if send you a book

After Liang Xinhe and Ning Xi were together for more than three years, they finally bought their favorite house.The owner had just bought the house and had not had time to decorate it. Because of the need for capital turnover due to business, they wanted to sell it quickly, so they bought it.

The large flat floor, location, environment, house type, lighting, and surrounding facilities of the four-bedroom apartment basically meet their requirements and suit their eyes.

Xinhe is very excited these days, discussing design details with Ning Xi over and over again.

"I know about the big bookshelf...I also want a big bookshelf, we share the cloakroom, um...it seems like we want the same things..." Xinhe laughed.

"That's it. You can decorate according to your preferences, and I will like it." Ning Xi stroked her hair.

"Hey, okay." Liang Xinhe rubbed her shoulder, smiling deeply.

For a while, Ning Xi was writing a new book, and when she finished the first stage, she suffered from tenosynovitis, so she could only rest temporarily.

During the day, after she had breakfast, she read the documents on the computer. After sliding the mouse for a while, she felt uncomfortable in her hand, so she pressed the print button of the document.

Type it out and have a look.

Sunlight crept into the living room from the outside, lingering on her bookshelves, and even time slowed down.

She wanted to go downstairs to bask in the sun, and when she went to change, she saw the pajamas Liang Xinhe had changed this morning.

She got up in a hurry in the morning, and she was going to be late with a bang.

Ning Xi stood up, her sleepy eyes were still a little dazed, and she smiled softly when she saw her busy changing clothes and putting on makeup.

She tidied up her clothes and put them in the washing machine. Listening to the sound of the washing machine spinning, she gradually lost her mind.

The yogurt that Xin He used to eat in the refrigerator was almost gone. Ning Xi clicked on the software and quickly placed an order, thinking that he would go for a walk and go to the supermarket to buy Xiangyinqingti, which is also Xin He's favorite.

An hour later, she came back with the fruit, and the printer had already printed out the contents. She finished drying the clothes and received a call from Yu Bei.

"Let me tell you, the book number of your essay collection has been approved," Yu Bei said with a smile, "The title of the essay has also been approved."

Ning Xi smiled: "This is really good news, did I ask you to explain the name of the article?"

"Yes, I don't quite understand why the anthology is called "He Miao Ji", but since it is requested by the author, let's listen to the author."

Ning Xi nodded: "Then I can rest assured."

"I really think that your writing style has broadened after you fell in love. I didn't expect you to write prose. The emotions in the article are so delicate. I thought you could only write reasoning in a 'delicate' way."

Ning Xi bit her lips slightly, and smiled: "It's just some daily mental activities."

"Hmm..." Yu Bei smiled on the shore, "The moist water vapor condenses, covering the glass windows, shining like a lover's thoughts, moistly embellishing the night..."

"Well, lover..."

Yu Bei continued to read: "There is also this one. I was typing in front of the computer, and when I looked up, I saw my partner's face on the sofa. There is no more secure moment than this..."

"Well, partner..."

"She told me today that she liked Yu Xiuhua's poems, and I also said I liked them, and we all liked the same poem by coincidence."

"And there's..."

Ning Xi coughed lightly: "Okay, okay, stop reading."

"Hahahaha ok ok, it will be printed soon."

"Well, I want to give her a present for the fourth anniversary."

"I know, it's better to print that sentence on the title page, handwritten by you, dedicated to my partner Barabara..."

Ning Xi stopped her in time: "...you don't need to read it out."

Yu Bei laughed loudly: "Understood, I will send you the sample booklet first."

"Ah."

After Ning Xi hung up the phone, she sent a WeChat message to Liang Xinhe.

"I'll pick you up after get off work, and we'll eat your favorite taro stew."

"You are allergic and can't eat this, let's eat something else."

"It was only a little allergic, but now it's basically fine." Ning Xi smiled. After being with Xin He, she also cooked a lot of taro dishes, and felt that she was immune.

"Haha, okay, let's discuss what to eat that night, why don't you take a nap first..."

"Yeah, see you later."

"See you later."

Zhou Yan came out after discussing business, drove the car and waited for the red light, looked at the street scene, and remembered where the familiarity came from after a while.

It is very close to where Liang Xinhe works.

Liang Xinhe is the girlfriend she has been with for the longest time, and she has never met anyone like her again.

Zhou Yan turned her head and drove to the downstairs of Liang Xinhe's company according to her memory. She parked the car behind a roadside signboard to cover it.

She was hesitating whether to go up and look for Liang Xinhe.

I have no other wishes, just want to see her.

She was hesitating when she suddenly saw Liang Xinhe.

She was wearing a white and green floral suspender dress, short grass-green knits, and her hair was tied behind her head, giving her a lazy and feminine style.

Next to her was a woman similar to her, wearing a light green floral dress, slightly curly long hair, wearing a pair of glasses, she looked very intellectual, and she was wearing flat shoes.

Liang Xinhe talked to her while walking, with a bright face and a bright smile.The woman smiled and nodded, looking at her with very... affectionate eyes.

It took her a while to learn the word.

After their figures disappeared from Zhou Yan's sight for a long time, she was still in a daze, and couldn't tell what she felt in her heart.

It's like seeing the beautiful life that once belonged to me fading away from myself, becoming someone else's daily life, and becoming a phantom in my own dream.

Zhou Yan sighed for a long time before driving away.

In the evening, after Liang Xinhe finished his overtime work, he approached the bedroom, and saw Ning Xi leaning against the bedside flipping through a small stack of typed drafts, circling them with a pen in his hand.

She asked casually, "A new book?"

Ning Xi hummed softly, still in a state of contemplation.

Liang Xinhe sat on the bed, looked at her and smiled slightly.

"...Will you pick me up tomorrow?"

"Well," Ning Xi looked at her from behind the glasses and nodded.

"But you took a taxi today," Liang Xinhe clicked his tongue, "I think that when we were just together, someone was very active and drove to pick me up, but now, alas, after being together for a long time, there is no Sincere..."

Ning Xi put down the typed draft and blinked: "My wrist is uncomfortable, so I didn't drive today, and I will drive tomorrow."

Liang Xinhe laughed out loud: "I'm just kidding, since you're uncomfortable, you still use a pen..."

"Well, let me have a look." Ning Xi took off his glasses and handed the manuscript to her, "See how it's written?"

"Okay, okay," Liang Xinhe approached, took it and leaned against the head of the bed, "I haven't read your novel for a long time!"

She looked at it very seriously, line by line, holding her breath, sat up straight involuntarily, tilted her head in thought, and then rubbed her white chin...

"Why does this person feel that something is wrong..."

Ning Xi looked at her, pinching her lips unconsciously with her fingers.

Liang Xinhe was fascinated by watching it, but suddenly, Ning Xi moved closer, raised her hand and lowered her manuscript, and kissed her.

"Hmm..." Liang Xinhe thought it was just a kiss, and didn't let go of the manuscript.But Ning Xi kissed more and more, her neck and collarbone felt itchy and crispy.

After a while, she was so kissed that she hummed, smiled/passed and said, "You...don't your hands feel uncomfortable? Do you still want... still want...to do..."

"Well..." Ning Xi gradually went down, her voice was vague: "My hands are not good enough, but I have other ways..."

"Didn't you let me, let me see your draft?"

"It's okay to see it another day..."

"Hey... um..."

Liang Xinhe bit her lip, and soon her face flushed red. Ning Xi lifted her leg up a bit to make it easier for her to move... Soon the skin was stained with her moist breath...

The stack of typescripts unknowingly fell on the carpet...

Liang Xinhe struggled to squeeze out a little rationality, that's right, anyway, the great writer is hers, and she can read books whenever she wants, and there is no need to rush for a while...

postscript.

Half a month later, Liang Xinhe received a courier at the company.

She opened it, and first saw a postcard with very familiar handwriting. She let out a clear laugh, and sent things to her company every day when she met.

The mind of a great writer is really unpredictable.

She pursed her lips and smiled, turned the postcard over, and what came into view was a poem—"If I send you a book"

She blinked, and the pear dimple became more and more sweet.

"If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry..."

This was one day when they talked about Yu Xiuhua, they said their favorite poem was——

"I love you".

She read it softly.

In addition to postcards, there is also a book.

Let me see what books you sent me, Liang Xinhe thought while laughing, it would be funny if you sent me a book about botany.

She carefully opened the cover of the book, the light green cover is very simple and elegant, and there are three characters woven from light yellow wheat ears - "He Miao Ji".

Liang Xinhe covered her lips, opened it with trembling fingertips, and printed on the title page:

"I would like to dedicate this document to my partner, He, thank fate for allowing us to meet, I love you."

The author has something to say:

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Thanks to the little cuties who accompanied us all the way.See you next time.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!