I remember that when I was taking the transfer exam, Mr. Xingxing, who Wang Chengyou helped her apply for, said: In the next year, because you have nothing, you will not lose anything, and there is nothing to lose, no matter where you go, you are winning.

Now, it is this sentence that inspires her!

How many times when she was sleepy and tired, when she wanted to give up, she told herself: every day she persevered, the vine became a little more tree. You have nothing to lose, no matter what step you take, you are winning, you are always winning!

One day, one day, three months, 90 days and nights, she persevered with her strong desire to turn vines into trees.

The design draft of the old bungalow was finally approved.

The groundbreaking ceremony was completed yesterday, and today's main creator Mr. Fan gave the whole team a day off. At that time, she was closer to Wang Chengyou than when she was at Jinqiao Academy, but she was so tired that she didn't have the strength to speak, and she just wanted to fall asleep on her top bunk.

The driver of the Big Page Interior Space sent her back to Goldbridge College, and there was no doubt that she fell asleep again on the way.

This morning it was time to get up, and the biological clock tried to wake her up, and she explained to herself groggily: Today is different from usual, and she can sleep a little longer. The biological clock is entangled with the power of consciousness, and the body is struggling between "sleeping" or "waking up", and she has a dream that she and Wang Chengyou live in a thatched house...... Bling！ A spark of inspiration flashed. She woke up instantly.

Thatched House Hotel!

From the outside, it is a thick, pristine thatched house.

From the inside, it is a solid wood sorghum, and it is a modern interior with bright and clean windows.

Isn't this more achievable than a tent hotel? Moreover, even the building materials have been solved! Anyway, in that place in Yunnan, there is a tradition of using thatched to make houses.

Because he was too excited, Mo Yan shook his hand and sent a message to Mr. Fan.

In the past, she used to discuss with writers; Today, she trusts Mr. Fan more.

Fan is always a capable woman in her thirties, with short hair and ears, and an unusually solemn eyebrows, only when she is working, she suddenly bursts into tenderness and joy. It can be seen that she is really a woman in the new era who was born for her career.

Mr. Fan used to be an architectural designer, but later, he found that he was talented in interior design, so he changed careers.

Unlike the single woman Mo Yan originally envisioned, Fan was always married. Her husband is said to be a police officer. However, she doesn't like to talk about anything other than work, and is always said to be just talking.

The instructions given by Mr. Fan were simple: she didn't care about the tent hotel and was not prepared to meddle. It is recommended that Mo Yan check the relevant information on the Internet, and talk to the relevant person in charge after mastering the information he can master.

The so-called relevant person in charge, so far, what Mo Yan knows is the writer.

On this Sunday, when she instinctively rested, she still sat in the computer room that could be opened to the literature for a day.

After browsing one day, she had a rough idea in her heart, and she was in a good mood, but she didn't expect to go back to the bedroom to get a warm coat and meet Wang Chengyou. It was originally a great joy to meet Wang Chengyou, but his appearance of finding fault with him like this really made her uncomfortable.

Don't want to quarrel.

I don't want to be a demon.

I don't want to see him turn into a demon.

Mo Yan turned around and left.

took three steps, and was suddenly hugged by Wang Chengyou, who threw away his long legs from behind and caught up.

Wang Chengyou wrapped his hands around Mo Yan's shoulders and poked his nose into his flexible black hair. He sniffed deeply in his hair and asked her in an aggrieved voice, "Why don't you let me come to you on the weekend?" Why do you hang up my phone in a hurry every time? Why did you promise me to grow my hair long but you wouldn't? Because the surname Wen said that you are more energetic to keep short hair? ”

Mo Yan raised his head and leaned on the shoulder behind him.

She looked ahead with a little distraction, because she understood his grievances, a cloud of moisture rose in her eyes, and the moisture made her vision blurred, and the people coming and going in front of her could no longer see clearly.

"Because," she began, her tone tired and stubborn, "some are born high on the mountain; And some people can only climb up little by little on their own. ”

Wang Chengyou was anxious, and pulled Mo Yan over: "What are you talking about?" What 'up the hill', what 'up to the top'? Has my mom ever come to see you? ”

Mo Yan raised his little face and looked at Wang Chengyou greedily while eating and laughing: "Look, your first reaction proves that you also understand in your heart that there is a gap between us." You're worried that your mom is using this gap to put pressure on me. Right? ”

Wang Chengyou wanted to argue speechlessly, so he could only avoid him: "I don't care." ”

"I know." Mo Yan nodded, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his handsome face. Strange to say, the facial features are still those facial features, but he is becoming more and more handsome and elegant, "You don't care." I don't care. But if we can close the gap, we will face less resistance. You always admit it, don't you? ”

"So you're putting me aside, not asking, just to close those so-called gaps?"

"Bridging the gap is hard. You've given me plenty of motivation, though. ”

"Fool. Removing resistance, that's my thing. ”

The thorn-picking style disappeared, replaced by the affectionate, Wang Chengyou's heartfelt gaze and heartfelt expression.

Mo Yan smiled more heartily: "It's not like that, if the two feelings are ...... for a long time"

"Nope! I want every morning and twilight I can want. ”

"You're too greedy."

"It's you who are so cute. I want to take all the problems in your world under my belt. If I could, I would like to breathe for you. ”

"Then I...... Can you still ...... What to do......"

"Wait for me...... Love you ......"

Fortunately, at seven or eight o'clock in the evening in early winter, the visibility is really limited. Underground lovers can finally rest assured to "review" their lovers' homework.

For the last time.

Say yes for the last time.

But I don't know how many lasts.

In short, the last long kiss finally came to an end.

There were very few pedestrians around, and although they didn't look at the time, the feeling that Jiu Li's legs were about to break reminded the two of them that it was time to close for bedtime.

Mo Yan in his mouth was reluctant to let go, "poof", like two vacuum sticky hooks finally separated. Mo Yan clasped his hands together and covered his lips, afraid that there would be one last time.

She ran two steps forward, and suddenly turned around again: "Thank you." I don't have long hair because I don't like my aunt. The relationship between me and Wenhao is just a friendship between the boss and the employee. You have to believe...... Yourself! ”

Wang Chengyou was overjoyed in his heart and wanted to catch up, but Mo Yan, who was scared by the kiss, ran faster than a rabbit.

Well, his self-confidence, which had been poisoned by the writer, was healthy again.

Look at the time, it's already a quarter past ten in the evening. Wang Chengyou was brisk as if he had grown wings, and a smile spread on his face, and his mood was so good that it was different from the bad mood when he came.

Under the street lamp, he ran and jumped like a mischievous elf, and soon came to the dormitory building where King Kong was.

When I arrived at King Kong's door, I knocked on the door and suddenly felt that something was wrong.