I was in a bad mood, and the script was still written in a mess after it was at its worst. Although I made an appointment with [He] to go online tonight to hand in the script, Xin Huan was too lazy to turn on the computer and go online.

I'm not interested in anything. I really want to get a hammer and smash this world that doesn't fit the plot she set up at all!

The mobile phone jingled, and it was a text message from [Rotten Grass for Fireflies]: "Sister, come up, what?" ”

"No," Xin Huan patiently pressed the keyboard. In 2004, it didn't take long for a mobile phone to be able to send text messages, let alone handwriting a few years later...... Xin Huan has always suffered from this. "It's just too lazy to surf the internet. What's wrong, what's wrong? ”

"Yes!" [Rotten Grass] said: "[And] has been online for a long time, and it seems that he is in a good mood today!" If you don't take advantage of this opportunity to take him, when do you want to wait! 眭"

Oh?

Xin Huan muttered in her heart: Could it be that [He] went online so early just to wait for her script, right?

It's always not good to make people wait, so Xin Huan went online. As soon as I entered the chat room, I was caught in a small room debt by the sharp-eyed [and].

[And]: How did you come?

[Demon]: ...... I didn't want to come. I was embarrassed to make you wait, so I came.

[And]: What's wrong? So exciting? Afraid I'll ask you for a script?

[You'er]: Well, sort of.

[And] paused, as if chewing on the information revealed in her words. After a while, he spoke again:

[And]: What did you see unhappy?

[You'er]: No.

[You'er]: I'm sorry, my script is not finished. It's a mess, and you can't show it to adults. I came up to say hello to the adults, and then I got down.

[And]: You stand still.

He seemed to be in a hurry, and in a hurry, the gorgeous and cold timbre unconsciously poured out, making Xin Huan have an inexplicable sense of immediacy: as if it was a red candle light, a son in a scarlet robe, with a frosty face but eager eyes, ran over and dragged her hand.

It's over, she knows that she has unconsciously substituted the protagonist "Baihuajun" in the novel...... It's all because I've been writing the script too seriously in the past two days, so that image has been dangling in front of my eyes.

[And]: I'm not going to ask you for a script today. Don't be in a hurry.

[You'er]: If I don't want a script, then I'll have to go. There was no reason to stay. I'm sorry, my lord, but I'm sorry for you.

[And]: It's all said, tell you to stand still!

That strange sense of immediacy came again~, Xin Huan's mouse couldn't be clicked.

[And]: I won't talk about the script today, I'll sing to you.

[You'er]: Oh?

[And]: Hmph, this is the first time I've asked to sing to someone.

Xin Huan was stunned. I really can't help but wonder, what kind of song will be sung with such a beautiful timbre?

[Demon] didn't leave.

He cleared his throat and began to sing.

Who is Danqing with a wonderful pen and outlines the picture of beauty?

The high-crowned moth belt, the clothes are flowing in the wind, and the shadow of the flower is sparse

A stroke of the pen is to draw your eyes to determine the world

Once again, I can't let go of your crimson gaze......

Ah, there are thousands of words that don't need to be spoken, all of which are wandering between the brushes

Ah, the thousands of turns between the two hearts are all painted by me, and you are born lotus wonderful steps......

Xin Huan was stunned when he heard this. I only felt that the nepotism in front of me was flowing and danqing, and it seemed that the person holding the brush was a woman, and there was always a beautiful man, around the woman's brush, around the woman's waist, around the woman's mind......

Xin Huan gradually couldn't breathe.

But he stopped.

[And]: Do you like it?

[You'er]: My lord, uh, that's awesome. What is the name of the song?

[And]: "Beauty Picture". Well, I'll give you another cover.

He sang the song "You" in the just-finished "The Secret History of Xiaozhuang": You fell from the sky, landed on my horseback, like jade, clear water-like eyes, and a light smile made my heart hot......

Xin Huan liked "The Secret History of Xiaozhuang" very much, and the combination of Tranquility and Ma Jingtao also made her cry countless times. When Dolgon held the token that Yu'er gave him back then, and when he died on the battlefield, her heart ached for many days and she could not recover.

And he, by such a coincidence, sang this song to her!

[Demon]: Praise Praise Praise Praise...... 100 likes!

[And]: Feeling better?

[You'er]: Oh! Thank you, Lord Xie!

At this time, there has been a commotion on the public screen, and countless fans are strongly asking the [and] adults to come out of the small room, saying what is wrong with the [and] adults who have never eloped.

[Demon]: Your Excellency, let's go out. I'm all right, Lord Xie.

[And] returned to the public screen, but turned off the voice and only typed. Xin Huan felt that she must have thought wrong, it must not be that person who only gave her that beautiful timbre for herself, so except for the first time when she was welcomed, she never used that kind of timbre in public chats......

No, it won't.

It's just someone I don't know.

Xin Huan knocked [and] in a private chat, and simply said "See you again, good night" and went offline.

It's just that this night, I thought I would have insomnia, but I magically didn't even have a dream.

When she went to school on Monday, she came back to life.

When Song Yi saw her in the morning, it was like seeing a life-saving straw, and he grabbed her and muttered: "...... Why didn't you go to Q on the weekend? ”

"I'm on." Xin Huan patted his head, "Ah wrong, I didn't go to Xin Huan's Q, I was on the club's Q." What's the matter, you're looking for me? ”

Song Yi looked like she was about to cry: "Dongfang Xiao asked me for your mobile phone number, but I didn't dare to give it; He asked me for your Q number again, and I didn't have a way, so I gave it to ...... He waited from Saturday until Sunday night...... As a result, you have not been online...... Sister, do you know that Lu Dao is in the third year of high school......"

Xin Huan was stupid: "He, what is he looking for me?" ”

Song Yi couldn't stand it anymore, so she picked up the language book and looked at her head: "People just confessed to you on Saturday, and you haven't answered yet!" ”

Xin Huan just wanted to speak, but when he raised his eyes, he saw He Yu carrying a schoolbag and handsomely walking from the direction of the classroom door. She hurriedly lowered her head, grabbed Song Yi's language book and pretended to read it carefully, avoiding Heyu.

In the morning's class, Xin Huan was upside down. First, she did problems on the blackboard in math class, but she went up with her English book...... I couldn't find which question to do, so I handed the book to the teacher and asked. The math teacher blackened his face on the spot......

Next up is the music lesson. Everyone went to the music teacher on the fifth floor, and she ran to the playground team by herself. The class bell rang for a long time, and she wondered why she came to physical education class alone, and everyone else came to her aunt?

Finally stayed up until noon, she didn't eat her lunch box, so she leaned to the window and looked out nervously. I saw Liu Xiang, but I didn't see Dongfang Xiao.

Seeing her thoughtful appearance, Song Yi leaned over and prompted: "Why don't you go to their class to have a look......" Xin Huan gritted his teeth, and when he raised his eyes, he saw He Yu's thoughtful gaze. She panicked, and before she could make up her mind, she had already walked out of the classroom door.

High school students in 2004, mobile phones were not that common. Even if the family bought it, they didn't dare to bring it to school. If Xin Huan wanted to contact Dongfang Xiao, he could only go up to the third floor.

The distribution of the school building is one floor per grade, and the third floor is on the third floor. The pattern of high school is that each year group has its own small group, and under normal circumstances, each grade does not mess around with each floor. Especially in the third year of high school, because of his age, he seems to be the master of this high school, and these little beans in the first year of high school are not in the eyes of the third person in high school.

As soon as Xin Huan went up to the third floor, the eyes of the senior were really like a wave, and they sprayed her face. She forced herself to compose, took a deep breath, and walked into the depths of the corridor with a martyr's mentality. Dongfang Xiao is in Class 6, Class 6, which means that she has to walk almost the entire corridor of the third year of high school, passing through the front and back doors of each classroom, and at least slashing through dozens of oncoming eyes.

"Wow, this little girl in high school is quite bold." Sure enough, I heard someone whispering.

"Yes, generally the first and second year of high school come up, and they only dare to run away. This is still in the step-by-step stage. ”

Xin Huan secretly slandered himself: Cut, what's so great about the third year of high school? Is the corridor of the third year of high school a fairy cave?

was emboldening himself and walking forward, when he heard someone next to him say, "Yo, what do you mean by being a kid in high school today?" Collectively stepping on the field? The boy in the first year of high school is more calm. ”

Well?

Xin Huan also subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him - the boy behind him with his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he was strolling leisurely, was not He Yu, who was it!

Seeing her turn to look back, he smiled at her. Stepping out of his long legs and speeding up, he walked next to her naturally, and took a slight half step forward, just to block all the spying eyes of her senior year.

Xin Huan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "You, why did you come up?" ”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled indifferently, as if he wasn't in the hallway of his senior year of high school, "If you can come, can't I come?" ”

Xin Huan gritted his teeth: "I didn't ask!" He quickened his pace and walked past him first.

She wasn't even afraid of him anymore, what kind of eyes was she afraid of in the third year of high school!

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[See you tomorrow morning~]