Chapter 45 Double Shadow

"Why hasn't the author updated it? The flowers I've been waiting for are all gone..."

"You have to update three times a day, and I'll give you all the red tickets!"

"Why did you break the update? Hurry up!"

"..."

The plain eyes turned gently, quietly browsing the full reader's messages on the screen over and over again. The index finger gently rolled the scroll wheel, and the eyes were always calm. Finally, the mouse tapped at the red fork in the upper right corner, isolated, all.

With a prostrator, he lay on his back, lying in a wide **, falling into a soft encirclement, and closing her eyes tightly with Joan. I don't know what she was thinking. It's just that the nose moved gently, as if it were asleep.

However, only the closed-sighted person knows how messy his brain is at this time.

Half a month, a full half a month, she didn't update another one, and she broke the update.

I can't write it out. I don't know how to continue. She even thought it would be better to give up.

The idea flashed, and she frowned slightly, which seemed to be more and more irritable. She grabbed the square pillow and covered her head, trying to isolate it.

Her head was stuffed by the pillow. When she closed her eyes, she felt that her eyes were even darker at this time. In her mind, the blue eyes full of sadness and tenderness flashed. In her ear, there seemed to be a low and hoarse whisper like Hu Qinla.

"Come back, Joan..."

Wandering around her ears over and over again, and it can't be scattered.

"Ah---"

She was suffocated and Joan's irritable long scream, and she shook off the pillow that suffocated her and sat up with her feet.

"What the hell is this."

I'm stunned by the novel. It's too much of a play. She scratched her head impatiently, and the black hair up to her waist was looked bad by her master. She didn't care, but secretly sulked.

Yes, she is very unhappy now, but she doesn't know where the source comes from. She just feels that her heart is blocked and can't disperse. She walks back and forth in the room alone.

"The phone is coming, the phone is coming..." The mobile phone is calling Zhenghuan in **.

He and Joan grabbed the mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, so they said "Hey" feebly.

Unlike her listlessness, the person on the other end of the phone seems to be very excited, "Honey, in such a beautiful spring weather, let's go out for a walk!" You tell you..."

She rubbed her painful forehead with Qiong, and she could already think of how the best friend at that end was so full of eyebrows.

There is a wild dog-like best friend who only knows how to run outside all day long, and Joan has a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration. Why was she blind at the beginning...

After talking for about ten minutes, Joan and only cooperated with a few words "Well", and finally concluded, "Okay, give me ten minutes to meet in the old place."

Putting down the phone, she took a deep breath. Maybe it was time for her to go out for a walk.

......

When Jin Xiaoqiu looked at the person in a large linen skirt appearing in her sight, she couldn't help blowing a loud whistle.

"Oc's right, I finally know that I'm a woman."

Jin Xiaoqiu's tone was joking, but his eyes were appreciated.

"Ye-huh, I want to try the feeling of wearing a skirt." She nodded with a smile and suddenly blinked cunningly, "I may still be able to find the first spring."

Sure enough, everything is gathered together... If Jin Xiaoqiu is corrupt, isn't she evil?

"Haha, good job." Jin Xiaoqiu laughed and patted Joan on the shoulder, "Let's go for spring."

She was already immune to her shocking remarks, and Joan did not answer, but practiced it with actions.

"I said, how's your writing?"

"Oh, it's difficult to give birth."

She had a faint expression and struggled with the ice cream in her hand.

"Yeah? Is it difficult to give birth again?" She turned her head and looked at someone who was licking ice cream unexpectedly.

Raise one eyebrow, "Are you really right?"

Someone only cares about eating and eating in his hands, and he keeps under his feet. When he hears the words, he just takes time to say "en" faintly.

"It seems that it's really right to ask you to come out today. There is no bullshit inspiration in the room all the time. It's so good. If you go out and disperse, maybe you will feel it."

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Jin Xiaoqiu didn't care, but she was still talking to herself, "I said that you are also immoral enough. A few days ago, I was so hotly soliciting readers to talk about the naming conference of the cold son. Why didn't you announce the child's name after the child's mother wore it back? Is it possible that there is really an anonymous man?"

As a best friend and friend of Joan for many years, she is naturally very concerned about such a small thing as writing a book. Although she always dislikes the appearance of being a blow, this pursuit is really no worse than that of other readers.

In addition to the author of the novel herself, Jin Xiaoqiu is another senior follower who participated in the whole process.

This is touching to Joan. Of course, she won't say it.

She stopped, and the ice cream in her hand had been wiped out. She turned her head and looked at her doubtful friend, with a trace of solemnity in her eyes, "Why don't you call him dumplings?"

Speaking of which, Xi Xinmiao doesn't like dumplings, does she? I can only say that it's just a coincidence...

"..."

After the wind passed, the skirt was raised, and the ink butterfly printed on the skirt seemed to fly as if it were alive.

"Are you serious?"

"What do you think?" Looking at Jin Xiaoqiu, who could no longer be described as a twitch at the corners of his mouth, He Qiong finally couldn't help but break his skills and laughed, "Well, such a meaningful name should be reserved for your future son!"

With that, people have run away from a safe distance and are in a good mood.

"Wow, how dare you make a deal of my mother and see that I don't take off your clothes on the street."

I trot to catch up, play and play, and I don't notice the passage of time...

Unconsciously, the two of them have been walking on an ancient street at this time, with willow trees arranged on both sides, separated by the leaves, and the sun sprinkled with sparse light and shadow. Looking all the way, they were a little intoxicated.

Both of them are tacit and enjoy this quiet beauty.

Close your eyes and look up, breathe this side of freshness, slightly hook the corners of your lips, and the boredom in my heart dissipates a lot.

When she opened her eyes, the fine light spots were cast into her eyes, which were gentle and soft. The white clouds in the blue sky floated into various shapes. Looking at a cloud like a child's smile in the sky, there was a trace of tenderness between her eyebrows, and her heart became inexplicably soft.

Child, why don't you have a name?

The breeze gently brushed in her ear, gently like a lover stroking her face. It seemed that she heard the murmur and whispered gently, which could not provoke the ripples.

Lightly, softly...

Looking at the peaceful face of his friend beside him, Jin Xiaoqiu was also infected, and his eyes were a little reluctant to move away. There was also an inexplicable astringency in her heart. How could she feel that she was a little far away and untouchable at this time?

Thinking of her inexplicable emotions at this moment, she burst out laughing and shaking her head. How could she feel that the woman in front of her is not like a person of this era?

"What are you laughing at?"

He Qiong had already noticed the strangeness of the people around her, and she looked back and asked when she laughed.

"Ah, I suddenly found that my sister was quite ladylike. Later, I found that I was blind and laughed at myself!"

When he was about to answer, the figure glimpsed at the top of his eyes made He Qiong turn his head in surprise, but his body was shocked fiercely.

She has a long posture, a dark white robe, and holds a purple jade flute in her hand. What shocked her is not these, but the waterfall-like one!

The silver hair of the moon, the silver hair that is no different from the dream, has become the deepest magic in her heart, so that it blurs the completely different face.

"Hey, hey, look, cosplay, wow, that silver-haired boy is so handsome that he can't hold it."

Jin Xiaoqiu didn't feel her abnormality. She pulled the arms of the people around her and shook them vigorously to make the stunned woman suddenly, and her eyes were almost invisible to hide a trace of loneliness.

Looking at it again, I suddenly felt that the silver hair had just made her palpitated. But in my mind, there is an irresirable scene of dreaming a few nights before.

She looked at the man's green silk from the top of her head until the frost was dyed, as if she hoped to be slowly extinguished. The shock and regret at that time... She was shocked and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Looking at the side of cosplay, the silver-haired boy changed different postures. The person in front of him kept pressing the shutter with the camera and "clicking".

Seeing this scene, He Qiong suddenly became impatient and disgusted, and then the silver hair became annoying in her eyes.

Just as Jin Xiaoqiu was still immersed in appreciation like a nymphomaniac, the people around him were caught off guard.

Everyone didn't know why, especially the tall boy in ancient costume. He stared at the girl who suddenly appeared in front of him with a short head opposite him. He stared at her inexplicably, and the doubt on his face was more obvious.

Before she realized what was going on, as soon as He Qiong raised her hand, the silver hair up to her waist was pulled off by her hand and thrown it to the ground. Under the more surprised eyes of everyone, she gently raised her feet, stepped on it, and crushed it silently.

"You don't deserve it."

It was not until they saw the arrogant figure gradually fade away that everyone reacted to it.

Jin Xiaoqiu immediately rushed to the ancient costume man who was stubborn and wanted to argue. He smiled flatteringly and laughed, "I'm sorry, everyone. My sister has just been dumped and is depressed. It's not good to see anyone. No wonder!"

With that, he grabbed the miserable wig on the ground and patted it quickly, threw it into the man's arms, and ran away, leaving only the flying dust...

Seeing that it was safe, Jin Xiaoqiu dared to stop and said with admiration to someone who was still constipated with a face, "Fur, I wrote the word "I'm not happy when I see it. Who do you bite when you see someone in your menopause?

"I don't think he is happy."

"Well, you don't look at him, you don't feel happy when you see the wig! People who have never met you have made you angry just because you wear a wig? By the way, that man is not very handsome in a wig. I absolutely support him if you don't show his face, but if you don't explain it to me clearly, don't blame me for standing on the side of the handsome man.

"He doesn't deserve it."

For her three words, Jin Xiaoqiu stood still, looking at the back of herself walking in front of her. Behind her was a shadow cast behind her, chewing the three words she said for the second time today, and her eyes were complicated...

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Tubes, May Day, happi. Pass a chapter, and the worms went to make up for their homework. I almost forgot. Did you find the child's name? Haha...