"You should rejoice now. Leng Yue then said: "If she sees you like this, I think she will be disappointed and regretful, right?

"Yes, yes......"

Guo Jia sighed lightly.

Her appearance was a 'miracle'! Not only a 'miracle', but also a 'surprise'! Especially when she touched him with a nail, she was even more 'surprised'.

He didn't want to worry about her, and he couldn't.

He sneered after her, trying not to pay attention to her graceful curves...... However, as far as the eye can see, Leng Yue's feminine charm is still revealed everywhere.

There has never been a woman's body that has such a strong gravitational pull on him, even the cold moon of the year, it has never happened to him. What made Guo Jia even more uneasy was that the rising desire in his heart was about to overwhelm him......

After a while...... When he saw Leng Yue walking in front of the world's famous books and reaching out to take a copy of the cliff written by the famous Russian writer Goncharov, he suppressed the riot of thought, and then swallowed deeply.

He wanted to use the knowledge of the university professor to explain it to Leng Yue, and wanted to win back a game and adjust the somewhat embarrassing atmosphere.

"Haven't you read this book?"

He was very enthusiastic and very attentive to ask.

"Read!"

She replied briefly.

"Then why don't you find a book you haven't read and read?"

"Who says a new book will look better than an old one?"

She glared at him and asked, her emotions were also very complicated for a while.

She looked at the books in the room and the "sinner" in front of her, and Leng Yue felt a little ridiculous.

"You don't have to read a book, do you?" She smiled at him and said, "Some books, every time you read them, you will gain something new, right?"

"Hmm!"

Guo Jia nodded.

Seeing Leng Yue's smile, his brows relaxed, and his lips immediately bloomed with a scheming smile.

"Then what did this "Cliff" give you?" Guo Jia wanted to test her, wanting to know what level her literature had reached over the years.

"I sighed for the heroine, felt sorry for the hero, and was impressed by the aunt in the book. Cliff ......" Leng Yue was silent for a moment, looking a little dazed. "Everyone has their own cliff, doesn't they? If you can't safely withdraw from the cliff, then it's better to simply jump off than not to advance or retreat!" When she said this, she did not say it to Guo Jia, but to herself.

Guo Jia looked at Leng Yue with some confusion, looked at her in a pink nightgown, and looked at her with a layer of melancholy on the bottom of her eyebrows.

"I don't believe you're standing on the edge of a cliff!" he said, "You should be a woman who has the strength to decide and control her own destiny!"

"No one can completely control their own destiny. Leng Yue smiled and said faintly: "The smartest person is also the most confused person." ”

What is this statement?

Guo Jia looked at the cold moon and looked at it in confusion - this cold moon like a mystery.

Her deep expression, mature thoughts, and melancholy eyes all aroused an indescribable special emotion in his heart.

Looking at Guo Jia's indescribable eyes, Leng Yue suddenly regained consciousness.

"Why do you see me like that? Is there something wrong?"

"Yes!"

Guo Jia nodded.

"You're weird, and you're so hard to read. ”

"I remember, not long ago, someone said the same thing. Leng Yue smiled: "Actually, everyone is just as hard to read, including you!" she said with a smile.

"Is it, others have said it?" Guo Jia quickly looked at her, his eyes seemed to be full of trance, surprise, surprise, and so on. "It seems to be—you're really hard to read!" he shrugged, his tone affirmative. "However, people who have this kind of thinking are suitable for work related to ideas!"

"For example?"

Leng Yue looked at Guo Jia with very mischievous eyes, she really wanted to hear what suitable position he arranged for her.

"For example...... Write!" Guo Jia finally said.

"Thank you, look up to me like this!" Leng Yue held the book "Cliff" in her hand, her eyes still searching for the bookshelf...... "Writing, what to write?" she asked lightly, looking not very enthusiastic.

"It's fashionable to write now, and a lot of people are publishing their own books. ”

Guo Jia was excited, he walked to the modern novel section, took down the book "Paradise of Love" written by Leng Yue from the bookshelf, he opened the title page, held the author's portrait on the title page and said:

"Look, this is a woman who looks like you, her name is Leng Yue, she has written a lot ......of books! Do you know her?" he asked, excitedly.

"Hmm. ”

Leng Yue snorted.

She glanced at the book, and then, with a faint smile.

"It's really a fandom...... she said with a light smile.

She took the book from Guo Jia's hand and flipped through it casually. But when she saw the many annotations in the book, her heart shook!

She closed her eyes, took another deep breath, calmed her excitement, closed the book, and put it back on the shelf without changing her face.

"Let's pick up the book!" she said in a low voice, "You said that I should be engaged in writing, what should I write?"

"Oh!"

Guo Jia looked at Leng Yue with an indifferent look, his heart was chaotic, and he said in his heart: There is a lot of time, let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see!

"Actually, you can write some stream-of-consciousness stuff, or you can combine the text over and over again, make it a little harder, a little weirder, and just a few more repetitions and you're all set. He chuckled insincerely.

Leng Yue laughed with a puff, and she was very happy to talk about writing.

"It's the first time I've seen you smile like this!" Guo Jia held his breath for a moment. "You're smiling so much!" he looked at her with some confusion.

Leng Yue put away her smile.

"The most touching thing is the smile of the Mona Lisa!"

"But I never thought the Mona Lisa's smile was beautiful. Guo Jia said sincerely. "But your smile is touching. ”

Leng Yue raised her head, looked at him calmly, and brought the topic back to writing.

"You learn Chinese and teach Chinese, why don't you write?"

"I ......"

Guo Jia smiled and shook his head.

"If I'm too busy as an excuse, it's probably a lack of talent for writing!" or ......," he smiled awkwardly. "It's because I'm mediocre and old, I can't write anymore...... Moreover, teaching Chinese doesn't necessarily make a good writer, does it?"

"Really?"

Leng Yue stared at him quietly, looking at him quietly, his eyes were warm and warm, like a mother looking at a child who was not angry and downcast.