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>>>The new article "Meiwan" has been published, click on the column to see it, the pirated version and the package are incomplete, all orders are 9.9R, (the calculation was wrong before, I am very sorry) Thank you for supporting the original version, "Eiwan" (Secret Love/Entertainment Circle), please accept ~ thank you (Star Eyes) >>>Feng Xiuyan×Su Yunting (Small Cookie) sc1v1he She Niu Pi Shuai's primary school mathematics teacher × She Ke Wenruan's primary school Chinese teacher After Feng Xiuyan graduated from university, he returned to his hometown and became a primary school teacher. As for this person, he is handsome, with eyebrows like ink paintings, and cheerful. He can chat with the janitor at the school gate or the aunt in the school cafeteria. Once, he told a joke to the teachers in the office, and all the teachers laughed. Just when he was about to continue, a female teacher knocked on the door and came in. She passed Feng Xiuyan and took a glass of water. She didn't look at them the whole time and only said a light thank you. After she left, the cheerful atmosphere in the office became a little stagnant. Feng Xiuyan remembered that there was a female teacher in their school, Jun Jing Ru Ye, Wen Hua Ruo Jin, who was nicknamed the Flower of Gaoling. Except for class, she usually could not speak more than six words a week with her colleagues. Feng Xiuyan had lived for more than 20 years and had never seen anyone like Su Yunting, so he tried every means to make her laugh while writing a diary. Day1: Say hello to her and she nods lightly. Day2: I chatted with her for five minutes, four minutes and fifty seconds, and I was the one talking. She still nodded. He fought repeatedly and failed, but he did not believe in evil. He fought repeatedly and kept improving his methods. However, at some point, he had the idea of picking this flower. Dayxx: (Someone chewed the pen while writing and recalled) She smiled, and it was a little, a little weird and pretty. Copywriting 2: (female version) Su Yunting is very quiet and dislikes social interaction. She chose teaching because the job was simple and she thought she would stay in her own little world for the rest of her life. But one day, a person broke into her world. That person was cheerful and humorous, and taught her to face and overcome the fear of the unknown. Just when she was happy to have such a close friend in her life, he seemed to be a different person, extremely aggressive, approaching her step by step: "Teacher Su, I think you should also know what they all know, so please express your opinion." Su Yunting blinked, her palm-sized face full of confusion: "What do you know?" Feng Xiuyan didn't say much. The next day, Su Yunting saw many colleagues winking at him. She shook her head, not knowing what was going on. She was going to the classroom with her books. When she arrived, she realized that she had forgotten to bring her water cup. At this time, Feng Xiuyan came over with her cup and walked to the door. The students' exclamations rang out from under the podium: "Hey——" In the evening, Feng Xiuyan trapped Su Yunting between the sofas again, rubbing his ears and temples together, and said in a low and hoarse voice with heat: "Do you understand?" When Feng Xiuyan recorded it for the last time in his notebook, he wrote this sentence: "People choose their favorite meanings from the poet's words." At this point, he stopped writing and thought silently: But the ultimate meaning of the poem is to point to you. *People choose their favorite meanings from the poet's words. But the ultimate meaning of the poem is directed towards you. —— Tagore's "Gitanjali" The copy was revised in 10.6 And screenshots have been taken. Ps: When a man pursues a woman, the male protagonist has been planning for a long time. He has a deep disguise in the early stage and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. "Eyebrow" copywriting Top-notch movie star in the abstinence genre x transparent and sober screenwriter Secret Love Comes True/Two Directions/Slow Hot Wind In July, under the scorching sun, Shi Jing met Shen Zhijie at the door of the hotel. The youngest actor in the history of the Golden Crow Awards, he is talented and has countless fans, but his relationship is a mystery. He treats all his female co-stars in a measured manner, gentle and distant. The people surrounded were shining brightly, walking down the stairs with a pocket in one hand and a leisurely pace. He put the phone to his ear and smiled slightly. And she looked away, her eyes as calm as water, and walked towards the approaching car. The moment the car door closed, the man suddenly looked over. The two people's eyes met, and Shi Jing thought that she looked at him like this a long time ago. He came to the stage to speak in a gray-green academic uniform. She hid outside the track and field, wanting to see his handsome silhouette, shining black eyes, high spirits, and the breeze carrying the fragrance of gardenia filling his body. The moon high in the sky and the silent snow in the mountains have always been far away and never looked at each other. She hid him in her heart, in her actions, and in her mouth. Both indulging and retreating, in a hurry and indifferently. One day, it was raining heavily. He stood in the rain. His hands holding the black umbrella felt cold and white, keeping out the moisture and cold air. Every step he took slowly was steady and self-possessed, and the accumulated water blocked his feet. It seemed that even the dripping rain on the building was slowing down, and the various colored light groups were ambiguous and blurred. Shi Jing didn't move, raised her eyelids slightly, and met his deep and unclear sight, letting the wind and waves sweep around her: "It's raining heavily." His face could not be seen clearly in the shadow. He stretched out his hand to her, ignoring the small stream of water from the umbrella eaves that wet his palm. His voice was low and slow, with a hint of bewilderment: "Xiao Jing, I'll take you home." It turns out that, I don't know when, the moon has already tilted towards the silent silver millet, shining warmly. *You smiled slightly and said nothing to me, but I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time. ——Tagore's "Birds" Screenshot of copywriting version 8.0 On June 10, 2024 PS: 1. There are no prototypes of the male and female protagonists, so please do not bring them in. 2. The professional knowledge about screenwriting and other matters is half-edited and half-checked. Please forgive me if there is any inappropriateness. PPS: Regarding the name of the male protagonist, please refer to the original title of the novel "Good Rain Knows the Season", from which Shen Zhijie comes. The author himself has not read or read the popular article with the same name a few years ago, and there is no suspicion of being a fan of it. Please be informed. Intention: Get out of the haze and embrace the sun