It was late at night, and Zhao Yan and Xiao Mengyue had already left with sword energy. Xiao Mengyue, who came to Nanjing for the first time, wanted to see Zhao Yan attend classes every day. When living in Hanlin Academy, Zhao Yan naturally would not refuse her request. He held her hand and shuttled through the Hanlin Academy campus in the night......

Downstairs of the writing class, Zhao Yan pointed to the place on the second floor with the lights on and told her that it was the classroom of their class. The slanting wind tower, the entrance to Xuezhai, the drizzle corridor, the canteen, the library, the literary building...

In some places, the two of them passed by for a short time, while in some places they stopped for a long time, such as under the slanting wind tower, the drizzle corridor, the literary and artistic building, and the piano sounds echoed in the quiet campus, Xiao Mengyue said it was very nice.

Finally, Xiao Mengyue said that she also wanted to see the Crescent Lake that Zhao Yan often went to, so Zhao Yan took her to the Crescent Lake behind the school.

When he arrived here, Xiao Mengyue stretched out her arms, took a deep breath of the fresh air here, and said to Zhao Yan with a smile: "Well! This is so good! It would be great if we could come here for a walk every night!"

This made Zhao Yan laugh helplessly. She could have come here to go to school with him, but now it is too late to say anything.

There are also street lights by the Crescent Lake, but most of them are high-pressure sodium lamps hidden in the grass. They are bright but not bright.

Xiao Mengyue suddenly stepped forward a few steps forward, and faced Zhao Yan with a smile, with her hands cutely behind her slender waist. While walking backward, she said to Zhao Yan with a smile: "A Yan! I heard that you have good kung fu a long time ago. Recently, the news also said that you defeated the Lion Seal of the Xu family in Shandong. But I haven't seen you play boxing yet! Let's show it to me now? Is that okay?"

Zhao Yan pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay!"

Xiao Mengyue, who was walking backwards opposite, lit up her eyes, and under the hazy street lights, her smile was beautiful and her starry eyes were shining brightly.

Zhao Yan stopped and glanced around. When he saw the stone railings that could not be seen at the end by the lake, he shook his body, and his steps seemed to stagger, and he suddenly jumped. He stood firmly on the stone railings that were nearly one meter high by the lake.

Xiao Mengyue exclaimed, but Zhao Yan smiled. Since she wanted to see him punch, his young mind wanted to show off his skills in front of her.

Amid Xiao Mengyue's screams, he had already stepped on the stone railing, retreated and leaped. At the same time, the Bajiquan that had already been extremely proficient was also exerted.

Under the moonlight, in the street lights, and by the Crescent Lake, Zhao Yan didn't have to look at his feet. He lifted his feet and leaped his legs and could always walk accurately on the stone railings. His proficient Bajiquan technique was smooth but fierce.

Keep the elbows, hold the lanterns on the left and right, hold the window, turn the palm around, wrap around the palm, fold the shoulders, kneel, rush to the face, and hit the palm, and hit the foot...

Zhao Yan, the four-way forty-two-style Eight-Jiquan technique, is faster and faster. His moves are not complicated, but he has a round and perfect momentum that is strong and fierce.

During high school, there was a time when Zhao Yan was very fond of practicing boxing on the fence on the roof of his building. At this moment, Zhao Yan seemed to have returned to that time. Under the same night, on the fence, he lost himself as he beat me. It has been a long time since he beat all four forty-two moves at once.

Suddenly, Xiao Mengyue exclaimed: "Be careful!!!"

Zhao Yan, who was in a selfless state, didn't understand what she meant by calling for caution. A confusion flashed through his mind. His left foot had already stepped forward according to the fist, and the soles of his feet had just touched the surface of the stone railing. Zhao Yan's face changed.

After practicing boxing for so many years, he had already known what it would feel like when he punched every punch. However, when he stepped on it, he felt that the surface of the stone railing was uneven, as if one was missing. Bajiquan had many moves to stomp his feet and exert force. The kick he had just stepped on was such a force. The force was stomped on his feet, and the force was exploding from his feet, and the force was exploding all over his body, but at this time his feet were uneven.

If Zhao Yan had been practicing this set of boxing for the first time, he would definitely sprain his foot at this time, but he had practiced this set of boxing for thousands of times. As soon as the soles of his feet touched the surface of the stone railing, he had turned into a weak point. The strength of his left foot suddenly disappeared. From Xiao Mengyue's perspective, his left foot seemed to suddenly become weak, and he was about to fall off the stone railing as soon as he pounced forward. Xiao Mengyue screamed and rushed over subconsciously to support him.

Zhao Yan, who seemed to be about to fall from the stone railing, glanced at Xiao Mengyue's nervous and exclaimed, and suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up. He was unable to fall but he really fell down...

Xiao Mengyue rushed closer, Zhao Yan fell down, put his left hand on Xiao Mengyue's shoulder, as if his left hand had leveraged his power to resolve his danger. His feet finally landed smoothly, and his right hand also put it on Xiao Mengyue's shoulder on the other side of his shoulder.

"Zhao Yan! You didn't..."

Xiao Mengyue was about to ask him if there was anything wrong, but Zhao Yan had already held her little face with both hands and lowered her head to kiss her lips.

In an instant, Xiao Mengyue's eyes widened, her hands were fixed beside her in panic, and her whole body seemed to have been lit by Zhao Yan.

Before today, Zhao Yan had fantasized about many ways to kiss her, some asking her for permission, some carefully tempted, and some secretly kissed her while she was sleeping. There were many ways to do so.

But just at that moment, when Zhao Yan saw her rushing over to help him in panic, Zhao Yan thought of the sudden kissing method now.

At this moment, he was very satisfied with Xiao Mengyue's shocked appearance. He stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms. Xiao Mengyue wanted to push him away, but when his hands touched his coat, he hesitated and hugged him.

The atmosphere at the moment is really romantic, so romantic that she can't bear to destroy it.

...

On the way back, Zhao Yan put his jacket on Xiao Mengyue and put his arm around her shoulders. Xiao Mengyue's face turned red, as if she was drunk, and she quietly looked up at him from time to time.

The smile on the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth changed back to that evil smile, and it was no longer concealed. This was his favorite smile in his bones. Xiao Mengyue was neither tall nor short, and was hugged by Zhao Yan, who was tall and long legs, and she felt like a bird was dependent on others.

"You are mine! Never escape from my palm in this life! Haha!"

In the night, Zhao Yan's slightly domineering words suddenly came.

Xiao Mengyue blushed and did not object.

That night, Zhao Yan did not want to go further, so he sent Xiao Mengyue into the hotel room, and kissed Xiao Mengyue well. He put his coat on his shoulder and went back shakingly.

He could see that Xiao Mengyue was not mentally prepared to hand over all of him to him. In fact, he didn't want to be so fast. At the age of 17, he felt that he was still young and early.

In the past six months, with the success of one thing, his confidence in himself has begun to grow. He wants to wait until the day Xiao Mengyue is willing to give him.

Wait until that day, what kind of feeling should be perfect?

On the way back, Zhao Yan thought so.

...

The next day, November 30th. On Wednesday, Zhao Yan still asked for leave.

In the classroom of the 44th writing class, Zhao Yan, who was taking leave, naturally did not arrive. Changsun Xiaqiu seemed to be in a bad mood, because shortly after the morning self-study began, a rumor circulated in the classroom was that Zhao Yan was taking leave this time to accompany a very beautiful girl.

The news seemed to be coming from Xu Min. It is said that she saw Zhao Yan and a beautiful girl playing on campus last night. It was so circulating that it was hard to think about it or not.

Early that morning, Zhao Yan went to the hotel where Xiao Mengyue stayed to have breakfast with her. After breakfast, he took her to travel around Nanjing.

Meeting each other for three months. He cherishes every minute and every second he is with Xiao Mengyue.

After last night's kiss, they obviously became much more intimate when they were together today, holding hands, hugging, and light kissing became natural.

And that morning, Feng Zikui from the Legal Department of Shancheng Madman Film Group suddenly received a call from Lin Fusheng. He and Lin Fusheng were alumni. Lin Fusheng always looked for him for any legal affairs.

However, with the failure of Lin Fusheng's "Futu Tower" half a year ago, Lin Fusheng not only disappeared from the company for half a year, but also had not called him Feng Zikui for half a year.

"Zikui! Get ready and accompany me to Nanjing today! We will see you at the airport at 9:00!"

On the phone, Lin Fusheng had no greetings for half a year, and said this to him in a plain tone.

Feng Zikui almost didn't react, and at the same time he was surprised at Lin Fusheng's tone today. In his impression, Lin Fusheng was full of energy and full of momentum. Why didn't he see him for half a year and became completely sharp? His tone was so plain.

"Fusheng! Alas! Fusheng, please make your words clear! What should I do with you to Nanjing? If you don't make your words clear, how can I prepare?"

Although it was unexpected, Feng Zikui still asked quickly.

Lin Fusheng: "Go and buy the adaptation rights of a novel! Do you understand what to prepare?"

Feng Zikui was a little surprised: "The novel adaptation right? Do you finally want to make a movie again?"

"Well! Don't miss the time! Hurry up to the airport before nine o'clock!"

Lin Fusheng ignored Feng Zikui's stomach-filled questions, repeated them lightly and hung up the phone.

After the phone was hung up, Feng Zikui was still a little stunned. He suddenly wondered whether Lin Fusheng had adjusted his mentality or not? Judging from the tone on the phone just now, his mentality seemed to be immersed in the failure half a year ago, but he also said that he wanted to buy the novel adaptation rights and make a movie again. Feng Zikui is now wondering whether Lin Fusheng's state is OK?

If he shoots another movie that has a box office and a reputation that has both lost, how long will it take to adjust his mentality next time? One and a half years or two? Will Gu Mingshan give him the chance to continue making movies?

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Yan and Lin Fusheng met in the corner of the first floor lobby of the hotel where Xiao Mengyue was staying.

"I need you to help me write the script myself! I believe that only you, the original author, can best grasp the essence of this book! The price is easy to say! Is there any problem?"

After sitting down, Lin Fusheng directly expressed his thoughts without chatting.

Lin Fusheng, who was sitting opposite Zhao Yan, looked pale and his aura was not as powerful as he was completely different from the one Zhao Yan had seen on the news before. Lin Fusheng, who appeared in front of him today, was no longer like a sharp sword unsheathed, but he was not decadent, giving Zhao Yan a feeling of peace as abyss. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!