Chapter 1250

And the running script written by this black signature pen is elegant and unrestrained, and the handwriting is like a person.

At first glance, it is the handwriting of Xu Canyang's true biography.

As for this kind of handwriting, Yan Yinuo was also required to learn it when she was a child, but she couldn't write well. After several years of practice, she still didn't make any progress, so Xu Canyang gave up.

But Xu Zijin is different. He can use both Chinese and English fonts proficiently, while the Xu family is more accustomed to using their mother tongue, so the diary he wrote is also in Chinese.

"20××year, March 2nd, at this time..." Yan Yinuo's soliloquy was interrupted.

At this time, Xu Zijin was in his twenties, right?

twenty? She can't figure it out.

But I'm sure, I'm already in my twenties. Is a man in his twenties still interested in writing a diary?

Yan Yinuo thought about this question very seriously. At that time, there were already mobile phones and digital products. Although they were not as popular as they are now, as the young master of the Xu family, Xu Zijin had them.

But the diary in the traditional sense, he didn't seem to put it down because of the mobile phone.

What a persevering man, Yan Yinuo also had to sigh with emotion.

However, she closed the notebook anyway.

The education she received from childhood told her that reading other people's diaries is a very disrespectful behavior.

Before taking it out, Yan Yinuo didn't know that it was Xu Zijin's diary, and thought it was just evidence of some important events.

With some regret, Yan Yinuo put the notebook aside, and Yan Yinuo's interest became less and less.

From this point of view, this notebook is destined to be dusted.

"Hi, beauty." Suddenly, a blond man sat down opposite her.

Yan Yinuo looked at the other party in surprise, the way the other party smiled was quite similar to John.

In fact, the reason why she doesn't like Americans is that most of their looks are the same, and they are too featureless, which makes Yan Yinuo always feel that she can't remember their faces.

Yan Yinuo still understands the reason why he doesn't hit the smiling face with his hand.

"Hello, what's the matter?" She asked, but her eyes were calmly surveyed.

The blond man held a rose drawn from the table in his hand, and Yan Yinuo seemed to know the purpose of this man's visit.

Well, Aventure, and confession.

This style is very common in this country.

"It's okay, I want to buy you a glass of wine, isn't it OK?" The man smiled heartily, but he could clearly see the strong interest in Yan Yinuo in his eyes.

She suddenly felt that her interest was completely spoiled, and she shook her head with a light smile: "Sorry, I'm ready to go back."

Hearing this, the man really showed a disappointed expression.

But still unwilling to give up, "Can you leave a phone number? Come out to play when you have time!"

Yan Yinuo had a headache, and casually gave him a wrong number, because this man didn't seem to give up.

"You don't need to call me to verify, because I didn't bring my mobile phone." Yan Yinuo stood up and went to get the notebook on the right first.

She was lying. In fact, the phone was in her bag, but because it was on mute, she said this with confidence.

I don't know if it was because she drank too much that her hands and feet were not flexible, or because the notebook was too close to the edge of the table. Before Yan Yinuo could hold it firmly, the notebook fell to the ground with a "click".

The blond man got up like a gentleman and wanted to help, but Yan Yinuo stopped him. "Thank you, I'm not drunk, come by yourself."

Three glasses of cocktails, although a bit brainy, but really not to the point of intoxication.

Yan Yinuo squatted down. She was wearing a long skirt and a knitted jacket. The weather was not cold, so it was just right.

But this scene, in the eyes of the blond man, is naturally pleasing to the eye.

Yan Yinuo... Squatting on the ground, she didn't move for a long time.

After all, it didn't fall on the ground, and it fell apart. One of the pages, with a smooth cursive font, was cool, and a paragraph of neither long nor short on it came into her eyes.

"She fell asleep in my room today. Does the little girl realize that I am a twenty-four-year-old man? It is dangerous for a little girl to fall asleep in the bed of a healthy man. Although, I am Her uncle has no blood relationship."

"At this moment, I am very entangled. I am even more entangled than when I broke into my room for the first time to take a shower. Her room is next door. I decided to take her back, but something happened. Accident."

"That little girl actually regarded me as her father, and rolled into my arms easily..."

Seeing this, Yan Yinuo's expression didn't know what words to use to describe it.

Although this she was not named.

But she knew it was about herself.

The content of this page is not very long, roughly looking at it, it looks like less than 500 words.

Yan Yinuo saw the content, and stopped at the moment when "I" rolled into Xu Zijin's arms, feeling a little itchy.

What happened afterwards? She in her teens, and Xu Zijin in her twenties?

Yan Yinuo felt crazy, she didn't have the memory described by Xu Zijin at all, but in Xu Zijin's diary, she saw his heart.

"Hey, Miss, haven't you picked it up yet?" Seeing Yan Yinuo squatting on the ground, the blond man squatted down, wondering if there was any gold.

A very large light bulb, also trying to spy on the contents of the notebook on the ground.

Yan Yinuo's face changed, and he closed the notebook forcefully.

Even if you read it, you can't understand the profound content above, Yan Yinuo thought.

Then, she picked up her bag and took her notebook. "Sorry, I changed it back." Yan Yinuo dropped a sentence with a half-smile, and turned away from him.

Unexpectedly, this man was so cheeky that he followed her out.

"I don't mind, I'll escort you back. Such a beautiful girl, I'm worried that someone will stare at me, so let me be your flower protector. Do you have the honor?"

Yan Yinuo's forehead bulged, and he was already very upset when he saw half of it being interrupted just now.

"Sorry, I don't mind." Looking back, she replied unceremoniously.

The man felt a little regretful, but he didn't follow her cheekily after all. "Such a beautiful lady, be careful when you go back alone, we will meet again by chance."

Yan Yinuo walked quickly, thinking that there would be absolutely no fate to see her again.

She hugged the notebook tightly, her heart was about to move, and finally, she sat down in the small park outside the community.

After being blown by the wind, his head seemed a little heavy. It turned out that the stamina of the cocktail was stronger than the front, Yan Yinuo thought.

Then, she couldn't help opening the notebook again, Yan Yinuo folded that page and marked it, she just wanted to read on, what happened next.

It's easy to find places you just looked at.

"The last time I hugged her like this was in the hospital, it seemed a long time ago."