, leaving the lady to dry, this kind of ungraceful thing, not to mention his style, even the desire to survive would not allow it.

Since you can't make small talk, let's talk about some books.

And in order to prevent the lady from raising the bar with him, the professor specially selected an anthology of Scottish poetry.

The king was not like a person who read such books, but it was okay to read them without interest, she could not read Gaelic language, but fortunately there was a translation, and even if she read it hard, she still read it with difficulty.

The professor would occasionally glance over and point to the blushing love poems on it and read it on his subwoofer.

"For God's sake...... "The lady leaned against the window in shame." Aren't you British? ”

"You're from the ancient country, you can speak Cantonese, right?" The professor asked.

"And your lovely French."

Wang Xizhi glared at him and warned him to shut up, and the professor leaned aside to the side, not touching her, and she took a sip of wine to calm down.

This time she read it again, and the professor didn't come to read the poem, she felt that something was wrong, but she refused to invite him to read the poem, so she turned to look at him: "What are you looking at?" ”

She saw the cover.

Shock the ladies all year long.

"Letter from a Strange Woman".

The lady had a strange expression on her face, as if she had discovered his strange hobby, and the professor had wanted to explain that the title was not the key to the book, and he thought that the lady had misunderstood.

"Why do you want to read such miserable books?" She asked. "You're living too leisurely, so go to the book to experience the pain?"

The professor breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately she didn't think about it that way, no, fortunately she knew what it was.

"No, I've seen some works lately and want to learn more about this style." The professor said.

"Now, do you think you look like the writer who broke into the little girl's world?" The lady smiled and closed her book. "Always cast a veinous, tender, and inclusive gaze on all the ladies."

The professor closed the book, glanced at the cover, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's a matter of demeanor, and you're not going to think of it as a little girl who belongs to you, are you?" ”

"Wouldn't it? Are you really? The professor smiled suddenly, looking at her dodgy eyes.

There was a moment, or many moments, when he tolerated it, and the lady felt so, and then the grumpy lady took the lead again and told her, "Fool! Wake up! He would do that to every lady! You're just close to the water! ”

"Of course not!" Even if Wang Xizhi was ashamed, he still lowered his voice. "You and I are not writers and little girls."

"Indeed, the girl is pitiful and stupid, and the writer ......" he habitually did not want to comment, after all, the lady was now contrasting.

However, he snorted coldly to express his attitude.

rejected so many admirers, but only for a writer who was promiscuous, and in the end could only grasp a hazy premonition, it is better to say that her pity stems from her fanatical love and stupidity.

The professor stared into her eyes and smiled, "I recognized you, and I recognized you again when I saw you, and I testified about you in front of Adams." ”

At the mention of Adams, the lady was a little sad, but when she came back to her senses, she saw him staring at her motionlessly, and she said, "What's so big about that?" ”

"I'm not hard to recognize, let alone something like that!" That damned sinner mentality.

It's over, I feel like I won't be able to look directly at the black book in the future! Especially recently......

The professor whispered to her, "I've always been hard-mouthed, and I'm very puzzled. ”

The lady avoided his breath, and he was so close that he was about to kiss him, and she whispered, "Have I ever had this?" ”

"It's very few, but I have to admit that I can't deny it entirely." He seemed to be saying it seriously, but in fact, he was laughing at her.

"Then you're because of this thing I have almost nothing...... Wang said halfway, the second half of the sentence couldn't be spoken, the professor looked at her encouragingly, and she finally said: "Do you like me?" ”

"It's not." The professor nodded. "Well, what you said makes sense, in fact, objectively speaking, this is also a kind of style."

The lady slapped him, still with the meaning of "Say it again!" ”。

"What's the matter, in fact, I think the contrast between your sharp appearance and your heart is what attracts me more." The professor opened the book, and at the end of his life, he remembered something and leaned it into her ear.

“Lanchester！” The lady scolded him in a low voice, her chest heaving with anger, and her face was bright red.

The professor is satisfied, right, it's actually quite interesting, not to talk about those complicated, because a book talks about some everyday topics.

Quietly open a yellow tone to tease her again.

If it weren't for the plane, the lady would have killed him.

In other words, she can still restrain her volume after listening to that sentence, which is really controllable.

Ji's first impression was right, this is a controllable person, although her emotions are mostly uncontrollable, some of her basic behaviors are always under control.

For example, don't talk loudly on the plane.

The yellow sentence opened by the professor is:

It's like you always say no, but you don't push my mouth away.

......

From Hacheng to Egambio, it takes less than three hours by plane.

That is to say, when they set off, the little boy landed early.

"To you or to me?" The professor was asking where he was staying, and he didn't contact Pavarotti to pick him up because he wanted to visit Egembio with the lady after a long absence.

"There you are." The king said indifferently, and when he saw him looking at himself again, he remembered the stubble on the plane, and he was so angry that he hit him a few times and glared at him.

The professor shrugged, and while she didn't hold grudges for long, a few hours were clearly too short.

"I'm in a single apartment." Wang Xizhi gritted his teeth, didn't he want to go to him, did he think he still wanted to have Dukeka's embarrassment? "I can't live it."

"And I haven't lived in too long, it definitely needs to be cleaned. Can you stand a house full of ash? ”

"Actually, I'd love to see where Madam used to live." The professor rubbed her chest, which didn't hurt much, but she just liked it. "It's also good to clean together."

"You? Sweep? Wang Xizhi looked at him and raised his eyebrows.