[DN Melo anti-penetration] Matter tells time and space to bend

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Boss and her little boyfriend left sweetly, and Mary consciously stayed to follow up on the work progress—gossip or something, let’s listen to Anna’s broadcast.

While staying in the elevator and going up slowly, Lancelyn chatted with Melo about the interview with "K": "It's quite interesting about folk artists, and they are still in the meeting room, why don't you go and have a look? ?”

"What kind of entertainer, juggling?"

"No, artisans, who make all kinds of handicrafts." Lancelyn said, "There are traditional ones, and there are also new ones. I think it's pretty good to see the planning proposals submitted by them-these editors are very thoughtful."

"Anyway, let me change my clothes first."

"I didn't force you to go now, what's the rush?"

After changing clothes—the universal life assistant Anna also thoughtfully delivered drinks to dispel dampness and cold. After everything was cleared up, Melo went to the conference room to watch the interview content.

Pushing the door open, Mary was there too. After nodding to him, she continued to record the work progress in the folder she hardly left her hand. After a while, she picked up the interview questions on the side and flipped through them, continuing to listen.

Hu Xi is also there, but this guy is probably the same as him, and belongs to the group of people who come out for a stroll after finishing their work.

"You have nothing to do, can't you go home from get off work?" Melo grabbed a chair beside Hu Xi and sat down. "The editor-in-chief doesn't need to be on duty."

Hussie looked at his face reflexively wanting to swear - the recent experience of staring at his photo captions has been too painful to want to do it again, and at the end of each day he rants and looks at the document typing.

"I'm here looking for inspiration," he said gloomily. "My own book is coming out in December—but it's stuck at the end, and it's killing me. Boss suggested that I observe life more."

"...then you do your best." Melo, who was not very good at literature, couldn't give any good advice, so he could only comfort him palely.

In fact, the real reason is that Hu Xi, who has had so much brainstorming and has already conceived the outline of the new book that he has no inspiration for the old article, is even more depressed recently.Inspiration is not something that can be obtained with hard work...

At this time, the question happened to be a young man who made new tricks from old skills—he was doing hair braiding, that is, weaving hair into various handicrafts. In order to show his skills, he even took out a strand of hair to demonstrate on the spot , the finished product is really exquisite.

"Now there is quite a market for this kind of handicrafts." He talked eloquently, "Souvenirs and other things are very innovative. We take the high-end route and make them exquisitely. People who buy them mainly value the craftsmanship and the intangibles contained in them. The sentimental value, after all, the jewelry made of a part of the body is very meaningful."

Melo was quite interested in seeing his finished product, and ran over to ask after the replacement.

"Your hair is actually long enough." The other party said, "And you don't have much blond hair naturally. Most blond hair will gradually darken with age. It is really a very good idea to save it when it is the most beautiful. .”

"You can contact me if you need it." The man gave him a business card.

"Are you interested in hair products?" Seeing Melo lying on the sofa, playing with a business card in his hand, he walked over to have a look.

"Don't you think it's quite ethnic?"

"It's okay to take a look at it, but it's a bit unbearable to put it at home or wear it on the body." Lanceline thought about it, "The hair of the people I know is fine. If you buy it directly, who knows where the hair came from? Feeling dead..."

"You think too much too." Melo gave her a white look.

"Ah, I watched The Grudge when I was in college, and it had a profound impact... The shot of Kayako emerging from a pile of hair is so classic." Lanceline shrugged, "Although I'm not afraid now, but I saw a lot of The hair is still a little gross."

So this matter was not mentioned.

It’s the National Day holiday again after a busy day—the last time Lanceline came and went on a trip, but this time she stayed at home honestly.

"I watched the show this year and flew to so many places that I'm going to throw up at the hotel." She lay on the bed and said to Melo, "And it's hard not to go to work, so take a rest."

"Obviously you are the boss yourself, and you skip work every afternoon to go to the gym..." Melo leaned on the pillow and said, "I'll ask you again, you really won't wake up tomorrow morning and find yourself flying to some unknown place. on a plane with a destination?"

"Really not, you are so big, how could I get you on the plane quietly." ——The point is not whether you can move it but whether you can move it quietly?

"...That's good, it's too unreliable to go on a trip." He nodded with satisfaction, "I actually watched TV in Sanya for three days last time—what's the difference from being at home! At least those few days It didn't rain in City S."

I didn't go to any S city attractions during the National Day holiday.Lanceline proposed to go to see the night scene and revisit the old place, but she also gave up because there were too many people on holidays.

Two people live like ordinary couples that can be seen everywhere in the world.

Get up in the morning and eat breakfast relatively, tidy up the dishes and chopsticks, pile them in the bowl and hand them over to the hourly workers who will come later.In the free time in the morning, go to the gym together, or meet the master who taught Lancelyn the grappling hand, watch and learn from others.

Melo was lucky. For the first time, he not only met Master Lancelyn, but also Master, a thin, white-bearded old man with a height of 1.6 meters and 30 meters.According to the introduction, the old man is ninety-six this year - he is [-] years older than the old man Lanceline called Master. At that time, he was unconvinced and wanted to make gestures with others.

Then she enjoyed the treatment that Lancelyn received when she first met the master—the whole person flew out sideways after being put on the wrist.

People even stroked his beard and praised him: "He is a man who can be made, and the younger generations will be feared, and the younger generations will be feared." No matter how I think about it, I feel aggrieved.

Lancelyn comforted him: "The old man is 96 years old, he has practiced martial arts for nearly a century, and he is also the most important internal martial arts Tai Chi, so it's still a good deal."

...I can't feel any comfort, and he doesn't want to know why the master brought out by the master of the Tai Chi school taught Lancelyn the Shaolin grappling hand.

At noon at the master's house, Lancelin cooks for herself.After eating, I sat in the yard to tease the birds to digest their food, and then started to compete with people again.It's time to say goodbye after lunch, go out and find a restaurant to eat, and drive home after eating, and the two of them will walk hand in hand for a while.

Living the most ordinary days, Lancelyn felt like she was creating the bravest legend.

It's time for a walk again.It was evening, and the sky gradually began to darken. The street lights hadn't been turned on yet, and the sides of each other's faces were blurred in the dim light of dusk. Although they couldn't see clearly, they didn't panic. There was a strange sense of tranquility.

"I used to want to be a physicist." Lanceline said while walking slowly, "Later, I also learned about the family situation, so I learned financial management, and I will never be able to do what I want to do in my life. I thought This is the way I have lived my whole life, I thought it was a magnificent novel, but I didn’t expect it to be just a mediocre life.”

"Did you want to study the truth of the world?" Mello put her hand in her coat pocket—her pocket after all.It's a little cold in S City today.

"It's not that great. I minored in astrophysics in college and wanted to be a person who studies stars." She said with a smile, "At that time, I thought stars and the universe were very romantic. I'm not very good at theoretical physics research."

"Ever heard of the lonely electron hypothesis?" she asked.

"Well, what?"

"Molecules are different, atoms are different, protons and neutrons are different, only electrons have no individual differences, and every electron is exactly the same - of course, you can also say that they are all one electron. That's the one Electrons, at the speed of light, run silently from the beginning of time to the end of time, and then turn back from the end. Then there are countless times of this cycle, so that there are countless places in each time point, and finally form the universe."

"It sounds a little lonely."

"Yeah, the me who exists here at this moment may be just an electronic phantom - I was too lonely, so lonely that I was crazy, so I split the entire universe. Although our world is so wonderful, it is still lonely in the time axis. Running endlessly." Lanceline sighed, "It's pathetic."

"Is it possible that a universe is just an illusion produced by electrons?" Melo thought for a while, and said, "Then I may also be just an illusion." His hand slightly clenched hers, "But I am not from this universe. , perhaps a phantom of another electron."

"Isn't it romantic that two phantoms of two lonely split electrons meet each other in endless time?" he said. met."

"You can really talk." Lanceline laughed, "Then, you are an electron, and I am also an electron. Two lonely electrons met each other at this moment. We both move at the speed of light, so this An instant is an eternity relative to time."

"This is also a kind of eternity."

The author has something to say: I think it is quite novel to use the electronic hypothesis to fall in love, and I have been proud of it for a while.I don’t know if this is some kind of witty wit... To be honest, the romance of physics that I can understand stops here, and the rest can only be said to be interesting or interesting, suitable for making There are not many love stories.

It's all very trivial daily life, nothing particularly interesting.It's better to say that after the running-in period, it should be like this, like an old couple.Of course, if only I had Wang Zengqi and Lao She's huge writing skills to write trivial daily life interestingly, it's a pity that my writing skills are useless.In fact, according to the setting, Melo and Lancelyn are two people who are more complicated, more real, more unpleasant, darker and have more shortcomings, but they think about one thing and write another thing.

Then Celine's thoughts in this chapter, the most ordinary days and the bravest legends, in fact, I think sometimes I really feel this way.When you fall in love with someone, the feeling of not wanting to think about the future and just wanting to live with him is really similar to putting all one's eggs in one basket.Of course, good girls will always be let down, and desperate gamblers often have no way to return with full rewards. This is a later story, another story.

Of course, this chapter is also sprinkling sugar, and the next chapter is also sugar, and then... eat more sugar while you have it, it's going to be abused again...

☆, get married as a couple

29 married couple

Seeing that the 27th is approaching, although Lancelyn said that it doesn't matter, sometimes she always loses some order in doing things.Another time when she got up to write with a pen, she knocked over the water glass at hand, and the brown coffee dripped all over the table, dripping down the corners, and she fainted and dirty her pants on the way.

I don't know why I was stunned for a while, and then I lazily raised my voice and called: "Anna, help me put away the table."

The little assistant came in at a trot, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Lancelyn standing up from her chair, straightening her suit jacket, and passing her lazily: "I'm leaving, I won't be back for a few days, I have something to ask Lily sorted out the report and gave it to me."

"Maybe I'll come again on the 27th."

Melo didn't have any photography assignments today, he wasn't in the company, and stayed at home.Lancelyn saw him squatting in front of the TV cabinet flipping through discs when Lancelyn came in.Holding a bunch of her personal collection of bored looks in her hands.

"Want to watch a movie?" Lancelyn squatted beside him and asked, "There are no new movies here, I'm very nostalgic."

"They are indeed old movies." He carefully looked at the brief introduction printed on the DVD box, "Have you seen them all?"

"Of course." She stretched out her hand to cover the place he wanted to see, "Why don't you listen to my recommendation?"

It was said that he directly arranged the discs in his hand in a fan shape and handed them over to her: "Your world is up to you."

Lancelyn ordered "Titanic" without hesitation.

"Watching a tragedy again? It's a love tragedy." After the two sat down on the sofa, Melo thought for a while and then got up and put a box of toilet paper beside him: "It feels like your collection is like this."

"Isn't there a tragedy of human nature?" Lanceline came from the kitchen with two cups in her slippers, and handed him a cup of coffee. "And there are many happy stories."

"For example, "The Life of the Disliked Pine Nut" and "Dancer in the Dark", right?" He took the cup and put it on the tea table in front of him: "Everyone is really happy."

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Lanceline picked up the remote control and pressed it, "Shut up and watch the movie, this is a classic."

At the very beginning of the story, a century of portraits and long-standing stories are sleeping in the deep ocean.The centenarian came across the ocean just to see the wreckage of her young love.

In the memory, the girl's face was fresh and bright, and she was clearly stepping on the giant steel ship under the blue sky, but she had an expression of pain as if she was going to die.On the other side, the young and down-and-out painter wins the boat ticket with a big gamble, and runs excitedly and recklessly towards his hometown and future.One is in the first class and the other is in the third class. Originally, they had no intersecting lives, but because of Rose's impulsive jumping into the sea, the two met.

Leonardo’s handsome profile in his 20s was so handsome in the sea breeze and dark night, he said timidly but firmly: “I said, the sea water is actually very cold, I don’t want to jump in. But look, I It's been involved, so if you jump, I'll jump."

"She can't dance." Melo commented while drinking coffee, "This kind of bridge can't be danced just by looking at it."

"People all over the world know they can't dance, okay?" Lanceline rolled his eyes at him, "It's only been more than half an hour, what's next after dancing?"

Then there was a long series of pulling and pulling between the male and female protagonists, and finally Jack finally pulled Rose onto the deck, and the two rolled into a ball.

"I said this plot is too boring, isn't it just an ordinary romance movie." After watching it for 10 minutes, Melo became impatient, "Where are the highlights?"

At this time, the plot has progressed to Jack's spitting on-site teaching (...), Lanceline hugged a pillow in her arms and pinched it back and forth, and said with a dreamy face: "This kind of film, just look at the face..." After a pause, she said again, "Look at Jack, he's still so handsome even with drool on his chin..."

Seeing the state where her eyes are shining and the whole person is about to fly, this side is upset: "It's just an ordinary male star—it's not uncommon to see blond hair and blue eyes."

"Blond hair is not uncommon, and blue eyes are not uncommon, but blond hair and blue eyes are very handsome." Lanceline plausibly said, "Leonardo's face when he was young is simply the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my life. No one." She pointed to the TV screen, "Don't be too jealous."

He forced his face closer to her: "I'm also blond, so there's nothing to be jealous about."

"You have green eyes, but he's blue! Blue!" Lanceline pushed his face away with one hand, "He's the man who just missed the Oscar three times because he's too handsome, how can he be compared?"

"Isn't it a fat-headed fish now?" Melo was indignant. "If we only talk about the present, I am obviously better-looking. And even if I compare it when I was 20 years old, I don't think I will lose."

"...Well, are you jealous?" Lanceline turned her face in surprise, "This kind of jealousy, are you serious?"

Melo pressed the pillow in her arms with one hand, and knelt on the sofa: "Generally speaking, when you are with your boyfriend, you should not be crazy about the TV. This is common sense."

"You can also watch Kate go crazy and get back." Lanceline said this deliberately, a little amused-it's rare to see such a childish side of him.

"You won't mind!" This side began to be dissatisfied again, "Besides, she is not so good-looking that it makes people crazy. Is it just above average?"

"At least she has 36D breasts." Lanceline said righteously, "bigger than me. Most women don't mind that."

"It's enough to see your expression and you don't mind at all, okay? From the very beginning, I've been curious why you can say such words freely!" The teenager angrily pulled out the pillow and wanted to hit her, Lanceline insisted let him snatch it.Back and forth the sofa's foam cushions flicked off balance, and Melo threw himself forward on Lanceline, and the two of them fell firmly into the sofa.

"Oh, this counts as throwing yourself into your arms?" Lanceline supported his waist with both hands, and joked as he looked at the posture of him lying on her body like a little daughter-in-law, "Or do you want to use this shocking display?" Ways to prove to me that you look better than Leonard?"

"Being crushed by her boyfriend, don't you feel a little self-conscious?" Melo complained with his hands on her head, frowning.

"I want to be willing to counter-press you every minute—by the way, you didn't put the wooden warehouse on your body today." She suddenly remembered something, and touched his waist with her hand, "I can't stand it again."

"You also said that you are a boyfriend, and you are not a rapist. What kind of self-awareness is required." After making sure that there was nothing wrong with the other party, she adjusted the angle of her neck and said to the person on her body with a smile.

Melo raised a hand to smooth the hair on her face, and slid her fingertips along the dark scar: "It won't happen again...does it hurt now?"

"Your current behavior is called poking someone's scars, you know." Lanceline supported his waist with one hand and put one hand on his back, laughing, "Why are you pretending to be innocent when you're in this position—of course, if you have no other ideas, we Can you get up now?"

Melo lowered his head and bit her lip: "Shut your broken mouth."

When Melo unbuttoned Lancelyn, he saw the style of her bra, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Front button?"

"I've been watching this kind of movie with my boyfriend, so I'm not prepared." Lanceline squinted her eyes to study his shirt, and after watching it for a long time, she pulled the hem impatiently and made him take it off her head: "You are also weird , Where did this dress come from, I won’t even take it off. It’s typical that I didn’t do the preliminary work—” As it was damaged, my mouth was gagged again.Without admitting defeat, she stretched her hand in from the waist of his trousers, and his chest was pinched by him.

To be honest, the last time was so miserable that Lancelyn didn't feel that it was a pleasant thing lying on the floor covered with glass shards—but this time, she finally experienced what He Jing said personally. "Parts mature".

The background is the noisy sound of "Titanic", Jack dragged Rose into the small black room to confess, the classic bow hug, nude portrait... Then Lanceline felt that her consciousness must have flown for a few seconds, and she was in a trance It seemed as if I heard a long and soft female cry.

When Rose's hand hit the glass of the car with a "slap", she suddenly came to her senses, only feeling that her body was crisp and soft, and she couldn't lift it up: "Why don't I remember that this disc at home is an unabridged version? "

Melo's chin rested on her shoulder, and it hurt a little bit sharply, and he was still panting: "My dear, that's your voice."

"...It feels a bit embarrassing." She groped around on his back carelessly, counting his vertebrae one by one, her skin was so good that she could hold her hand, "Your butterfly bone is so beautiful, it looks like it was carved out of."

Melo pulled his hand from under her and lifted his bangs which were wet with sweat: "Thank you for the compliment——Hand, it hurt me."

The last bit of the ending was scribbled and maintained in this posture. During the period, Melo pressed her on the back of the sofa and kissed her for a long time. When they finally parted panting, their mouths were as red as if they had applied rouge.

The movie was barely finished in this way. Lanceline lay down for a while and pushed Melo away to take a shower. When she sat up, she found a small box in her hand and took a look in front of her eyes: "What is this?"

"Ah, it probably fell out of the pocket of the clothes." Melo scratched at the side of his hair, "I just got it back today, and it was meant to be given to you—just forgot."

Lanceline opened it and saw that the ring was woven with something—it seemed that some kind of silk thread had been hardened and glowed in the sun: "What color is this, gold and black? Although you usually wear clothes It's still like that, but I shouldn't trust the taste of straight men." His face was filled with grief.

"I said, shouldn't a woman be very happy and excited when she sees the ring and cry immediately." He rolled his eyes, "You are always so unconventional."

"Even if it's a ring, it's ugly." Lanceline said. "It's so plain and ugly that I can't even use the 'then I'll take it with reluctance' to express my pride. It's too ugly. Your posture in giving the ring is wrong, hit it back and practice again."

"And what kind of material is this? Weaving style has been out of fashion for 800 years. Where did you come from? Forget it. I heard that the United States is indeed a country that is very dirty. I don't blame you. An Englishman's taste has become like this, too...Although British food is terrible, at least the taste is still there."

"If you're so disgusted, don't put it on your hand while talking about it!" Seeing his expression, he almost wanted to jump up and beat her up, "You asked about the material... the hair."

Lan Celine shook the ring and almost flew out with the movement: "I said that the hair is disgusting! Did you do it on purpose! Is it my boyfriend!"

"Didn't you say that it doesn't matter if you know someone!" Seeing her movements, she simply took over and put it on her fingers, "Mine, mine."

Hearing that Lancelyn struggled, she stopped: "Aren't you blond? Honestly, where did this greasy black hair come from? Did you cut that girl's hair again?"

"Describing your hair as greasy black hair, you have to be cruel." Finally, it was forced on Lanceline's hand, Melo said.

"How did I not know when you cut my hair?" Lanceline was taken aback.

"I cut it while you were sleeping." Melo confessed honestly, seeing the other party's blue face, he quickly added obediently, "That's all I cut." It was about one-fifth the thickness of a little finger.

"You have short hair, but you still come here..." Lanceline squatted on the sofa depressed, "No wonder I always feel weird when I use gel water to shape my hair these days."

"It was recommended to me that hair braids are meaningful...you don't like it?" he asked cautiously.

"You, really." Lancelyn was depressed for a while and put aside the hair matter, "Do you know what it means to braid two people's hair together in China? Chinese people are very sentimental, and some things should not be messed up." Do."

"What's the special meaning...People have repeatedly asked if it's only for sending off lovers. Your country's culture is very complicated."

"Nothing," said Lanceline, raising her ringed hand at him. "You've got this on, what else do you want to say?"

Melo held her hand: "What else do you want me to say after you put it on?"

"It's always necessary to go through the motions - women can't be too easy to fool, okay, otherwise you will be gone for another three years, and if you don't say a word, you won't come back when the time comes, I will go to reason." Lanceline raised her chin and rushed He said, "Besides, you forced me to put it on, not to mention taking it off in minutes and hitting your face."

"Okay, what can I say, I don't think it's appropriate to say anything." Melo held her hand and thought about it.

"Come whatever you want, just go through the motions and it's over. No one takes such words seriously."

"No, at least say something meaningful." He frowned, "My dear, dear Celine—I said you don't think it's nasty?"

"Hurry up, damn it!" Lancelin seemed a little concerned about watching the excitement.

"You are willing, you are willing..." He pursed his lips, and after tossing and turning for a while, the ending sound finally came out from his tongue.

"Will you wait for me?"

"I said, this is the end, don't you remember to add something else?" Lanceline frowned.

Melo immediately responded: "I promise."

"—I do." She answered, looking seriously into his eyes.

"So now, change that thing to me—my God, it's too ugly to call it a ring—put it on my ring finger, it's hard to press the glove, and don't hesitate to put the middle finger on it."

"So, what does the hair mean?" He was moving his hands, and his mouth was not idle.

"It's said that Chinese people are very emotional, and you don't understand if you explain it." She glanced at her hand and smiled unconsciously. "Just feel it yourself. I'll take a bath. You can do whatever you want." Ran.

If she didn't leave immediately, she was afraid that she would burst out laughing maniacally—hair braided together: hair knot, hair knot...

Formed as husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection.Life should come back, death should be longing.

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

The author has something to say:

Come on, read it together with me, life should be reunion, death should be longing.Do you feel the author's malice? Of course they didn't come back from the dead~~~

It is said that seeing ancient poems in this kind of text is a little bit inconsistent, but I don't know how to write this sense of promise in vernacular.Speaking of which technique is used to make the ring... Don't worry about these details. I originally wanted to use my hair to make diamonds, but the amount of hair needed is always too weak for a short-haired person...

And the scene of giving the ring, I originally wanted to write it very warmly, but when it comes to warmth, it's not Zong Lan and Melo.These two people seem to be trying to avoid each other all the time. I swear that I wanted to write a warm and soft girl at the beginning, but... maybe this is the way the two are together.

As for the one in the middle, don't ask me about the process!I was stuck on this chapter for four days and almost stopped updating!Just wrote it at 03:30 last night!

☆、He Jing Extra: If there were no flowers in this world

He Jing: If there were no flowers in this world

He Jing, female, from City B, has a strong personality.

She has a friend named Lancelyn.

If you ask He Jing who is the most important friend in her life, she probably can't answer.But if she had to ask the friend she was most worried about, it would have to be Lanceline.

Lancelyn is from City S. When explaining their friendship, others will say that they slept in a dormitory in college. At most, they will add that they met each other and hated it. Only the two of them know that they have known each other for many years. .

When He Jing was young, she felt that she had the ability and duty to save those poor people who were in difficulties and troubles. At that time, her greatest ideal in life was to be a hero of the generation, so that there would no longer be any unhappy, lonely, or even just lacking in the world. smiling people.

Now there is a very fashionable word to describe this state: the second disease.

But it's a pity that He Jing has never found a chance to show her ambitions - after all, even if she sees unhappy people, she still can't do anything with her weak strength.

When she was 12 years old, she finally found an opportunity to fulfill her long-cherished wish of saving others.

At that time, many magazines had a small column at the back with information about finding pen pals.One day when He Jing was flipping through a magazine, she saw a girl from City S named Lancelyn, and she wrote on it rather sadly: "I want a friend."

He Jing, who was lying on the bed eating snacks and reading idle books at that time, didn't know what kind of intuition had played a role. There was a voice in her heart telling her: It's her, go and save her.

After writing a letter to the other party according to the address, He Jing was taken aback by the reply—the other party wrote a thick stack like a novel, with neat and clear handwriting from beginning to end, feeling like a draft and then a copy Just that rigorous.

When she lamented the other party's serious attitude, she also felt that Lancelin probably really didn't have any friends.

Just like this, you wrote letters back and forth, and there was a thick pile of letter paper, and the nearly one-foot-high pile of old paper seemed to witness their friendship, solid, square and weighty.

The arrogant thoughts about salvation that I embraced at the beginning were also worn out by time as I got older. He Jing later really liked Lancelin, a friend: at least she was logical and well-organized, and she cared about things more than It makes a lot of sense for those girls in the class who only know who you like me and who she likes.He Jing made a decision in her third year of high school. She didn't want to be good friends who only existed on letter paper, but she wanted to be friends with Lancelyn in real life.

Lancelyn University can't go out of S city, she goes.

When it was time to meet Lanceline at the gate of the university while dragging the suitcase, He Jing saw a tall girl standing there with her chest crossed from a distance.The back is straight, and the aura of the whole person is sharp and aggressive.

After He Jing approached and compared the photos with the real person repeatedly, she cautiously said to the other party: "Are you Lancelyn?"

The other party swished his head around, frowning impatiently, but all the impatience turned into gentle and joyful eyebrows the moment he recognized He Jing.

It was the first time that He Jinghuo really felt what is called "the charm of snow melting into clouds" for the first time.In all fairness, Lancelin's facial features are not the best, that is to say, she is above average.It is better than the pair of eyes that are born too well - the eyes are narrow and long, the double eyelids are exquisite, the outline between the brows is very beautiful but not flattering, the eyeballs are black and white, and when they are angry, their eyes are so cold that they seem to have something on their body. The knife cuts, softens the eyes and looks at people, but there are really infinite waves flowing in it.

The voice from many years ago came out again, and it said: Your choice is correct, it is her.

From the very beginning, He Jing knew that Lancelyn was not only short of friends, she also lacked a lover.

She lacks someone who loves her like flesh and blood like life.

So after Ji Hang's appearance, Lanceline quickly plunged into it is simply expected.

He Jing remembered for many years later that Lancelyn, who was as sharp as a knife, practiced facial expressions with a mirror in the dormitory every day after becoming Ji Hang's girlfriend.

"Help me take a look, will this make you look more gentle?" She always turned her face sideways, tried to smile, and then asked He Jing.

Seeing this scene, He Jing felt indescribably distressed.

A person like her should make a peerless famous knife, and then give it to someone who knows the goods and store it on a shelf for a lifetime; or fight with another knife as hard as possible, and then put the knife back into its sheath and hang it on the wall together.

Since ancient times, the one who can own a knife is either a swordsman or another knife.

In this way, the beast can retract its sharp claws, pull out its fangs, and let the knife willingly melt away its own sharpness. People who are so mediocre as to become ordinary and weak mortals will eventually live up to this friendship.

This has been the case since ancient times. In fact, there is not much new under the sun.

Eason Chan once sang, if there were no flowers in this world.

He Jing thought, if there were really no flowers in this world, without the sweet love and deceptions blooming like flowers, maybe Lanceline would not have worked so hard to pursue her, and even worked so hard to change herself.

Later, Ji Hang's true face was exposed, and He Jing went to beat Ji Hang with Lancelyn behind her back, broke two of his ribs and swung him with a beer bottle until his face was covered in tears.

She herself had a broken leg and was sitting on the side of the road calling Lanceline and asking her to pick it up.

When Lanceline arrived, she didn't tell her life and death how she made it like this. In the end, Lanceline could only guess that she was fighting with someone.As a result, Lanceline always worriedly followed when she made an appointment with someone in the woods. This is a later story.

Later, when juniors were promoted to seniors, all those who could find internships went for internships.He Jing wanted to go back to City B, but Lancelin was left alone after all.

This is probably a choice that He Jing regrets very much.

On the day she left, a visitor from another world fell into Lancelyn's house.

Lancelyn wasn't immune to fateful encounters or anything like that, and she knew that.

When she flew to S City urgently, she realized it was already too late.

From the beginning