Summer of Seventh Year

The children's chapter has been pre-received in the column. If you want to read it, you can click and save it in advance. Physical pre-sale on the 22nd. If you are interested, you can check it out on Weibo. Thank you for your support. W+b+：Weixi Lethe The text has been completed Copywriting of this article: When Lin Yang was sixteen years old, her mother remarried and took her to live in the Shen family. She met Shen Wan and lived under the care of others, and she battled wits and courage with the seventeen-year-old Young Master Shen. One day, Lin Yang was called his parents because of his "puppy love" problem. In the brightly lit office, the head teacher looked at the registered relationship column on the data file and asked in a surprised tone, "Are you two siblings?" Shen Wan's eyes were dark, he looked at her deeply and said mockingly: "Teacher, do you think I look like her brother?" Two seconds of silence. Lin Yang said expressionlessly: "Dad" Shen Wan: "..." The relationship between the two was forged from then on. Shen Wan likes smoking, but Lin Yang doesn't like the smell of smoke. She tried to persuade people to return from their lost ways: "Data show that cigarettes release 38 toxic chemicals when they are burned. Smokers account for more than 80% of lung cancer patients every year, and the incidence of lung cancer among heavy smokers is as high as 30%." Shen Wang pulled his lips, flicked the cigarette ashes skillfully with his clean fingers, and said in a soft voice: "Didn't this thing tell you that at most 10% of the harmful substances enter the respiratory tract, and the rest remains in the air?" Lin Yang silently glanced at the white smoke filling the air and smiled: "So, brother, you also know that second-hand smoke is more harmful than first-hand smoke." Shen Wan held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at her with an unruly look on his face: "You know the danger is great, so why don't you follow me?" A pun. "..." After graduating from high school, Lin Yang's mother and Shen Nuan's father had a disagreement, their marriage broke up, and they separated peacefully. The brothers teased the always arrogant and unruly Young Master Shen who gave up all his cigarettes for the sake of others, but in the end, he just left as soon as he asked, simply and neatly. After hearing this, Shen Wan played with an unlit cigarette in his hand, half-squinted his eyes, and said thoughtfully, "That's pretty good." Many years later, Shen Wan was on a business trip and received an invitation from a college classmate - it was his roommate's birthday to have a casual get-together. Not knowing what he was thinking of, Shen Wan lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "It's not a kiss, but you are quite interested." The friend raised his eyebrows: "Such a sensible girl, if it were you, you would be interested." Shen Wang narrowed his eyes and said no more. The next day, Shen Wan was invited to attend the party. As soon as the door opened, in the dimly lit private room, a bright and charming girl sat in the center of the sofa, wearing a man's coat. She bit a lady's cigarette between her beautiful red lips. She raised her head and reached out to the man in front of her: "Brother Qi, where is your lighter, light a cigarette for me." With his eyebrows pounding, Shen Wan walked over from the door, snatched the cigarette from her mouth, and threw it into his mouth. He squinted at his friend who was about to hand over the lighter, and said with a hint of anger in his deep voice: "I haven't let her smoke second-hand smoke for so many years, but you are willing to do it." Reading guide: 1. Double c/he 2. Everyone's experience of reading the article is different. The author cannot take into account what everyone likes. If you don't like it, you can just skip it without telling us below. I hope we can understand each other. 3. Read the article happily and refuse to be gay Copywriting of "The Beautiful Beauty": As the youngest son of the Ming family in his later years, Ming Heng was born to stand at the top and was known to everyone in Haijing City. At a young age, he was already the dominant figure in the Ming family. He looked carefree and elegant, but was ruthless and cold-blooded in his dealings. Everyone in the circle respectfully addressed him as "Little Fifth Master". After many years, Zhuo Xiaotong still remembers the first time he met this man. He looked at her with lazily squinting his eyes and his arrogance and defiance. He chewed on his cigarette and said in a low and deep voice: "What did you just call me?" 14-Year-old Zhuo Xiaotong stood there timidly, biting his lip nervously: "Fourth brother." The man chuckled. He glanced sideways, put out the cigarette slowly, and narrowed his cold eyes slightly: "You are so big, why don't you call me Fourth Brother? Let's call you Fourth Uncle." From then on, everyone in Haijing City knew that the unfeeling and cold-hearted Xiao Wuye had raised a delicate child. He protected her tightly and no one could touch her, and he really looked like an elder. When Zhuo Xiaotong turned eighteen, Mingheng left Haijing to go abroad to expand her career. The love she had suppressed for a long time that she could not express aloud was also hidden deep in her heart that no one knew about. Three years later, Mingheng returned to China and became even more famous. The Ming family held a homecoming banquet for him. In the shining light, the sleeves of Mingheng's black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his eyebrows were sharp and profound. He raised his lips and smiled lightly, looked at her and said, "Tongtong, my fourth uncle hasn't taught you to hit people yet, be good, sit there and watch." At that moment, the love that Zhuo Xiaotong had suppressed in his heart saw the light of day again. One day later, in a high-end club in the upper class circle of Haijing City, Zhuo Xiaotong looked coldly at the woman hugging him and called his name angrily: "Mingheng, have you had enough?" The box that was noisy just now fell silent for an instant. With a "pop" sound, Mingheng threw away the lighter and looked at her through the layer of smoke. The gloomy boredom in his eyes was undisguised: "Zhuo Xiaotong, where did you get the courage to take care of me?" Zhuo Xiaotong was stunned for a moment and then walked away neatly. Half a year later, in the same club, two people appeared in the same box at the same time. Everyone looked at Mr. Xiao Wu who had not spoken a word all night, and couldn't help but sigh that the little girl named Zhuo was probably doomed. Without the protection of Mr. Xiao Wu, with her age in her early twenties and that eye-catching face, she might not have a good end. Until——Zhuo Xiaotong's shoes were splashed with wine. She suppressed the fire and kicked off her wet shoes irritably, and her small white jade feet stepped directly on the cold floor. Before anyone wanted to see the joke, the next second, Mingheng, who had been sitting in the corner, stood up and squatted on one knee in front of Zhuo Xiaotong in front of everyone's surprised eyes. He took off his coat, patiently wrapped Zhuo Xiaotong's uncooperative feet in it, and placed them on his knees, seemingly helpless: "If you have a temper, you will lose it when you go home. Don't make trouble now. If you catch a cold or get sick, you can't sleep when you go home at night. Are you torturing me or yourself?" Zhuo Xiaotong stared at him and kicked him again angrily. Mingheng squeezed her ankle and sighed regretfully: "Tongtong, let's be fair. If you don't care about me, then let me care about you, okay?" Intention: There is always someone who will love you as pure and pure as ever