The sky after the autumn rain has not yet been clear, but overcast.

Leng Yue, who hasn't been to the mountains for a long time, really misses the mountains. I miss the fresh air on the mountain, and I miss the mountains, stones, grass and trees there. I miss the distant mountains that I can't see in my mind, but I want to see them subconsciously.

The mushroom pavilion on Sunday is really lively, and there are many people exercising here.

There were two or three people standing around a large rock, and everyone was rhythmically hitting the stone with their backs.

This type of exercise is said to increase the function and vitality of the heart.

There were also a few people around the mushroom pavilion, and they put their legs on the steps, some were pressing, some were knocking, and some were rubbing their legs.

The distant mountains are among them.

He wore a gray jacket today, with a brown shirt and a tank top of the same color revealing from the open top.

He didn't notice when Leng Yue arrived, but suddenly, when he looked up, he found that she was already standing under the big tree not far from him.

He stared at her with wide eyes, not quite believing the slim figure in front of him.

Leng Yue stood there, her back was straight, the arc of her shoulders and waist was beautiful and slender, she didn't wear a hat today, and on her noble head, she pulled a fluffy and beautiful bun.

Strangely, she didn't wear white today, but she wore black.

Black pullover sweater, black corduroy trousers. God, it turns out that black can be so charming!

In that series of blacks, her cheeks were white and reddish, and her lips were more like budding roses.

Yuanshan took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and looked at her more closely. Suddenly, he felt a parchment in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

As for Leng Yue, her eyes were deep. The corners of her thin, small mouth, with a reserved and thoughtful smile, were secretly looking at him, and her heart was secretly admiring.

Unexpectedly, wearing a jacket on him can also reflect the politeness and chic of the style.

She couldn't see the eyes behind Yuanshan's sunglasses, but she knew that the other party was also looking at her.

She didn't know what impression she had on him today, but she thought she was dressed in an ordinary way. It's just a simple black outfit, and her shoulder-length hair is a little long, and she is coiled up. Will she look like an old woman......?

Time passed minute by minute, and people left in twos and threes, leaving only her and Yuanshan.

"You-"

Leng Yue suddenly opened her mouth, her voice was soft and slightly magnetic: "Are you going to stare at me like this all the time, don't you greet me?"

Yuanshan was stunned for a moment and woke up.

Woke up from that trance-like dream.

"Cold Moon!"

He pulled himself together, ashamed of what he had just done.

"You've been ...... lately What are you up to? I haven't seen you. He asked, trying his best to get out of the precinct he had just had.

"Oh, me?"

She glanced at him, and with a dreamy smile, she said, "I'm busy with my novels at home." ”

"Oh?"

He wanted to say that your smile is like a novel, you can read the meaning. But when the words came to his lips, they were changed to: "What kind of ...... What about a romantic love story?"

She was stunned and looked at the distant mountains.

She seemed to want to say something, and swallowed it back.

"Not all works are romantic. It took a long time for her to say, "The Prince Charming and the Cinderella, the rich and the sick girl, the pale, the quiet, with a pair of cold little hands, and long hair that hangs down to the waist." ”

"Really?"

Far mountains approached her.

"When you say that, I am even more curious. ”

They each did a little, small exercise, and chatted naturally.

"That's a poignant story. Toyama smiled, staring into her eyes.

"This ......"

She looked at the sky, the information of the novel in her mind, but the poignant story for the distant mountains in her mouth.

"The male protagonist in my novel is an uncle, and the female protagonist is a young and beautiful girl. Leng Yue said: "They met and fell in love, by the stream, in the meadow, in the forest, everywhere were their footprints, and then an accident or something, the heroine died, or married, or left, and the sad uncle lost his smile from then on, buried himself in work, and spent his lonely years in vain." ”

"Finished?" he asked.

"Uh-huh!" she said.

"Well, this uncle is so pitiful. ”

"Isn't that what you want, romantic and poignant!" she looked at him with wide eyes and a smile.

"Girl, are you lying to me?"

"Yes, uncle, you've been fooled!"

"Hahahaha-"

He laughed heartily.

Looking at the laughing distant mountain, Leng Yue's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance, and her gaze also rested tightly on his face.

"Momoda, give my uncle a thumbs up!" Leng Yue stretched out her thumb and looked naughty.

"Hmm!"

Yuanshan snorted and smiled.

He looked up at the sky, at the clouds, at the vastness of the wilderness, and then fixed his gaze on her face.

"Have you ever taken a lesson in how to make people happy?" he asked her.

"Oh?"

Leng Yue smiled, sly and playful.

"Your excessive honesty will make people panic. She said.

"Why are you panicking?"

Yuanshan said: "I often receive likes, but the atmosphere is completely different!"

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Hehe......

Indeed, there is nothing ridiculous about the story Leng Yue said, but for him, what an indescribable meaning her voice, lips, eyes, and every movement of her hands had!

Here is the closeness to him...... The gentleness, the shyness, and the love that he could not disbelieve, made him happy, and suffocated.

"Seeing that you are okay and ran to the mountain again, I think, you did complete the last press of the publishing house, right?" Yuan Shan looked at her with a smile.

"Hmm. ”

Leng Yue nodded.

"Yes, after the manuscript was delivered, my heart was very empty. She said, "I'm a regular visitor to the mountain now." If you can't write it, you want to find inspiration, and you have to come after you finish writing......"

"Is it very empty?" he asked with a smile, "Are you crying again?" he asked again.

"A little bit ......," she said.

"Really?"

His eyes widened.

"Are you really crying? What are you crying about?"

Her eyelids twitched, her moist eyes slowly rolling.

"I write about other people's lives every day, but after I finish writing, it's like giving birth to a child and abandoning him......" she said faintly, "After writing this work, I was a little lonely, and I started to think about it...... I've finished writing last time, so I'll write something next time. ”

"Alright! Don't be sad!"

Yuanshan stared at her with pity.

"Isn't life like that, wow, when I'm busy, sometimes it's day and night. ”

"Yes. ”

Leng Yue sighed softly.

"Every time I finish writing, it's hard to cry and want to run, and sometimes I'm tired. However, after a while, I will still think about writing. I live like this, I feel sorry for me, I hate me like this, and I hate me for blaming myself like this......"

"You're going to do it! Got it? Leng Writer! I'm a fan of you now, and I'm going to ask you for an autograph later!" he said quickly, "You've finished your masterpiece now, and all that's left is leisure and rest, be happy!

"Yes. ”

She pondered for two seconds and smiled.

"I hear you!" she nodded. "I'll sign it for you. She said.