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    Gu Chun is a girl who has no worries as long as she eats well and sleeps well. After eating lunch, she slept for about an hour. When she woke up, she felt that her previous worries were unfounded.

    As the saying goes, if you are free now, you will be free now, and you will be worried tomorrow.  If by chance there is no unlucky tall man there when the sky falls, then the worst case scenario is just use the sky as a blanket.

    Seeing that it was still early, Li Chongyan did not send anyone to look for her, so she hummed a little tune in a low voice and slowly went down to the attic to make tea.

    After a while, she Shi Shiran took the tea tray and went up to the attic again. Then she slowly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sat down at the table under the window, and while grinding the ink, she looked through her past few days.  New manuscript written.

    The leisure time in the mountains in the afternoon is infiltrated by the fragrance of tea, giving it an elegant and calm taste. The clear spring light leaks in from the half-closed window, as tender as gold and as soft as silk.

    As an author of Pujiehua scripts, Gu Chun writes each new manuscript with the grand vision of "this time he must write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation."

    Although nearly a year has passed, she still has not been able to escape the fate of being on the street, but this does not stop her from striving to make progress.

    The manuscript, which had been polished several times, now that I looked at it carefully, I felt that it was not very good.

    Recalling that the manuscript appraiser at Qinglian Bookstore said her book was "not fragrant enough", Gu Chun half-squinted her beautiful eyes and held her chin with one hand, holding a small tea cup in her mouth and swaying it up and down, thinking hard about how to make it fragrant.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The clothes are faded and half shy, like hibiscus, timid in autumn; heavily wet and rouge-like, peach blossoms crossing the head, red leaves in the ditch?  Hey hey hey

    ????????????????????????? How about turn your pillow to one side frequently, bending your waist slightly?  Hey hey hey

    After giggling for a while, Gu Chun put down the tea cup and shook his head, sighing and curling his lips.

    Actually, to put it bluntly, it¡¯s just a matter between a man and a woman. Who hasn¡¯t seen a pig running away?  Since she changed her career to become a storybook author, she has been considered diligent, and she can shamelessly claim that she has "read more than 10,000 volumes".

    She has studied palace style poems, fire avoidance pictures, and even some books that should be read or not read, with the intention of learninghow come when it is time for her to write, she can only write "persistence"  "Hand, get on the couch, blow out the lamp" is gone?  !

    It¡¯s really outrageous. It¡¯s outrageous.

    Puzzled, Gu Chun lowered his eyes, stared at his manuscript and frowned for a long time, then spread out a new page of paper and dipped his pen in ink.

    Unexpectedly, just after writing about ten words, a burst of birdsong suddenly sounded outside.

    She paused for a moment and accidentally dropped an ink dot on the paper.

    He rolled his eyes and snorted disdainfully, raised his arm to put a pen on the edge of the inkstone, and continued writing.

    The chirping of birds outside the window that disturbed her mind seemed to have started a conversation, alternating between long and short, coming and going, and she couldn't stop at all.

    Gu Chun put down his pen impatiently, leaned against the back of the chair with a pout, and couldn't help but stretch his legs to kick the table legs twice.

    The chirping of birds continued to come and go.

    Hey!  We still chatted, right?  !

    Slightly annoyed, Gu Chun suddenly stood up, bowed and pushed open the half-closed window, slightly stuck his head out, his sweet voice cut through the clear sky like a sugar knife¡ª¡ª

    "You want to die, don't you? My family's 'three-step fall' is special! Don't! It's clever! If you can take one more step, it's my Ye family's deception!"

    Her roar had an immediate effect, and all she could hear was the faint chirping of insects.

    ¡°Hmph, you are a cowardless gangster.

    Gu Chun curled his lips in satisfaction and was about to step back when he lowered his eyes and saw Sui Jun walking towards this end with an anxious face.

    "Brother Jun, good afternoon." She smiled slowly and waved to him.

    Seeing Sui Jun looking up from a distance, Gu Chun retracted and closed the window without waiting for his response. He put away the manuscripts on the table and put them in the drawer, then turned and went down to the attic.

    By the time she stepped out of her home, Sui Jun had already walked up to her: "I'm going to disturb the girl's lunch break"

    "It's almost midnight. How can anyone take such a long lunch break?" Gu Chun smiled without feeling dissatisfied, turned around and closed the door.

    She told Li Chongyan in the morning that if she still wanted to go out to find the way in the afternoon, just send someone to look for her.  Although she was writing a manuscript before, she was actually just waiting for Li Chongyan to send someone to call her, so Sui Jun's apology made her feel a bit abrupt.

    "His Highness has promised not to disturb the girl's rest today," Sui Jun said anxiously, "It's just that His Highness is missing!"

    Gu Chun was dumbfounded: "Gonewhat do you mean?"

    "After noon, His Highness said he wanted to go out for a walk alone. I?Don¡¯t act rashly when closing the momentum.

    Si Fenglin, who originally had his back turned to where Gu Chun came from, had already succeeded, so he kicked the geese array away, then turned around and bared his big white teeth.

    "This Si Fenglin's face is simple and dark, and he has a deceptive peasant face. Only those twinkling tiger eyes can prove that this man has a beautiful world in his heart.

    After seeing the beans in Gu Chun¡¯s hand, Si Fenglin suddenly lost his smile, raised his finger and pointed at Gu Chun and yelled: ¡°Let go of my son!¡±

    The hand holding the life gate on Li Chongyan's wrist did not relax at all.

    Gu Chun was not frightened by his thunderous roar, with a light and gentle smile on his face, "Then let me go"

    She paused briefly, as if she was considering her words.

    ¡°¡­let go of my people.¡±

    The end of the words fell to the ground softly, but it caused a silent storm in the audience.

    For a moment, Si Fenglin¡¯s tiger eyes were as wide as Tongling, and Li Chongyan¡¯s handsome face was as red as the sunset.

    Even Douzi beside her couldn't help but look up at her in surprise.

    But Gu Chun just smiled nonchalantly, raised his chin at Si Fenglin, and pointed at the beans beside him.

    Amidst this silent gaze, a burst of bird chirping broke the deadlock in the alley.

    "Your people?" Si Fenglin regained his concentration, glanced at Li Chongyan, and curled his lips to Gu Chun, "But those birds said"

    Gu Chun simply sneered and hugged Douzi¡ª¡ª

    "Si Fenglin, are those birds your friends, or am I your friend?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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