Some people say that serious men are the most handsome, and in the same way, serious women also have a unique charm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhang Yifeng quietly appeared at Yinlan's dreamland, looking at Xia Mihe who was lying on the table, concentrating on writing something on the paper, he felt that Xia Mihe at this moment was comparable to her beauty when she was reading a book in front of the bay window.

Her long hair shawl, pouring down like a waterfall, quietly on the table, her bright eyes, exuding a focused look, the jade face is transparent, and the facial features are perfectly matched together, like a goddess jade carving, beautiful, beautiful and delicious.

Seeing her, Zhang Yifeng's impetuous heart slowly calmed down, and Xia Mihe had a magical power that could soothe the restlessness and uneasiness in people's hearts.

Being with her is reassuring, plain, and tasteful.

Zhang Yifeng tiptoed into her room, perhaps because he was too involved in writing, Xia Mihe didn't pay attention to whether the door was locked, he just closed it at will, and he pushed it open with a light push.

His steps were small, very light, like a wisp of air, floating to Xia Mihe's side, standing beside her, quietly watching her write on the paper. She must have been writing a novel, or a long article, because on the table to her right, there was already a thick pile of manuscript paper, which was full of Juanxiu's handwriting.

Xia Mihe is beautiful, pure, and her handwriting is also very neat and delicate, which matches her temperament very well.

"The days I lived with the badas!"

The first line of the first page of the manuscript paper is in the center, and the title-style text appears in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, the corners of Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched, and he subconsciously picked up the manuscript paper that Xia Mihe had already written, and looked at it carefully, he guessed correctly, Xia Mihe was writing a novel, and the name of the novel was 'The days I lived with the villain'.

The name is very vulgar, this is Zhang Yifeng's first impression.

As for whether the content will be very yellow and violent, Zhang Yifeng hasn't started reading it yet, so he won't make an evaluation, but with his understanding of Xia Mihe, the little girl will never be able to write anything like that, and the fact is the same, Xia Mihe used beautiful and graceful language to write a story about a young girl and a bad guy living together accidentally, the content of the story is not as evil as the title, it makes people reverie, this is a real pure love story.

There is no doubt that Xia Mihe is also a title party.

However, the story written by Xia Mihe is very attractive, Zhang Yifeng is immersed in the wonderful world woven by Xia Mihe, without distractions, very focused, he looks very seriously, very devoted, and the manuscript paper in his hand is getting less and less, just when he sees that at a critical juncture, the villain wants to do bad things to the girl, the manuscript paper is gone.

Damn, the most painful thing in the world is the author's undisciplined disconnection.

"It's gone."

Zhang Yifeng smashed his mouth unsatisfactorily, Xia Mihe's writing is very beautiful, with a unique feminine delicacy, beautiful language, plot ups and downs, the characters are very distinctive, the villains are very bad, but they are very kind, the girls are very weak, and sometimes they are very rude, the villains are bullied by the girls, a series of unexpected reversal plots, people can't help but wonder what will happen next.

"Hmph."

At this time, a cold snort came, Zhang Yifeng tilted his head slightly, and suddenly met a pair of eyes full of shame, Xia Mihe glared at Zhang Yifeng shyly and angrily, this villain is so bad, he actually stole into her room casually, and peeked at her novels, it was so bad.

"Ahem, what, I didn't mean to, I saw that your door was not closed, I came in to help you close the door." Zhang Yifeng is serious nonsense.

"You're so kind." Xia Mihe said coldly.

"Others call me a kind-hearted Zhang Yifeng, haven't you heard of this title, have you seen the Water Margin, just like Song Gongming and Lin Chong, the leopard head, they are all nicknames that people in the rivers and lakes love to send."

"Good Samaritan, Zhang Yifeng!"

Xia Mihe clenched his little fists tightly, the person in front of him was not only bad, but also shameless.

"This is my room, well-wisher Zhang Yifeng, please go out, and help me close the door by the way, thank you." Xia Mihe said expressionlessly.

The corners of Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched, "It's okay for me to go out, you give me the rest of the novels, I'll take a look, don't say it, it's very beautiful for you to write this thing." ”

Hearing this, Xia Mihe's pink little face turned red instantly, her eyes were shy and timid, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Zhang Yifeng, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I haven't finished writing yet, I've written so much." ”

"Alas, it's a pity, it's quite a novel."

"Is it that pretty?" Xia Mihe looked at Zhang Yifeng suspiciously.

"I don't lie to you, it's really good-looking."

Xia Mihe said hesitantly: "However, Yi Ling said that what I wrote is not good-looking." ”

"That girl knows a fart, don't listen to her nonsense, you can continue to write, finish it as soon as possible, let me open my eyes first."

"I don't want to write it."

Zhang Yifeng was stunned, "Why don't you write?" ”

"Teachers and classmates don't approve of me writing books, they say that I should go to school at my age, study more, and find a good job after graduation, writing books has no future, my parents also persuaded me to do so, I don't know if I want to write or not." Xia Mihe said dejectedly.

"Xia Mihe."

Zhang Yifeng shouted suddenly, Xia Mihe looked up in confusion and met Zhang Yifeng's deep eyes.

"What's your dream?"

"Dream ......" The blankness in Xia Mihe's eyes slowly disappeared, and gradually condensed a trace of brilliance, "I like words, I like to use my own words to write the fantasy dreams in my heart, I want to be a writer." ”

"Life is short for decades, but in the blink of an eye, if you have a dream, you will chase it, so that you can live up to the world, I support you, I believe you will become an excellent writer." Zhang Yifeng said with encouragement.

Xia Mihe stared into Zhang Yifeng's eyes, "Don't you object?" ”

"Why should I object, it's good to have dreams, it should be encouraged, what to do."

"But writers have very little time ......"

"It's okay, I can watch you write a book."

"I don't have time to cook for you......"

"I'll do it for you, and I'll return it when you're done."

"I can't accompany you to the movies, go shopping......"

"The book you write is the best movie you ever wrote."

Xia Mihe was speechless, she laughed and cried, there can be a person in the world who is gentle with you, cares for you in every way, indulges you, supports your dreams, and has no regrets, how lucky and happy it is.

A tear slipped from Xia Mihe's eyes, this was the first time she cried in front of Zhang Yifeng without hesitation, "Villain, thank you." ”

"Fool, do whatever you want, I will always support you." Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand, wiped away the tears on Xia Mihe's face, and said with a smile, Xia Mihe choked and smiled, at this moment, she was not shy, she was not dodging, she was not afraid, she just felt that with him, she could muster up the courage and face everything bravely.

"Ahem, I have no objection to you writing a book, but can you not write me so obscenely?"

Xia Mihe's little face full of happy smiles instantly turned red like a red apple, a trace of shame climbed into her eyes, and she yelled at Zhang Yifeng viciously: "Get out." (To be continued.) )