Chapter 16

Although Zhao youyue knows that her sense of existence is really weak, what did she hear this guy say "Zhao youyue? "It doesn't exist", she couldn't help adding that Han Leng is afraid of losing his intelligence.

Zhao youyue took a deep breath and said calmly, "well, if you don't know me, you don't know me. Now let's get to know me again. My name is Zhao youyue and I'm also a member of this class. Han Leng, do you remember? "

Han Leng narrowed his eyes slightly. The short haired girl's side face was just bathed in the light of the sunset. It was so beautiful, and her voice was so calm. It looked unusually flat, and the voice line was very gentle.

This guy's temper is still so good... Han Leng also smelled a faint fragrance from the girl around him, light and distant, still in his memory.

Han Leng obviously didn't really remember Zhao youyue. He just said that on purpose. In fact, he couldn't understand why a girl as beautiful and good tempered as Zhao youyue would have no sense of existence.

Maybe she has a bad temper and willfulness, so she has a sense of existence?

"Sorry, I never remember the names of ordinary people, because it is meaningless. Ordinary people have no pursuit at all. When they grow up, they will only live an ordinary life without their own personality. There is no big difference between living a lifetime and not living. The significance of life should lie in wandering around in exile and looking for different highlights." Han Leng yawned again and said somewhat ungratefully.

"That's just a cover up. I didn't find a place to stop. I said that the meaning of life lies in wandering and exile." Zhao youyue still commented blandly. It seems that nothing can make her angry.

When Han Leng heard Zhao youyue's response, he looked at her in surprise and vaguely felt that the girl was not simple.

Then, I heard Zhao youyue say, "even if I can't remember my name, I'm used to it anyway. I'll ask you if you can help me write a review book for 3000 words and review the matter of reading in the morning and playing with my mobile phone."

Han Leng's face was so cold that Zhao youyue seemed to insult him. Is he the kind of person who helps others write review books? He did write love letters, but it's a romantic thing. It can show his literary talent. It's even better if he can harvest some fans through love letters. He wants to read all the books in the world and sleep all over his sweetheart.

So Han Leng resolutely refused: "even if I die and jump out of the window, I won't help people write a review book. That's a waste of my life."

Seeing Han Leng's firm refusal, Zhao youyue felt cool. Sure enough, did she still have to do it herself?

However, she said tentatively, "three hundred yuan, I'll give you three hundred yuan to help me write..."

Han Leng's original high and cold attitude suddenly changed. He said more happily: "write! When do you want it? "

When he saw Zhao youyue's ignorance, he coughed, turned his head away, and his momentum weakened slightly. He explained: "I can certainly become a great writer with a thousand words in the future, but now it's almost hot. My serial online novels are only worth a thousand words and fifty yuan, but the subject matter of the review book is special. You give me a thousand words and a hundred words. I think the price is quite reasonable, I am also quite confident in writing a review. "

Zhao youyue really wanted to say, who just said that even if she died, she didn't help people write a review book, but she just smiled calmly and said softly, "the sooner the better. I'll give you 500 today."

"It's so happily decided. Classmate Zhao youyue, I think if you look up to me in junior high school, I must remember you." Han Leng is no longer tall and cold. He smiles like a profiteer. He wants to pat Zhao youyue on the shoulder, but when he sees the other party's clean blue and white sports school uniform, he shrinks his hand.

At this time, he found that Zhao youyue was really different from other girls. Her skin was very white and delicate, her eyes were very large and very clear, and her dark short hair was also excellent, but it was a pity for Han Leng. He felt that if Zhao youyue had long hair, it would never be so humble as now. Wherever she went, she would certainly attract men's attention.

Some girls are more suitable for long hair. As long as they change one hair style, they will make people feel that she is sublimated.

"I think highly of you? Shouldn't you scholars not bow down for money? " Zhao youyue chuckled and became more lovely.

"No, you respect my ideals."

"What is your ideal?"

"I often forget the world, the shortness of life and beautiful feelings. I'm thinking about living a shameless life, which is my ideal. "

"Hello, sorrow" by Francois Sagan‘ Think freely, think freely, think less freely, choose my own life and choose myself freely. I can't say 'be myself' because I'm just a plastic dough, but it refuses any mold. " It's really tiring to talk to you literati. "

Han Leng was completely surprised. He almost wrote the sentence "people like you have read her book". He had to admit that he would never forget the girl named "Zhao youyue" and even regretted that he didn't know her earlier. What a meaningful girl, But why can she not show that artistic temperament at all? What about the good "poetry and Book Spirit from China"?

Zhao youyue still didn't mind Han Leng's surprise. She took out her mobile phone and said casually, "is your mobile phone around? I'll give you 300 pieces of red envelopes first, WeChat or Alipay?

"I'll go. Can you not treat this as buying vegetables on the street? Keep a low profile, keep a low profile! Didn't your cell phone be confiscated? "

"So I bought another one at noon that day."

"Trench, friend?"

"Yes, plus wechat and QQ."

"My cell phone is in the dormitory..."

"I saw your cold and rebellious face. I thought you had great courage. I didn't expect you to be so counseling."

"Wow, trench, it's heartbreaking. Do you believe I won't write the review for you?"

"Oh, what? Then I have to save some money. "

"Trench, don't introduce me. I'm not only a gold coin, but also a gold promise!"

"Don't call me 'moat', eat the soil quickly. Besides, remember my name, Zhao youyue."

"I'll remember it all my life!"

Zhao youyue looked at Han Leng, who became more funny than Gao Leng, and still smiled, giving people a feeling of elegant young lady. No, she was a young lady.

She picked up a pen from Han Leng's desk, wrote her micro signal on his draft book, and turned away without nostalgia.

Han Leng sucked his nose and muttered, "it's really fragrant."

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the draft book, he patted his hot cheek and was sleepless.

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