Chapter 55

Ling Han's fingers are slightly red, probably pressed by the book. In his hand, he holds a collection of essays with a hard blue surface, Tagore's collection of birds.

Ye Huanyan realized that it was this book that had just saved her life.

"It's more appropriate for women to read poetry and improve their self-cultivation than to analyze this kind of practice rather than theory."

A collection of flying birds was patted on her chest without any pity. She coughed, held the book in one hand, sniffed, and secretly wiped her neck against Ling Han's back.

When Ling Han turns around and walks away, he hears the cough and is slightly stunned. From the corner of his eyes, he sees her grinning and making a face at her back. There is something strange in her eyes. He goes straight to the coffee table and sits down with a bowl.

Ye Huanyan, holding two books in her hand, turned to the bookshelf and looked at them for a long time. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she got them. After analyzing the nature, she scratched her head, "well, where is this book?"

"You can take it back with you." A casual voice came from the sofa.

Ye Huanyan's corner of the mouth smoked to smoke, "don't need, anyway I, I also don't quite understand."

"It's OK. If you don't understand, you can come to me. I'll teach you."

"Cough..."

Ye Huanyan felt as if something had gone into her throat, choking for a while.

"I'm talking about teaching you English."

Ling Han turned around and gave her a light glance.

She was so embarrassed by this glance that she didn't dare to refute any more. She ran away with two books in her arms.

Her back was a little embarrassed and fell in Linghan's eyes with a trace of warmth.

The slender fingers clasp the edge of the bowl of black rice porridge which has been cooled a little thoroughly. The spoon is sent to the mouth to taste it. It tastes good. The black rice porridge tastes better if it is cooler.

Ye Huanyan ran back to her room on the first floor with two books in her arms. Without Gu Lingling's inquiring eyes, she closed the door directly. The whole person was paralyzed at the door, gasping for breath. She was as red as if she had run a marathon. She was out of breath.

The two books in her hand were extremely hot. She looked down and only looked at them. Then she closed her eyes and threw them on the sofa.

What books can I borrow?

Also, what does Ling Han usually watch? No wonder... No wonder in bed

Her face burned again. She stamped her foot and plunged into the bathroom.

The next morning, ye Huanyan got up early as usual, ready to catch the bus before Linghan got up. As soon as she changed her clothes and opened the door, she saw Linghan sitting at the dining table.

Lingling was busy putting the baked bread on the table. When she saw ye Huanyan come out, she said with a smile, "is Miss ye up? Breakfast has just been made. It's still early. Let's go after breakfast. "

"It's... It's early..."

Ye Huanyan approached the table with a look of amazement.

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, today it's only seven o'clock. Why did she get up? And dressed up.

She hesitated to sit down at the table and took a bite of Lingling's bread. "Well, what are you doing today? So early? "

Hearing this, Ling Han raised his eyes and looked at her, "the company is going to choose an artist's holiday address these two days, plus the ending and summary of each artist's annual work before the end of the year... Do I need to say more?"

"No more." Ye Huanyan swallows the bag, takes the milk at hand and drinks it. At the same time, she feels at ease and has a sense of loss.

After drinking the milk, Ling Han slowly wiped his mouth, got up and went to the sofa to take his coat. Seeing that ye Huanyan didn't get up, he frowned, "don't you go?"

Ye Huanyan put a tomato into her mouth, raised her wrist and looked at it, "it's still early, I'll take the eight o'clock bus."

Ling Han's face suddenly sank,

Ye Huanyan realized that something was wrong and added, "the company didn't inform her that she would go to work ahead of time."

"As a secretary, my boss is ready to work in the company ahead of time. Do you have so much leisure to linger here?"

Ling Han's words made ye Huanyan tremble. What's the evil wind this morning?

I thought he left ahead of time. It's hard for him to go to work in a hurry.

Inside the black business car, it's quiet. Except for the sound of the wind blowing through the car glass, ye Huanyan can hardly hear any sound. She is so dizzy in her mind that she can't lift her spirits at all.

"Did you read the book you borrowed last night?"

Suddenly, Ling Han's voice rang out.

She suddenly a stirring spirit, wake up from the lethargy, vaguely should a, "which one do you ask?"

"What do you say?" There is a trace of banter in Linghan's eyes.

Ye Huanyan suddenly realized what kind of mistake she had made. She was just continuing her stupidity last night. She swallowed her saliva and said, "I've read a few pages."

"How does it feel."“ How do you feel? " She slightly a Leng, "Tagore's poem I don't see too much, but there is a sentence I like very much."“ Which one? " Ye Huanyan was stunned again. She thought Ling Han was just on the spur of the moment and asked casually. She didn't want to discuss poetry with him in the car. She had to answer carefully, "if you shed tears for the sake of losing the stars, you will also lose the sun." She was very poor in her studies since childhood, not to mention any literary and artistic cells. She was still interested in short things like poetry. She was admitted to the media college because of her good writing. During the interview, she talked a lot and fooled a group of teachers, so she entered the media college. Originally, she was a person who couldn't even pass the college entrance examination. If it wasn't for the third year of senior high school, Ling Han left a bunch of art college admission guides in front of her, she would not even think about taking the art examination. From childhood to adulthood, she has been walking in An'an Fen according to the life path that Jiang Meilan has planned for her, and she has never had any extraordinary ideas about her future“ This poem means that when you lose something, don't focus all your attention on it, because the spilt milk has been spilt, and you can't help feeling sorry again. It's better to think about what you currently have in HIA, so that you won't pay attention to it and lose everything else, More positive... "Ye Huanyan's voice in the car is very quiet, warm and gentle, and explains the poem very clearly. Ling Han's face has a light confusion, but it doesn't fall into her eyes. The past can't be left behind, and the dead can't be pursued“ This is not a very reasonable poem. " Ling Han suddenly interrupted her explanation with a gloomy face. Ye Huanyan looked at him in amazement, "what did you feel when Jiang Meilan died?" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.