Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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Xiang Wan: "..."

He left if he wanted to leave, why did she mind?

In fact, whether that ambiguous feeling is Xiang Ye's own feelings, or whether he also has it, Xiang Wan is not sure yet.

Bai Muchuan said that emotional sensitivity is a common problem of female authors, and he never mentioned that to further the relationship, what can she say?

Take a light breath towards the night, lift the corner of your mouth, and smile gently.

"The important thing is your own thoughts."

The child who has suffered a loss has a long memory. She said nothing more impulsively, and when the time came she couldn't go down the steps.

Therefore, she answered ambiguously.

Bai Muchuan squinted at her, "I want to hear what you say."

Master of Tai Chi? Xiang Wan was confused.

"How can I say anything? Officer Bai, don't joke with me, I'm emotionally sensitive!"

She was very perplexed, Bai Muchuan even more perplexed.

"You woman!" He seemed to be a little angry. He gritted his teeth. "I have to force me to say something?"

He looked helpless as he lowered his face.

Xiang Wan hummed calmly, "You don't say anything, how do I know what you think? And how can I help you?"

Bai Muchuan's eyes were on her face and she didn't take them back.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell into a strange stalemate.

The two couples who pushed their children to the supermarket stood next to each other for a long time, and finally could not see it anymore.

"Two, what do you want to say quickly, don't want to say, can you give in, and don't get in the way?"

Eh, I turned back to the night, and quickly flashed aside, smirked apologetically, and glared at Bai Muchuan again.

"Humph!" The couple strolled past.

So, Bai Muchuan and Xiang Wan looked at each other across a stroller and children.

The child had big curious eyes, looked at the brother on the left, looked at the sister on the right, and asked his father curiously.

"Dad, uncle and aunt are going to fight?"

"...Don't talk nonsense."

"Just like you and your mother, right?"

"..."

The couple quickly pushed their children away.

The back of a family of three has an inexplicable harmony.

It belongs to the family, there is love, it can make people feel calm.

Bai Muchuan's eyes seemed to be darker. He suddenly supported his forehead, and his face and tone quickly recovered were no longer as ambiguous as they were just now.

"Okay, listen to you. Just buy these. After eating, let's talk about it. It's near the supermarket anyway."

Xiang Wan's heart sank.

Smoking, a little sad.

She thought, is this the feeling of heartbreak?

She slammed her lips and was a little thankful that she hadn't been impulsive just now, and she confessed something to him, otherwise the embarrassment would be even bigger.

...

The sky was foggy and the sun broke through the clouds.

The dew on the leaves evaporated, it was a bright day.

On the way back, the two of them did not speak, and walked silently to the house, washing their hands and cooking in the evening, and they were skilled. Bai Muchuan stood beside him for a moment, trying to help her, but was glared back by Xiang Wan.

He tickled the corner of his lips and stepped back to the side.

"Do you live by yourself, do you do it yourself?"

Bai Muchuan had nothing to say, Xiang Wanming said, "Occasionally."

"How long is it occasionally?"

"Do it about once a week."

"..." Bai Muchuan said sincerely: "It's bad for your health if you eat too much take-out. Those who write and stay up to stay on the vigil, you take it easy, but don't suddenly die suddenly!"

"What's your business?" Xiang Ye was very frizzy at this time. She watched the water in the pot boil. She whined and took the cut tomatoes to the pot.

"Xiangwan. Workers who want to do their best must sharpen their weapons first. The computer is a weapon that a writer desperately fights..." Bai Muchuan said suddenly: "You don't have to pay me back."

"I can't stand it." Xiang Wan greeted him with a smile, "Regardless of power..."

"at least……"

"Don't say that we at least count as friends? Or I can't help but beating you." Xiang Wan smiled back and smiled seriously, "I probably guessed your thoughts. You might be a little bit of me I like it, but I don’t like it much, and there is a big gap between the two of us. Therefore, for some practical reason, I think it is impossible to be with me, so you don’t want to start, but it is faint I can’t hold back your animal nature, I want to use my surplus value before I leave, and cook something for you, right.”

A long sentence.

She finished joking without breathing.

After listening to Bai Muchuan, he froze for a long time before he chuckled.

"You are going to write pure romance, which is definitely easier than writing suspicious romance."

Xiang Wan hummed and smiled politely, "In order to leave a mouthful for other girls who can't write suspense, so I wrote suspense."

Bai Muchuan looked at her bright smile, his eyes flicked, and suddenly changed his face.

"opened!"

The water boiling in the pan suddenly boiled and spread to the stovetop, splashing around.

Xiang Wan just talked to him just now, without paying attention, this is done.

She was frightened and prepared to remedy, but Bai Muchuan dragged her to the back, turned off the small fire, cleaned the countertops, and noodles.

His movements are quick, much better than the kitchen idiot he thought he was.

"Is it hot?" he asked.

Standing there looking at him at night, shaking his head.

Bai Muchuan was uneasy, and after finishing, she looked back at her fingers.

The wound on the finger has healed. But it was scratched a little deep by the glass, and the faint red marks were there. At first glance, the newly-grown flesh was tender and tender, and it seemed that her little hand that was not grasped was even more delicate and pitiful.

Bai Muchuan's black lacquer eyes are a little deeper.

"I doubt that you live alone and can take care of yourself?"

Keep moving late, "What's your business? I'm better than you. I can't even cook tomato and egg noodles."

Bai Muchuan said, "Don't be so serious. I'm serious."

"Don't you think there is something wrong with this sentence?" Xiang Wan stared at him, "Also, you don't know what I do. All the enthusiasm of the people in our profession is dedicated to our work, yes There are very few feelings and feelings about life. So, compared to finding a good male ticket, I actually care more about writing good books."

She is saluting.

Bai Muchuan acquiesced in her seriousness.

"Do you like writing books?"

"No. I like money."

For the concept of money, Xiang Wan bluntly said, "Writing a book started as a hobby, but the hobby without money support, how can it be sustained? After all, it is necessary to support the family first, have an economic foundation, and then talk about dreams."

Bai Muchuan looked at her from top to bottom.

"Well. You are right."

"..."

Topic Terminator.

What did he say when he said that?

At this moment, Xiang Wan knew that those feelings that hadn't had time to begin may be over.

However, she was completely free from the panic and turbulence of the previous days.

She accepted this fact calmly.

After all, life is not the same as romance novels. Firewood, oil, salt, and fireworks on earth, everyone has more or less their own helplessness. If nothing can be changed, then only accept. In just a few decades, the vicissitudes of the sea are fleeting. When you leave this world, who is the one who is with you? That is the most important thing.

Occasional throbbing is not necessarily love, but an episode of life.

In the end is to be scattered, then do not intersect.

The rest of her life is not that long and cannot be wasted casually.

...

Bai Muchuan sat there, eating noodles quietly, in a decent manner, and eating elegantly. There was no "sucking" sound when ordinary people eat noodles. It can be seen that they are children from well-educated families.

Xiang Wan looked at him quietly for a moment, "Will the bowl wash?"

Bai Muchuan looked at her, unknown.

Xiang Wan smiled slightly at him, "I will go before I wash it. I promised the reader to update today, I haven't written a word yet."

Bai Muchuan stopped eating noodles. It seemed that he still had noodles in his mouth. He froze for a moment, swallowed a noodle soup, swallowed his mouth, and wiped his mouth slowly.

"Bring your computer."

"Really not."

"Just when you pay me for making noodles."

"Equal value."

"OK! That should be the heart of a fan."

Fans? Staring at him at night.

Bai Muchuan didn't have too many expressions on his face, it didn't look very real, but it wasn't a formal courtesy.

"If you don't take it away, I will send someone again."

"Then I will throw it away."

"Just whatever you want." Bai Muchuan bowed his head to eat noodles. "A person who likes money, I'm afraid I won't be willing to lose my computer."

"..."

I'm tired all night long.

It's the kind of helplessness that can't catch anything, but can't let go.

If you can't get the full feelings, what's the use of a computer to fill it?

"Love how, I'm gone!"

She is no longer talking nonsense.

Turn around and leave with empty hands.

Bai Muchuan suddenly stood up, grabbing the first two steps and blocking the door of the restaurant.

He was much taller than her, with long hands and feet, tucked himself in the doorway, held the door frame with his hands, and couldn't get through the night.

"What the **** are you doing? If you don't let me go, you want to keep me for the New Year?"

This is quite funny!

But no one laughed.

Bai Muchuan grabbed the door frame with his hand, tightening it slightly, and the green bars on the back of his hand were faintly visible.

"You take the computer, I will give you a set of Mu Ershao's signature book!"

I rely on! Xiang Wan's eyes widened.

Mu Ershao?

Mu Ershao’s book was published while being written, and each one was sold very well on the market. It has been printed numerous times, and has bought a set of collections, but how can it be the same as his signature book?

But Mu Er rarely has a strange, never signed.

In other words, his signature book has never appeared on the market.

He did not have any friends in the circle, and no one had the opportunity to make this request.

Xiang Wan sniffed, "Guaranteed he signed it?"

"Guarantee!"

Bai Muchuan pointed to his police uniform hanging on the hanger in the living room.

"I assure you as a policeman!"

One side is idol, the other is dignity. Evening hesitated for a long time, as a brave woman, of course, choose idols!

"Deal!"

Bai Muchuan let the door open and passed him by night.

The sun shines lazily in the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

She went out like that, walking in the direction of the sun, leaving him alone in the shadow of the restaurant...

Bai Muchuan looked at her back, "Osmanthus fragrant sachets are also brought on, which is good for the person who writes. Ning Shen, meditate and sleep well."

"Shouldn't it be lavender?" Xiang Wan looked back at him.

"No. Or osmanthus." Bai Muchuan said, "Everyone uses lavender, but only you use osmanthus. How good!"

This reason--

Stopped there to watch him, and he was watching her.

For the first time, the two looked at each other so seriously.

She stood in the sun, and his face... gradually blurred.

"it is good."

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I have been insomnia these days, not sleeping well, cough, but no one gave me osmanthus sachets. Hahaha. Therefore, only 7,000 words were changed today. Well, these two chapters are all dealt with emotionally. In fact, this seemingly faint thing is more difficult and has the greatest impact on the direction of emotions, so I changed it several times, and that's all. If you want to see the fast food fairy, Mu Chuan Xiang night is not suitable. This book is different from the previous ones. It will be more realistic. Maybe you will be disappointed.

Finally, Erjin thank you very much. Mu Chuan was on display for two days in the evening. The best-selling list of new books, the first list of hot articles, the first list of diamonds, and the second list of flowers... This kind of achievement was unexpected when I wrote this book. Really, really, really don't know how to move. Well, just sauce, it's cold, Chengdu has no heating, and his hands are stiff. Don't type anymore.