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After Long Junheng was bumped into by Shen Huiyin and Hyuna, he was actually a little surprised why he was still embarrassed in front of this girl. She knew almost everything about him, and he never thought of hiding it in front of her. .Probably because she is too beautiful, no matter how young she is, she has never been classified as a pure buddy.

But he didn't feel so cramped or awkward when he saw her in the company, it was much more natural.

Originally, he knew that she would work overtime at night, and bought coffee after practice, but he didn't see her in the office, leaving only a lamp.

Seeing that her bag was still there, Long Junheng knew that the girl must have not left, but he didn't know where she went.

After thinking about it, he turned a corner and pushed open the door of the stairwell.The lights inside would automatically turn on at night, so he walked up the stairs.

After walking one floor, I saw Shen Huiyin.

Then I was stunned.This girl is too capable of tossing around.

Sitting on the stairs with his back against the wall, his feet in flat shoes resting on the railing on the opposite side, and his long legs in shorts hanging brightly.

Shen Huiyin was wearing a large, simple white shirt, the cuffs were up late, and his hair was hanging on one side. He was looking at the computer on his lap with blank eyes.

On the steps next to her were scattered folders and many A4 papers with copywriting, and she would pull out one from time to time to have a look at it and write a few words on it.

When she heard footsteps, she slowly turned her head to take a look, saw who it was, and returned to her own state, ignoring him.

Long Junheng handed her the coffee, and took a sip himself, two glasses of the same iced Americano.

He casually picked up the paper scattered on the side and looked at it. Apart from the planning copy, there were actually a few pieces of her own manuscript sandwiched on it.

This girl, why are you making such a mess.He simply helped her pick out the manuscripts and made them into a pile.

He leaned over again to see what she was typing on the computer, and it turned out that she was writing a novel.This girl is not the kind of job security.

He just looked down, and when the computer screen moved, he moved it accordingly. After going back and forth a few times, he realized that Shen Huiyin was teasing him.

"Ah! You—" as soon as he spoke, he saw Shen Huiyin looking at him, and stepped back a little before saying, "Why do you always stay here?"

"I'm happy." Shen Huiyin picked up the coffee expressionlessly and took a sip.

"Cut—you just toss about it." Long Junheng rolled her manuscript into a tube and knocked it on her head, "Are you writing a new novel?"

"En." Shen Huiyin said, shutting down the computer quickly, leaning his head against the wall, closing his eyes and pinching the center of his brows.

Looking at her tired face, Long Junheng felt that he was afraid of disturbing her if he said anything, so he quietly looked at her better expression.

"Hello. Have you read the manuscript in your hand?" Shen Huiyin opened his eyes and asked him.

He scratched and flipped through it again, still in Shen Huiyin's usual style.Light, long, tenacious, sad.As if telling you a true story from her memory.

"You wrote it, of course it's good." He muttered and nodded a few times stupidly, "Whenever I can control the text to your level, I can make a whole disc by myself."

"You'd love to write an album entirely yourself?"

"Of course." Yong Junhyung pouted, "That's a musician, how cool it is to make an album by yourself."

Shen Huiyin looked at him yearningly and blinked.Sure enough, his dream extended to the bigger picture.

"Why don't you tell me what it's like when you're writing?" He suddenly asked her seriously.

I used to always read what she wrote, but I really didn't think about how she wrote it.It was as if she was born to be a talented girl, and everything just came naturally.

"Just write about your own experiences and feelings. Even if it's a fictional story, it's the same. You can't write about things you don't understand."

"Then what do you do if you don't have so many experiences to write about?" You have only lived for more than 20 years, and you have even less time to learn perception. How can you have so many experiences.

"Traveling. Reading. Watching movies." Shen Huiyin answered without hesitation.

"Is that so—" He pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"Aren't you also reading poetry collections? Although I also think poetry is beautiful, I don't really like it."

"Huh?" Isn't this girl who can recite Shakespeare and the like casually?

"Because that is the beauty created by stacking images. Behind every word, behind every arrangement of words, behind every syntax, there is a deep meaning."

"I can feel it. It's just a lot of beautiful words, and then I feel like I said a lot without saying anything."

"En——" Shen Huiyin thought for a while and said, "You probably haven't read the poems of a Chinese poet. His name is Xu Zhimo, and he is very good at writing love poems. Let me tell you a poem he wrote." The gentleness is just like the shyness of a water lotus.' Well written, right?"

"The most is the tenderness of bowing the head, just like the shyness of a water lotus." Long Junheng whispered.

His voice was originally slightly low and blurred, and it was Rapper's habitual utterance between his lips and tongue. This sentence came out of his lips naturally and charmingly.

But what he thought of was how he could write such a beautiful poem. What the girl said was clearly talking about herself.

Seeing that he was looking at her, Shen Huiyin didn't know what he was thinking, so she gave him a look and said, "It makes you think about poetry."

"I know." He blinked hastily, and regained his composure. "The writing is pretty good."

"Look at the metaphor he used, right?" Shen Huiyin said firmly, "But in fact, the best part is in the original Chinese sentence, where he put the word 'most' in the first position. In fact, It means that bowing the head is the most gentle, and the word 'most' is put first to say—" Shen Huiyin pursed her lips and did not continue.

Long Junheng just looked at her, and when he saw Shen Huiyin looking at himself, he didn't understand why she stopped suddenly, but he didn't urge her to continue talking.

Shen Huiyin looked at him as if he was waiting for her to say, sighed and said, "You really can't feel it." She curled her lips and told him, "He just wanted to say that the girl like a water lotus is beautiful, she The tenderness is also very touching, and it is lucky to meet such a girl in life, but what he cherishes the most is the moment when he was moved by this girl. The word "most" is to show that he was unprecedented in his heart at that time Tremors." She kept looking at him until she finished speaking.

Long Junheng was moved by her words, a poem, so many emotions.

gentle.meet.Heartbeat moment.In fact, it's just that poets are always serious and passionate about everything.

It seems that he is still too superficial, if he knows a lot like Shen Huiyin, maybe he can write good lyrics.

"But I haven't been able to understand these, or if I still don't understand these in the future, there must be other ways." He can't be sure that he will understand as he reads more things.

"Then—" Shen Huiyin still thought about it before saying, "You have to have the consciousness to connect the real thing with the abstract feeling. To put it bluntly, it is association."

"Huh?" He felt that anyone should be able to associate such a thing.

"For example——" Shen Huiyin leaned forward, propping his chin with his hands, "Speaking of watches, WATCHYOURTIME. It is to protect your time, keep the temperature on your wrist, and give you the rest of your life." Shen Hui Yin paused for a moment and said, "Although it's more artificial, but writing lyrics is to think romantically like this."

"Eh—" He thought it was very good, he couldn't even think of such a saying.

"Shoes, for example." Shen Huiyin bit his lip and thought for a while, "You can think about a lot. If it is the only pair of shoes for a child from a poor family, it will be all his sadness. A helpless commitment to his birth. If it is the worn-out farm shoes of an old farmer, these shoes will be close to the warm land under the setting sun, bear his arduous and slow steps, and also represent his gratitude and joy for the food given by the earth, No complaints about the stable dependence on the land. And—” Shen Huiyin looked at him, smiled before saying, “If it’s the shoes of a boy who has practiced dancing since he was a teenager——”

Sure enough, seeing Long Junheng raised his eyebrows after speaking, Shen Huiyin smiled and continued, "These shoes will be broken in a very short time, they will be soaked in sweat long ago, and they will also have a bad smell. It memorizes the boy's favorite dance music, the dance steps he often dances, and the most frequent rhythm. It will record the boy's progress, witness the boy's stubbornness to his dreams and his stubbornness to himself, and convince the world that this boy not only dares to It is true that he will make desperate efforts to expose his ambition to the public, and it is these tattered dancing shoes that make him handsome like a man." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and closed her eyes, then smiled.

Long Junheng thought that he must not be blamed for being sentimental, it was obviously Shen Huiyin who spoke as if it was him.Anyway, she has always been too good at describing, and she always puts some things beautifully.

Qiguang’s debut song DANCINGSHOES is based on the complex of dancing shoes, but it is still a cool and magical pair of shoes according to the established routine.

It turns out that even if it is a pair of tattered shoes, as long as Shen Huiyin is describing it, as long as she is giving it meaning, it will be soul-stirring and meaningful.

He had already heard enough that his heart was churning, but Shen Huiyin closed his eyes and continued: "If this boy will give every pair of dancing shoes he broke to a girl,

Let her see his hard work and persistence, let her firmly believe that he will succeed, that is an initial and deepest commitment.Tell her that even for her, he will put all his eggs in one basket and never give up. "When she said these words, there was no expression on her face. After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and blinked slowly.

After hearing this, Long Junheng bit his lower lip, not knowing how to react.She confuses him again.

However, it would be the unique luck in the world to become him like this in her eyes.

After thinking about it, he said blankly, "I seem to throw away the shoes that I broke out from practicing." Thinking about it this way, he was not born to be such a literary person as Shen Huiyin.

After hearing this, Shen Huiyin raised his head and looked straight at him, then pretended to be helpless and said, "I didn't say anything about you."

"Cut—" He was also embarrassed when he heard it, and he lowered his head and scratched his own head.

"Well——" Shen Huiyin bit the straw and thought for a while before saying, "Let me say one more thing. Eyelashes."

"Huh?" He looked up at her.

"When it comes to eyelashes, what do you think of?" He put down the coffee cup and looked closer at his eyelashes.

"Ah!" He pushed her forehead, made her face back a little, and didn't answer her question.

eyelash.His eyelashes are hairy and itchy.It was like the last time they were lying on the practice room floor, face to face.

She was talking about the Dream Knight, whose stomach was full of butterflies, and these guys were still flapping their wings like eyelashes fluttered when she blinked.

Now he only thought of this, but how could he tell her about it.

Shen Huiyin slapped his hand away, but still leaned closer and stretched out his hand to twirl his own eyelashes, trying to pull one out, but it took a little effort to get it off, and put it on his index finger.

"Shen Huiyin, what are you doing?" How can you pull out your eyelashes by yourself without fear of pain?

Shen Huiyin ignored him, and looked into his eyes seriously, making him turn his head away in embarrassment.

"Hi. My eyes are pretty?" Obviously she has pretty eyes.

"It's your lashes that have a presence." She's really always loved how they look when they're down.

"Cut—" he pouted, and stared at her suddenly, "you don't want to pull out one of mine, do you?"

Shen Huiyin smiled, and stretched out her hand without saying anything.He only had time to snap his eyes shut before reaching out to grab her arm.

Reluctantly, Shen Huiyin really suddenly wanted to make a fool of himself, so he had no choice but to lower his hand and obediently let her twirl one of his eyelashes away without feeling any pain.

The light in the stairwell is emitted from a distance by the bright emergency light at the door, and it is not very bright in their place.

Shen Huiyin looked at him quietly and slightly raising his head, pursing his lips and looking obedient.Of course, his aura is different from his usual, but he has always been like this in front of her since he was a child.

The color of his hair has changed many times, and his face has quietly matured, but when he calmed down, his facial features remained the same as she was familiar with.

She looked down at the eyelashes on the index fingers of her left and right hands, but said nothing.

Only then did Long Junheng slowly open his eyes, and saw her bowing her head, and saw the eyelashes on her hands, this girl might want to compare the lengths.

"When it comes to eyelashes, I feel—" Shen Huiyin raised his head and said to him, "It is to pull out an eyelash to make a wish, and then blow away the full expectation and belief at that moment."

After speaking, he stretched out his left hand, raised his index finger in front of his eyes and said, "Make a wish."

"What—" How can she do things like little girls.

Shen Huiyin ignored him, closed his eyes and made a wish seriously, and then blew away the eyelashes on his right index finger.

Seeing her like this, Long Junheng also closed his eyes, made a wish, puffed out his mouth and blew off his eyelashes.

Shen Huiyin withdrew his hand and didn't speak again.But he suddenly grabbed her hand, looked at the tiger's mouth, frowned and put her hand down.This girl didn't wear a ring either.

"Why do you have new cocoons?"

She originally only had an obvious callus on the middle finger of her right hand, which was caused by handwriting when she first started writing novels when she was a child.

Thinking about it, this girl is also persevering enough to show him the novel as soon as she finished writing it. The first handwritten novel actually has a full [-] words, so it's no wonder that it doesn't come out of the cocoon.

Later, even with a computer and mobile phone, she sometimes wrote by hand, thinking that would make writing more realistic.So the cocoon has not disappeared.

"Recently, I've been practicing something new." Shen Huiyin rubbed the calloused area by himself.

"Huh?" She actually thought she wasn't busy enough.

"I'm learning bass. In fact, my sister taught me guitar, but I can't play it very well. Now I think bass feels better."

"Why do you only like instruments with a lower sound?" Whether it's the cello or the bass, they all sound deep and sad.

"I just like it." So I also like his low voice.

"Ok."

"Hey. You don't even need to practice? You have time to chat here."

"Ah!" The ignorant girl "is coffee for you. Besides, what time is it? It's over early, okay?"

Why do you urge him to practice all day long, and in the same serious tone as the manager and the president.

"Is it very late? It's three o'clock in the morning. It's still working time." Shen Huiyin raised his hand and looked at his watch and said.

"Just stay up late, you. You spoil yourself more than me, and you are not afraid of falling ill again."

"You are not the same."

"Why do you have to be like me? Do you know that after my debut, what I want most is to be able to commute to and from get off work on time like ordinary office workers. I don't have to run my schedule upside down."

"Oh." Shen Huiyin didn't react at all, she knew his loss, regret, and longing very clearly, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Oh. Forget it. Why are you telling me these things?" I chose it myself, "What are you planning to do with the novel you are writing now?"

"Just write it first." She had never shown him her published book, nor told him that it had been published.

"I thought you had been an assistant to the screenwriting teacher for a long time, and you were about to start writing scripts."

"It's so easy. Teacher Song recommended me to a teacher who is going to start work in a few months, and I will be her assistant next semester."

"You're not too tired, just do odd jobs around."

"It's about accumulating experience."

"Okay." He yawned and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"do not know."

"Ah! You want to stay in the company?"

"do not know."

"Shen Huiyin!"

"You go first."

"you--"

The two of them were sitting on the steps scattered with white papers, holding coffee of the same flavor in their hands, both were a little sleepy but felt that they were sober and chatted every sentence.

To be honest, the stairwell at this time would be a bit gloomy if it weren't for two people staying together casually, the light was dim and there was a slight echo when talking.

But it was the night when almost all the company people were gone.Three in the morning in an empty stairwell.

A glass of iced Americano and a deep echo of writing novels while working overtime gave him a little night full of verses, associations, and nonsense.

Just like the poem Shen Huiyin said.

He knows that coffee tastes good, and the tired echoes are still beautiful.He was lucky to find a place to sit with her on a summer night like this, and help her organize the manuscripts she had thrown aside.He is very grateful that the girl he has known since childhood can write very delicate sentences and is willing to tell him many beautiful things.

But what he cherishes the most is the few short steps that he was with her at three in the morning, only the few steps where Shen Huiyin would sit with his legs stretched out.

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