Yuan Meixue admired the side contour of Zhen Fengwei's face with a woman's unique eyes, and muttered, "Xiao Zhen, I found that from the side, your lines are very beautiful. ”

There are two kinds of things that women like to hear the most, one is when a man babbles and says I like you, and the other is a compliment that comes from a woman's mouth. There aren't many people in this city who can really praise people. Because this era is a bit like early summer after a heavy rain, everything is lovely and silent. In addition, the edge of the city seems to be surrounded by large state-owned factories, and there are more people who can work than talk, and those who operate tools need to calm down and talk to the machine silently, to talk to their own hearts. Therefore, there are not many people like Yuan Meixue who praise people from the bottom of their hearts. Zhen Fengwei had a bright smile on his face. She couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, partly by the dim light. Her smile was a little more restrained than before, and she seemed to be much more mature. However, she also learned to respond to compliments. After she laughed, she immediately looked at Yuan Meixue with a sideways face and said, "You are also very beautiful." And the temperament is very good. How to say, since the time I saw you downstairs in the education department of our factory, I had a feeling that I had seen it somewhere, and my temperament was very good. She thought for a while, looking for a metaphor to refer to, and after a few clicks, she suddenly said, "Oh, yes, it's especially like Zhang Yu." Yeah. She was glad that she had finally found the right metaphor. Proper praise is maturity.

Yuan Meixue smiled very reservedly, and this smile contained a certain confidence. She didn't respond immediately, but turned to the topic that Zhen Fengwei was more interested in, she looked at the rostrum of the club, and said with admiration: "You are blessed, the object is a college student, whether it is a person, it must be very good to you." "She put the word very seriously.

Zhen Fengwei was a little embarrassed to look at Yuan Meixue, because she was really happy to hear it, and hurriedly said: "What a blessing, others are very good, and they are good to me," because she was so happy that she wanted to divert Yuan Meixue's attention, when she thought about it, her brain was also confused, "Alas, it's just a little tendon, and you don't pay attention to doing things too low-key." ”

Yuan Meixue tilted her head to look at Zhen Fengwei, curiously exploring something, and asked, "No, right?" I heard that he is a rising star in the factory, and he is a master of technology......"

"No, no, the technical masters dare not say, after all, they are young, there are too many old college students, old engineers and old workers in the factory, and you must not be too self-conscious, otherwise you will fall on your heels." After Zhen Fengwei said this, even she herself was a little surprised. I would blurt out such a set of theories. After finishing speaking, she was stunned for a long time, looking extremely worried. Her stunned demeanor attracted Yuan Meixue.

Yuan Meixue no longer looked at Zhen Fengwei. She looked at the rostrum, pondered for a while, and immediately guessed that Zhen Fengwei might not really have something on her mind. Zhen Fengwei seems to have encountered a headache. It can be seen that she was originally an outward and straightforward person, but the few experiences in the past few years have made her calmer, but her original character is still there. Girls with a bit of experience are willing to get along with each other. When Yuan Meixue thought about it, her curiosity rose again, just like discovering a good book, wanting to see it. She wanted to start by talking about something else, like reading.

"When you say this, I think of a poem by Shu Ting to the oak tree, and I remember that there are two sentences in it, which are that we share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt; We share the mist, the stream, the haper. Yuan Meixue looked at the rows of vague cabbage-like backs of her heads in front of her, and fell into a deep contemplation as if no one was there.