The night is intoxicating, and every late at night, Lin Xiran sits alone on the balcony with a glass of wine, looking at the vehicles that are still flowing under the lights, and enjoys the tranquility of the night.

For a whole afternoon, Linda's absent-mindedness was in her eyes, and sometimes Linda was like a mirror of her heart, reminding her of the joy, joy and sorrow of what she was.

And that's what she's missing, and now she's more like a programmed robot, happy and sad, and accepting anything good or bad, such as the writer's sudden no-show.

For her, when she first heard Linda say that the other party broke the contract and refused to cooperate, what she subconsciously thought of was not her own attitude towards this matter, but extremely professional, and regarded it as a means for the other party to deliberately raise the price.

It was the sentence that blurted out that angered Linda, who was a loyal fan of the other party, and watched Linda stand up and argue from the perspective of a book fan.

"Director Lin, please objectively admit that since we took over this best-selling book, have you, as the director, tried to understand the book or the author himself?"

After hearing this sentence at that time, Lin Xiran was stunned in place, and it took just a few seconds to recall that she had a trace of emotion since she first took over this case, so that she didn't have a good understanding of this work or the author himself at all.

For a professional planning director, what she has done recently is quite unprofessional, if it weren't for Linda's angry outspokenness, I am afraid that it will inevitably affect the future cooperation.

"Director Lin, you usually educate me that once you take over any case, you must have an in-depth understanding of the other party's every move, and never bring trouble to the company, so for Mo Dye Fanghua, the work is like a child he has bred with all his heart's work, do you still think he shouldn't refuse such a hasty cooperation from us?"

Drinking the liquid in the cup, Lin Xiran closed her eyes and carefully recalled the disappointment on Linda's face at that time, and the adoration on her face when she talked about the ink-dyed fragrance, which suddenly made her feel the urge to read that novel.

The light blue dark pattern book cover seems to have a magical magic that is fascinating, I have to say that this book is formulated very carefully, the texture of each page is very comfortable, even the light red flowers at the end of the page are printed very commensurate.

Deliberately ignoring the handwriting on the cover of the book, I hurriedly turned the first page, and the text in my eyes was more like a self-preface, describing the author's memories of that relationship over the years or the author's inner unwillingness.

The story takes place in middle school, where the boy tries his best to get close to the girl and silently watches her every move, but the girl's sensitive vigilance makes him a little helpless.

Reading this, I don't know if the glass of red wine just now started to work, Lin Xiran always unconsciously transformed the boy in the book into the clean and sunny tablemate in the depths of his memory, and he also took such pains to walk into her sight.

Step by step, from classmates who have no intersection to the same table, and then step by step to good friends, so that in the end it becomes her unspeakable heart.

At that time, the sky was as blue as in the novel, they met in the best middle school, and his walk was the first light that ignited her dark life.

Especially during the time when Liu Shu told her about her mother, she always wandered in class, leaning on her desk and staring at the practice questions in a daze over and over again, recalling how many times in her childhood she woke up at night and the emptiness of the room.

Recalling the envy in her eyes every time she passed by the street corner and looked at the mother and daughter in love in the window, she kept pestering her grandmother when she was young and asked why the mothers in the books were warm, but she didn't have such a warm mother?

The answer was always the only one, and Mom was busy until a few days after a uniformed uncle brought a death notice from his father in prison, and that man suddenly appeared at home.

When she was young and didn't know how to be sad, she ran over happily and rushed forward to make a fuss about the late warmth, but what she saw was a fierce quarrel between that person and her grandmother.

"Hey, Lin Xiran, don't be lazy on purpose, this question is up to you."

Xu Mo's urging voice interrupted Lin Xiran's daze, raised her head apologetically, smiled, bit the ballpoint pen, and paid attention to the question again, this is a physics problem, although the formula is fixed, but her previous answer is obviously wrong.

What is the miscalculation?

"Hey, you're not dirty, the ballpoint pen is in the mouth again!"

Before she could think of what was wrong before, her hands suddenly emptied, and then a voice that belonged to Xu Mo's disgust came, and the tone of fuss was as if she had eaten something dirty rather than just a ballpoint pen.

Of course, Lin Xiran, who has been eating pen nibs since elementary school, doesn't really think how dirty her ballpoint pen is, not to mention that she won't die just by biting it.

Looking at Xu Mo's serious face, he blinked mischievously, muttered a fuss in his mouth, and relocked his gaze on the miscalculated physics problem.

"Lin Xiran, you are enough, what did you whisper just now?" Note that when Lin Xiran muttered in a low voice, Xu Mo smiled at the corner of his eyes and asked with a straight face.

But the joy in his heart is indescribable, seeing that the smile on her face has become more and more during this time, and the whole person has become vivid, no one is happier than him, and he can't imagine that the persistence that he had to give up finally sees hope.

"Uh, I don't know what's wrong, it's here."

Lin Xiran happily pointed to a certain place on the paper and said excitedly, and from time to time she turned her face to beckon him to share her findings, completely ignoring Ke Yunrou who was hanging by them on the side.

Of course, in the face of Lin Xiran's every summon, Xu Mo would happily step forward, even if he knew about that discovery from the beginning, but his face was still full of interest, sharing her joy.

And watching their more and more frequent interactions, Ke Yunrou looked at the book casually, the nails hidden in his pocket had long been deeply embedded in his palm, and he wrote down this scene that should have belonged to him.

Lin Xiran, who was finally told by Xu Mo to go to the library to help this afternoon, noticed the strangeness on the faces of other students again as soon as he stepped into the library, and pretended to take a deep breath to comfort himself not to think too much.

After quickly coming to the service desk to pick up the relevant items, she began to get busy, but soon something strange happened, every time she pushed the books to be sorted out to a row of bookshelves, the students around the row of bookshelves avoided and quickly left.

After passing through a few rows of bookshelves, she couldn't stand it in her strong heart, deliberately slowed down and carefully observed the expressions of the classmates around her, and noticed the pointing of the classmates behind her every time she turned around.