Only the moon will know

It hurts a bit, she shouldn't have brought up this damn game, Zhou Qingchun is so smart even when he's drunk.

That night, Zhou Qingchun didn't go back, and he couldn't go back at all.She fell asleep on the sofa, sleeping soundly and deeply.

In the early hours of the morning, she felt that there was a thick, warm and fragrant blanket on her body, and the smell of wine could be faintly smelled in the air.

Zeng Xin said, where are you at this time?

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--it is good--

—A contest between two wise women—

Feelings can't be too scruples.

——Is it true that people who write books are particularly sensitive——

—these two women are too smart—

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9. Mosaic mirror

Cell phones buzzed on the floor.

Zhou Qingchun was woken up just like that.The day seemed to be bright, the curtains in the house were all closed, and the room was as dark as a cave.

"Qingchun, where are you?" Wang Yucheng's voice broke the silence.

"Where am I, where am I..." Zhou Qingchun was still half asleep and half awake, and it took him a long time to make it clear: "I'm on the opposite side of my house..."

"Opposite? Where is the opposite?"

"Zeng Xin said here..." she said.

"Why are you where she is? I rang the doorbell at your door for a long time, thinking something happened to you. I made an appointment at 10:30, it's almost ten o'clock now, come back quickly!"

Zhou Qingchun woke up like a dream. From last night to this moment, she couldn't remember anything about today's appointment.

Wang Yucheng had told her as early as a week ago that she would discuss the details of the publication of the novel with a publishing house that she had never cooperated with today, but she could forget all about it.

Struggling to get up, he accidentally kicked something by his feet. It was an easel with a sketch on it. The deep and shallow strokes were very free and easy. The composition was simple. The sketch was a woman with a slender figure and short s hair……

who is thisA similar person, is she?

Could it be that Zeng Xinyan didn't sleep all night, so he drew this sketch?

While watching, Zeng Xinyan came out and walked towards her with a glass of something in his hand.

"Good morning." Zeng Xinyan said.

"Good morning." Zhou Qingchun said to her while rubbing his eyes, "I forgot to make an appointment with someone from the publishing house today."

"Drink this first." Zeng Xinyan sat down and handed her the hot drink in his hand.

"What is this?" Zhou Qingchun took it, and the cup immediately warmed her cold palm.

"Tea. It can relieve hangovers." Zeng Xinyan said.

Zhou Qingchun downed it in one breath, and said with a smile: "So your house is really a teahouse."

Zeng Xinyan didn't sleep well all night, two dark circles were obvious, Zhou Qingchun noticed it, she pointed to her eye bags and said: "You are very dark here, did you become a thief last night?"

Zeng Xinyan was a little embarrassed.

"I disturbed you and made you sleepy. Did you draw this?" Zhou Qingchun pointed to the sketch in front of him.

"I couldn't sleep last night, so I just painted casually."

"Draw casually? But the drawing is really good." Zhou Qingchun spoke the truth.

"Does your headache hurt?" Zeng Xinyan asked her.

"It doesn't hurt." Zhou Qingchun stood up lightly: "Thank you for the wine, and this." She handed back the warm blanket she had covered her body last night to Zeng Xinyan.

"You shouldn't be allowed to drink, you are not a person who can drink." Zeng Xinyan blamed himself.

"However, I am very happy when I drink it. If you want to have fun in life, happiness is the most important thing."

Zhou Qingchun found her shoes under the sofa, put them on, and said reluctantly: "I have to go, Wang Wang is waiting for me, every time I make an appointment, this guy always comes to my house in advance, as if he is afraid that I will fall behind." Like running."

"You're going back like this?"

Zhou Qingchun lowered his head and looked at himself. The clothes were still the same one he wore last night, but they were a little wrinkled by her sleeping.

"It's the hair that's messed up." Zeng Xinyan looked up at the top of her head, her short hair was like a steel wire at the moment, and the bangs stood up.

Zhou Qingchun subconsciously scratched his hair with his hands, just like a child.

"Great writers need to take care of their image, maybe there will be readers downstairs looking for your autograph."

Zeng Xinyan quickly got out a comb and combed Zhou Qingchun's hair without saying much.

Zhou Qingchun didn't move, as if her acupuncture points had been tapped, she stood obediently where she was, with her eyes closed, letting her master comb her precious hair obediently and obediently like a cat.

Zeng Xinyan discovered that Zhou Qingchun's hair had been highlighted and dyed, black and tan intertwined with each other. Her hair was originally soft and silky, but she was used to using hair gel. The disadvantage of hair gel is that it will make her hair dry and thick after use. .

"Okay." Zeng Xinyan said.

"Hey, my hair is too short, so I'll comb it so soon. I want to keep my hair long for you to comb." Zhou Qingchun said mischievously.

Zeng Xinyan made a gesture to hit her, but Zhou Qingchun didn't blink, and he didn't know where the courage came from, so he grabbed her hand.

With a light grip, Zhou Qingchun didn't flinch at all. Zeng Xinyan just stared at Zhou Qingchun. From a very close distance, she realized how young she was. There were no secrets, no worries, and no wind and frost in her clear and bright eyes.

She was so young and refreshing before.However, it happens that a person's youth can hurt people invisible, and can do whatever he wants... Sometimes, she is afraid of people who are too young, and their hearts are too young.

Last night, Zeng Xinyan suffered from insomnia, but Zhou Qingchun woke up until dawn as if nothing had happened.

It can be seen that two people with different ages and different experiences have completely different experiences and moods.

Zeng Xinyan was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, but tender emotions still filled her heart at this moment.

Not knowing who was pulling who, they walked slowly to the corridor in front of the stairs, no one had the intention of letting go.

Zhou Qingchun noticed that there was an oval mirror half a person's height leaning on the wall approaching the stairs, and a curved line was drawn on the frame. Along the line was a dazzling glass mosaic mosaic, which was extremely colorful and elegant.When she came here yesterday, she didn't notice such a beautiful mirror.

"What a beautiful mosaic mirror! Did you make it?" Zhou Qingchun asked.

Zeng Xinyan nodded: "I just finished it three days ago."

"I really like this mosaic mirror! It must not be for sale! It must be not for sale!" Zhou Qingchun stroked the frame and said with infinite admiration.

Zeng Xinyan just smiled slightly.

Zhou Qingchun looked at himself and Zeng Xinyan in the mirror.For no reason, she suddenly remembered Wang Yucheng's description of the two of them once: a Xiaojiabiyu type, a big lady type, basically two different types of women, such women, if they don't contradict each other, they will definitely become good friends.

"It's really beautiful." Zhou Qingchun deliberately looked at Zeng Xinyan in the mirror and said.

Zeng Xinyan asked humorously, "Is it me?"

"Sorry, it's the mirror."

Zeng Xinyan laughed out loud.

Zhou Qingchun looked at Zeng Xinyan in the mirror, she shook her hand, and asked her gently: "Tell me, how old are you?"

Zeng Xinyan said: "It must be older than you."

"How do you know how old I am?"

"Great writers have no secrets."

"I'm not a great writer. Great writers are people who wrote great books and are dead. I'm just a writing animal."

"Animals that love to write should go back." Zeng Xinyan led her downstairs.

Zhou Qingchun was protesting: "Don't call me a great writer anymore, you have never read what I wrote, so it sounds like you are mocking me."

Under such circumstances, Zeng Xinyan had no choice but to confess: "I read, your beautiful encounter."

Zhou Qingchun was stunned.The reason for being stunned is of course that Zeng Xinyan had already read her novel, and then Zeng Xinyan actually pronounced "encounter" as "after solution".

"But, I have to admit, my Chinese is not good, there are too many new words..." Zeng Xinyan explained with a blushing face.

If not, how could he have mispronounced all the titles of her books?

Zhou Qingchun didn't expect Zeng Xinyan to be called a banana person, so she felt relieved.

Zhou Qingchun was suddenly very reluctant to leave, but Wang called again to urge him, his tone sullen: "Miss Taiyin, I have already turned into a fossil, please do me a favor, come back and open the door!"

It was already noon when Zhou Qingchun and the publisher left the hotel.

Regarding royalties and copyrights for the publication of new books, they have reached an agreement.I don't know if he was in a particularly good mood, but Zhou Qingchun felt that this negotiation was smoother than any other.

On the way back, she received a call from Zeng Xinyan.

Zeng Xinyan's voice sounded pleasant: "Qingchun, do you still remember my jeep?"

"Of course I remember." Zhou Qingchun replied happily.

"I sent it to be painted recently, and I just got back from driving it," Zeng Xinyan said.

"No wonder I haven't seen you for a long time." Zhou Qingchun waited for the next sentence.

"Do you have time tomorrow?"

Before Zhou Qingchun could answer, Zeng Xinyan suddenly said, "Wait."

The wind chimes on the door were jingling, and someone opened the door and entered Milestone. Zeng Xinyan saw that it was Wei Chenzhi.

Wei Chenzhi raised his hand and waved to her: "Xinyan, good afternoon!"

Zeng Xinyan covered the microphone and said to Zhou Qingchun in a low voice: "There is someone coming from the store, I will call you later."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Did Zeng Xinyan want to ask her out?For the first time, Zhou Qingchun had earnest and solid expectations.

This is Wei Chenzhi's fourth visit to Zeng Xinyan's shop.

He had a good eye for the mosaic mirror that Zeng Xinyan had just completed a few days ago.

"This mirror is so beautiful, how long did it take you to finish it?" Wei Chenzhi asked Zeng Xinyan, picking up the mirror and looking at it carefully.

"45 days."

"I want to buy it!" Wei Chenzhi said.

Zeng Xinyan was stunned.

"Shouldn't