Chapter 55
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Ling Han's fingers were slightly red, probably pressed by the book, and he held a collection of blue hard faced essays, Tagore's Stray Birds.
Ye Huanyan realized that it was this book that had just saved the back of his head.
"Compared with sexology analysis, which is more practical than theory, it is more appropriate for women to read poetry and improve their self-cultivation."
A Stray Birds was patted on her chest without pity. She couldn't help coughing, holding the book in one hand, sniffing and secretly wiping her neck against Ling Han's back.
When Ling Han turned and walked away, he heard this cough and was slightly stunned. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of her grinning face at her back, with a strange look in her eyes. He went straight to the tea table and sat down with the porridge bowl.
Holding two books in her hand, ye Huanyan turned and looked at the bookshelf for a long time. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she got it. The natural science was analyzed and scratched her forehead. "Then, where's this book?"
"You can take it back together." A careless voice came from the sofa.
Ye Huanyan's mouth twitched, "no need, anyway, I, I don't understand."
"It's all right. You can come to me if you can't understand it. I'll teach you."
"Cough..."
Ye Huanyan felt that something had entered his throat and choked badly for a time.
"I'm talking about teaching you English."
Ling Han turned around and glanced at her faintly.
She was swept to the ground by this glance, with a burning face. She didn't dare to refute anything anymore, and ran away with two books in her arms.
Her back, which ran away, was a little embarrassed, and fell in Ling Han's eyes, with a trace of warmth.
The slender fingers clasped the edge of the cold and somewhat thorough black rice porridge bowl, and the spoon was sent to the mouth to taste it. It tasted good, and the black rice porridge was cooler and tasted better.
Ye Huanyan ran back to her room on the first floor with two books in her arms. Without Gu Lingling's asking eyes, she closed the door directly. The whole person collapsed at the door and gasped, flushed and out of breath like running a marathon.
The two books in her hand were extremely hot. She looked down and saw that the posture of a man and a woman in the natural science analysis was too explicit. After only one look, she immediately closed her eyes and threw the two books together on the sofa in the room.
What books do you borrow if you have nothing to do?
Also, what does Ling Han usually watch? No wonder... No wonder in bed
The sense of the picture hit, her face burned again, stamped her feet and plunged into the bathroom.
The next morning, ye Huanyan got up early as usual, ready to catch the bus before Ling Han got up. As soon as he changed his clothes and opened the door, he saw Ling Han sitting on the table eating.
Lingling was busy putting the baked bread on the table. Seeing ye Huanyan coming out, she smiled and said, "Miss Ye is up? Breakfast has just been made, and it's still early now. Let's go after breakfast."
"Yes... It's quite early..."
Ye Huanyan approached the table with a stunned face.
Getting up early, she has no reason not to eat breakfast at home, but Ling Han, who needs to go to work at ten o'clock every day, will only get up at seven o'clock today. Why did she get up? And dressed neatly.
She hesitated to sit down at the table and took a bite of the bread brought by Lingling. "Well, what's the matter with you today? So early?"
Hearing the speech, Ling Han raised his eyes and looked at her, "the company will choose the artist's holiday address at the end of the year these two days, plus the completion and summary of each artist's annual work before the end of the year... Do you need me to say more?"
"No." Ye Huanyan swallowed the bag and took a sip of the milk at hand. At the same time, there was a trace of inexplicable loss.
After drinking the milk, Ling Han slowly wiped his mouth, got up and went to the sofa to take his coat. Seeing ye Huanyan's delay in getting up, he frowned, "won't you go?"
Ye Huanyan stuffed a tomato into his mouth and raised his wrist. "It's still early. I'll take the eight o'clock train."
Ling Han's face suddenly sank,
Ye Huanyan realized that something was wrong and added, "the company didn't notice that it would go to work in advance."
"As a secretary, your boss has prepared to work in the company in advance. Do you have so much leisure to linger here?"
Ling Han's words made ye Huanyan tremble all over. What evil wind was blowing this morning?
I thought he left in advance. It's hard for me to go to work in such a hurry.
In the black business car, the silence was outrageous. Except for the sound of the wind blowing through the car glass, ye Huanyan could hardly hear any sound. His mind was dizzy and he couldn't lift his spirits at all.
"Did you read the book you borrowed last night?"
Suddenly, Linghan's voice sounded.
She suddenly aroused a spirit, woke up from the faint, and answered vaguely, "which book did you ask?"
"What do you say?" Ling Han's eyes showed a trace of banter.
Ye Huanyan suddenly realized what kind of mistake he had made. It was simply a continuation of last night's stupidity. He swallowed his saliva, "read a few pages,"
"How does it feel?"
"Feeling?" She was a little stunned. "I don't read much of Tagore's poems, but there is a sentence I still like."
"Which sentence?"
Ye Huanyan was stunned again. She thought Ling Han was just on a whim and asked casually. She didn't think about discussing any poems with him in the car, so she had to answer carefully,
"If you shed tears for losing the stars, you will also lose the sun."
She studied very badly since childhood, not to mention having any literary and artistic cells. She was still interested in short things such as poetry. At the beginning, she was admitted to the school of media because of her well written articles. During the interview, she opened her mouth and talked about everything, fooling a group of teachers, and then she entered the school of media.
Originally, she was a person who couldn't even pass the college entrance examination. If it hadn't been for the third year of senior high school, Ling Han threw a stack of admission guides of the art college in front of her, I'm afraid she wouldn't even think about taking the art examination.
From childhood to childhood, she has always followed the life path planned by Jiang Meilan, and has never had any special ideas about her future.
"The meaning of this poem is to say that when you lose something, don't pay all your attention to it, because the overturned milk has been overturned, and there is no way to feel pity in your heart. It's better to think about what HIA has at present, so as not to lose everything else you have without paying attention to it. This poem is still very good and relatively positive..."
Ye Huanyan's voice seemed very calm and gentle in the carriage. It also explained this poem very plainly and clearly. A layer of light confusion floated on Ling Han's face, but it didn't fall into her eyes.
The past cannot be kept, and the dead cannot be traced. That's what I mean.
"This poem is not very reasonable." Ling Han suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted her explanation, with a gloomy face.
Ye Huanyan looked at him in amazement,
"How did you feel when Jiang Meilan died?"
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Ling Han's fingers were slightly red, probably pressed by the book, and he held a collection of blue hard faced essays, Tagore's Stray Birds.
Ye Huanyan realized that it was this book that had just saved the back of his head.
"Compared with sexology analysis, which is more practical than theory, it is more appropriate for women to read poetry and improve their self-cultivation."
A Stray Birds was patted on her chest without pity. She couldn't help coughing, holding the book in one hand, sniffing and secretly wiping her neck against Ling Han's back.
When Ling Han turned and walked away, he heard this cough and was slightly stunned. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of her grinning face at her back, with a strange look in her eyes. He went straight to the tea table and sat down with the porridge bowl.
Holding two books in her hand, ye Huanyan turned and looked at the bookshelf for a long time. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she got it. The natural science was analyzed and scratched her forehead. "Then, where's this book?"
"You can take it back together." A careless voice came from the sofa.
Ye Huanyan's mouth twitched, "no need, anyway, I, I don't understand."
"It's all right. You can come to me if you can't understand it. I'll teach you."
"Cough..."
Ye Huanyan felt that something had entered his throat and choked badly for a time.
"I'm talking about teaching you English."
Ling Han turned around and glanced at her faintly.
She was swept to the ground by this glance, with a burning face. She didn't dare to refute anything anymore, and ran away with two books in her arms.
Her back, which ran away, was a little embarrassed, and fell in Ling Han's eyes, with a trace of warmth.
The slender fingers clasped the edge of the cold and somewhat thorough black rice porridge bowl, and the spoon was sent to the mouth to taste it. It tasted good, and the black rice porridge was cooler and tasted better.
Ye Huanyan ran back to her room on the first floor with two books in her arms. Without Gu Lingling's asking eyes, she closed the door directly. The whole person collapsed at the door and gasped, flushed and out of breath like running a marathon.
The two books in her hand were extremely hot. She looked down and saw that the posture of a man and a woman in the natural science analysis was too explicit. After only one look, she immediately closed her eyes and threw the two books together on the sofa in the room.
What books do you borrow if you have nothing to do?
Also, what does Ling Han usually watch? No wonder... No wonder in bed
The sense of the picture hit, her face burned again, stamped her feet and plunged into the bathroom.
The next morning, ye Huanyan got up early as usual, ready to catch the bus before Ling Han got up. As soon as he changed his clothes and opened the door, he saw Ling Han sitting on the table eating.
Lingling was busy putting the baked bread on the table. Seeing ye Huanyan coming out, she smiled and said, "Miss Ye is up? Breakfast has just been made, and it's still early now. Let's go after breakfast."
"Yes... It's quite early..."
Ye Huanyan approached the table with a stunned face.
Getting up early, she has no reason not to eat breakfast at home, but Ling Han, who needs to go to work at ten o'clock every day, will only get up at seven o'clock today. Why did she get up? And dressed neatly.
She hesitated to sit down at the table and took a bite of the bread brought by Lingling. "Well, what's the matter with you today? So early?"
Hearing the speech, Ling Han raised his eyes and looked at her, "the company will choose the artist's holiday address at the end of the year these two days, plus the completion and summary of each artist's annual work before the end of the year... Do you need me to say more?"
"No." Ye Huanyan swallowed the bag and took a sip of the milk at hand. At the same time, there was a trace of inexplicable loss.
After drinking the milk, Ling Han slowly wiped his mouth, got up and went to the sofa to take his coat. Seeing ye Huanyan's delay in getting up, he frowned, "won't you go?"
Ye Huanyan stuffed a tomato into his mouth and raised his wrist. "It's still early. I'll take the eight o'clock train."
Ling Han's face suddenly sank,
Ye Huanyan realized that something was wrong and added, "the company didn't notice that it would go to work in advance."
"As a secretary, your boss has prepared to work in the company in advance. Do you have so much leisure to linger here?"
Ling Han's words made ye Huanyan tremble all over. What evil wind was blowing this morning?
I thought he left in advance. It's hard for me to go to work in such a hurry.
In the black business car, the silence was outrageous. Except for the sound of the wind blowing through the car glass, ye Huanyan could hardly hear any sound. His mind was dizzy and he couldn't lift his spirits at all.
"Did you read the book you borrowed last night?"
Suddenly, Linghan's voice sounded.
She suddenly aroused a spirit, woke up from the faint, and answered vaguely, "which book did you ask?"
"What do you say?" Ling Han's eyes showed a trace of banter.
Ye Huanyan suddenly realized what kind of mistake he had made. It was simply a continuation of last night's stupidity. He swallowed his saliva, "read a few pages,"
"How does it feel?"
"Feeling?" She was a little stunned. "I don't read much of Tagore's poems, but there is a sentence I still like."
"Which sentence?"
Ye Huanyan was stunned again. She thought Ling Han was just on a whim and asked casually. She didn't think about discussing any poems with him in the car, so she had to answer carefully,
"If you shed tears for losing the stars, you will also lose the sun."
She studied very badly since childhood, not to mention having any literary and artistic cells. She was still interested in short things such as poetry. At the beginning, she was admitted to the school of media because of her well written articles. During the interview, she opened her mouth and talked about everything, fooling a group of teachers, and then she entered the school of media.
Originally, she was a person who couldn't even pass the college entrance examination. If it hadn't been for the third year of senior high school, Ling Han threw a stack of admission guides of the art college in front of her, I'm afraid she wouldn't even think about taking the art examination.
From childhood to childhood, she has always followed the life path planned by Jiang Meilan, and has never had any special ideas about her future.
"The meaning of this poem is to say that when you lose something, don't pay all your attention to it, because the overturned milk has been overturned, and there is no way to feel pity in your heart. It's better to think about what HIA has at present, so as not to lose everything else you have without paying attention to it. This poem is still very good and relatively positive..."
Ye Huanyan's voice seemed very calm and gentle in the carriage. It also explained this poem very plainly and clearly. A layer of light confusion floated on Ling Han's face, but it didn't fall into her eyes.
The past cannot be kept, and the dead cannot be traced. That's what I mean.
"This poem is not very reasonable." Ling Han suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted her explanation, with a gloomy face.
Ye Huanyan looked at him in amazement,
"How did you feel when Jiang Meilan died?"
Ling Han's fingers were slightly red, probably pressed by the book, and he held a collection of blue hard faced essays, Tagore's Stray Birds.Ye Huanyan realized that it was this book that had just saved the back of his head."Compared with sexology analysis, which is more practical than theory, it is more appropriate for women to read poetry and improve their self-cultivation."A Stray Birds was patted on her chest without pity. She couldn't help coughing, holding the book in one hand, sniffing and secretly wiping her neck against Ling Han's back.When Ling Han turned and walked away, he heard this cough and was slightly stunned. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of her grinning face at her back, with a strange look in her eyes. He went straight to the tea table and sat down with the porridge bowl.Holding two books in her hand, ye Huanyan turned and looked at the bookshelf for a long time. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she got it. The natural science was analyzed and scratched her forehead. "Then, where's this book?""You can take it back together." A careless voice came from the sofa.Ye Huanyan's mouth twitched, "no need, anyway, I, I don't understand.""It's all right. You can come to me if you can't understand it. I'll teach you.""Cough..."Ye Huanyan felt that something had entered his throat and choked badly for a time."I'm talking about teaching you English."Ling Han turned around and glanced at her faintly.She was swept to the ground by this glance, with a burning face. She didn't dare to refute anything anymore, and ran away with two books in her arms.Her back, which ran away, was a little embarrassed, and fell in Ling Han's eyes, with a trace of warmth.The slender fingers clasped the edge of the cold and somewhat thorough black rice porridge bowl, and the spoon was sent to the mouth to taste it. It tasted good, and the black rice porridge was cooler and tasted better.Ye Huanyan ran back to her room on the first floor with two books in her arms. Without Gu Lingling's asking eyes, she closed the door directly. The whole person collapsed at the door and gasped, flushed and out of breath like running a marathon.The two books in her hand were extremely hot. She looked down and saw that the posture of a man and a woman in the natural science analysis was too explicit. After only one look, she immediately closed her eyes and threw the two books together on the sofa in the room.What books do you borrow if you have nothing to do?Also, what does Ling Han usually watch? No wonder... No wonder in bedThe sense of the picture hit, her face burned again, stamped her feet and plunged into the bathroom.The next morning, ye Huanyan got up early as usual, ready to catch the bus before Ling Han got up. As soon as he changed his clothes and opened the door, he saw Ling Han sitting on the table eating.Lingling was busy putting the baked bread on the table. Seeing ye Huanyan coming out, she smiled and said, "Miss Ye is up? Breakfast has just been made, and it's still early now. Let's go after breakfast.""Yes... It's quite early..."Ye Huanyan approached the table with a stunned face.Getting up early, she has no reason not to eat breakfast at home, but Ling Han, who needs to go to work at ten o'clock every day, will only get up at seven o'clock today. Why did she get up? And dressed neatly.She hesitated to sit down at the table and took a bite of the bread brought by Lingling. "Well, what's the matter with you today? So early?"Hearing the speech, Ling Han raised his eyes and looked at her, "the company will choose the artist's holiday address at the end of the year these two days, plus the completion and summary of each artist's annual work before the end of the year... Do you need me to say more?""No." Ye Huanyan swallowed the bag and took a sip of the milk at hand. At the same time, there was a trace of inexplicable loss.After drinking the milk, Ling Han slowly wiped his mouth, got up and went to the sofa to take his coat. Seeing ye Huanyan's delay in getting up, he frowned, "won't you go?"Ye Huanyan stuffed a tomato into his mouth and raised his wrist. "It's still early. I'll take the eight o'clock train."Ling Han's face suddenly sank,Ye Huanyan realized that something was wrong and added, "the company didn't notice that it would go to work in advance.""As a secretary, your boss has prepared to work in the company in advance. Do you have so much leisure to linger here?"Ling Han's words made ye Huanyan tremble all over. What evil wind was blowing this morning?I thought he left in advance. It's hard for me to go to work in such a hurry.In the black business car, the silence was outrageous. Except for the sound of the wind blowing through the car glass, ye Huanyan could hardly hear any sound. His mind was dizzy and he couldn't lift his spirits at all."Did you read the book you borrowed last night?"Suddenly, Linghan's voice sounded.She suddenly aroused a spirit, woke up from the faint, and answered vaguely, "which book did you ask?""What do you say?" Ling Han's eyes showed a trace of banter.Ye Huanyan suddenly realized what kind of mistake he had made. It was simply a continuation of last night's stupidity. He swallowed his saliva, "read a few pages,""How does it feel?""Feeling?" She was a little stunned. "I don't read much of Tagore's poems, but there is a sentence I still like.""Which sentence?"Ye Huanyan was stunned again. She thought Ling Han was just on a whim and asked casually. She didn't think about discussing any poems with him in the car, so she had to answer carefully,"If you shed tears for losing the stars, you will also lose the sun."She studied very badly since childhood, not to mention having any literary and artistic cells. She was still interested in short things such as poetry. At the beginning, she was admitted to the school of media because of her well written articles. During the interview, she opened her mouth and talked about everything, fooling a group of teachers, and then she entered the school of media.Originally, she was a person who couldn't even pass the college entrance examination. If it hadn't been for the third year of senior high school, Ling Han threw a stack of admission guides of the art college in front of her, I'm afraid she wouldn't even think about taking the art examination.From childhood to childhood, she has always followed the life path planned by Jiang Meilan, and has never had any special ideas about her future."The meaning of this poem is to say that when you lose something, don't pay all your attention to it, because the overturned milk has been overturned, and there is no way to feel pity in your heart. It's better to think about what HIA has at present, so as not to lose everything else you have without paying attention to it. This poem is still very good and relatively positive..."Ye Huanyan's voice seemed very calm and gentle in the carriage. It also explained this poem very plainly and clearly. A layer of light confusion floated on Ling Han's face, but it didn't fall into her eyes.The past cannot be kept, and the dead cannot be traced. That's what I mean."This poem is not very reasonable." Ling Han suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted her explanation, with a gloomy face.Ye Huanyan looked at him in amazement,"How did you feel when Jiang Meilan died?"
