out of control wildfire

Chapter 5
The drama club's rehearsal is coming to an end.

The member who had just been given a pink cake held the cake and called Daysan to a halt.

Day Mian turned to look at her, her voice was neither light nor heavy but seemed to have a strong sense of distance: "What's wrong?"

The member was a little embarrassed, and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, and said apologetically, "Sister, thank you for giving me a different cake, but I am allergic to eggs and can't eat it, otherwise you should take it home and eat it yourself , I’m really sorry.”

Tianmian's eyes fell on the cake box in the hand of the member.

Shi Wang stood not far away and looked over.

Needless to say, how funny it is to please others but be rejected.

But just when Shi Wang was too lazy to look further, he thought she was going to make a fool of herself.

But she smiled calmly: "In this pink swan cake, the eggs are replaced with bananas and applesauce, and there are no eggs."

She smiled, with a look of alienation in her eyes, which made people feel very far away.

His eyes froze in surprise.

The club member obviously didn't expect it, and he suddenly stopped talking: "Huh?"

Day Mian smiled calmly: "Before I bought the cake, I asked the president specifically if any members of the drama club are allergic to eggs or gluten, so there are no eggs or wheat in it, so you can eat it with confidence. It'll be fine."

The club member looked at Zhou Mian's crooked smiling eyes and felt a blush creeping onto his ears with embarrassment. He blushed because he judged a gentleman with a villain's heart: "So that's it. Junior sister, you are so attentive..."

Zhou Mian just smiled with long eyes.

That kind of smile has a sense of déjà vu that makes people think she is a vixen.Misty and erratic, I can't figure out her mind, but I can't help guessing whether she is smiling for real or fake, which makes people have the urge to lie to themselves that she has a good impression of him.

But in reality it was all cold scrutiny.

Shi Wang looked at the cake box next to him and froze for a moment.

It turned out that she was not trying to please herself, but because of his gluten allergy.

Just because of gluten allergy.

It's he who thinks too much.

Instead, the member smiled a little embarrassedly: "Thank you junior, I will try it out."

Day Mian said in a leisurely tone, and stepped down the steps to the other party: "Sister, you must finish eating, otherwise I will waste my heart. Although I bought the cake, I sealed the packaging myself."

Instead, the member became curious: "Is the packaging different for the sake of distinction?"

Day Mian casually picked up the script and fanned the member: "Yes, I'm afraid I might get it wrong. This kind of swan cake is the signature of this shop. It would be a pity if you can't enjoy the delicious food because of egg allergies."

As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her head and approached the member, and said softly: "Senior sister, you are blushing, are you very hot?"

The member looked in amazement at the face of a beautiful woman who suddenly approached. Although the embarrassment was relieved, his face turned redder instantly: "A little...thank you, junior."

Day Mian straightened up and smiled nonchalantly.

The girl's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and she felt a little shy holding the cake.

Shi Wang was thoughtful, and hadn't turned a page of the script for a long time.

When the time came to an end, Day Mian was about to pack up and leave, but Lu Yuan suddenly called her: "Sister Day Mian, wait a minute."

Turning back during Day Mian, Shu Yan's face was puzzled: "What?"

Lu Yuan smiled awkwardly: "Sister, you've come here, write a couplet for the rehearsal room."

Zhou Mian couldn't help but curl his eyes: "Writing a couplet now?"

Lu Yao explained: "That's right, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and you should hang it up with a new one. It just so happens that your soft pen calligraphy is beautiful, and the resources are used reasonably."

The member next to him was curious: "President, how do you know that writing during the day sleep is good?"

Lu You was a little surprised: "Haven't you seen it? Under the building of the Department of Journalism is hung the inscription of Zhou Mian, a student. Zhou Mian is very famous for her soft-pen calligraphy. Isn't there a calligraphy program for ten people on the school anniversary? , the day-school girl is the one at the beginning."

Others suddenly realized and were surprised.

Day Mian didn't refuse, and smiled leisurely: "Yes, as long as you don't dislike it."

Lu Yao brought her a pen and ink and a blank couplet, and put them on the table behind.

Day Mian walked over, picked up a pen, and laid it out in a serious manner.

As soon as she holds the pen, she seems to be a different person. The posture of holding the pen is dignified, and there is no difference in pinching, pressing, hooking, pressing, and pressing.

A quiet scholarly air rushed towards his face, as if he was not an internet celebrity blogger, but the apple of his eye from a scholarly family.

Shi Huang's eyes fell on her, but he felt relieved.

The day sleep writing that he knew in high school was a mess, let alone brush writing.

It is even more impossible to perform.

Shi Wang had an idea in his mind, and looked away.

After a while, Lu Tiao took the couplet and couldn't hear what he said, but he was smiling, he should be very happy.

Shi Wang didn't see the characters, but he saw a lot of beautiful calligraphy, even if he couldn't see it, he could imagine it, but it was the same.

That's not what he wanted to know.

Instead, he glanced at the cake next to him and paused for a moment.

After a while,
His slender fingers hooked the silk straps of the box and lifted the cake.

Day Mian put down the brush, raised his eyes, looked at it casually, felt a little ironic, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

When Shi Wan walked out of the door, he heard two club members talking: "The school girl delayed giving us the cake secretly because she was afraid that our personal allergies would be embarrassing if others knew about it."

"I didn't expect Day Mian to be so gentle and considerate in private. I love beautiful women."

When the two described it, they undoubtedly regarded Day Mian as a goddess with a sense of distance.

Shi Wang put his hand in his pocket.

Just when the phone vibrated, he took it out to unlock the screen, and a message popped up: "I'm at the restaurant, hurry up."

When he saw the news, his expression instantly became indifferent.

On the opposite side is the avatar of an internet celebrity beauty. Shi Wang didn't notice it at first, but at first glance, he realized that it was day sleep.

He opened in disbelief,

A beautiful face suddenly magnifies in front of her eyes.

It is a selfie with the face propped up and the angle of view is taken from the bottom up.

Wearing a silver ring on her hand, her sunglasses were pushed to the middle of the bridge of her nose, revealing her long and clear eyes. She was probably wearing an evening gown or a suspender belt, all of her slender white shoulders were exposed, her back was a spotlight, and her makeup was so exquisite that no flaws could be found.

There was a contemptuous and arrogant smile in his eyes, but the eyelashes hanging down at the end of his eyes were as cold and thin as ice needles.

She was very charming, and her smile made her feel more distant, so strong that she was completely unfamiliar, completely different from the Zhou Mian he knew.

It is indeed diurnal sleep.

Shi Lun's gaze stayed for a moment before he withdrew, and simply replied "Yeah" to the other party, without further words.

Coincidentally passing by the building of the Department of Journalism, Shi Huang took a casual look as he walked through the lobby.

The first floor of the Department of Journalism is empty, with only pillars and glass. Inside the glass wall is a hall, and various calligraphy and painting works are hung on the pillars.

Suddenly, a very outstanding work appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but stop.

It is an extremely difficult thin gold font, each stroke is like a silver hook painted on iron, with sharp turns, and the momentum sweeps away thousands of troops. It is definitely not possible to write your own style with this type of font overnight.

What he wrote was also very meaningful.

"Those who have been wronged by the world, please forgive me.
For the sake of the defiled,
See the sun for the raspberry,

All the people who were invaded by the officials were relegated and condemned;

To be loyal to the cause of anti-power,
Bowing exhaustedly for the old grievances to be revealed to the world. 』

But when he went to see the signature, he found that "Day Sleep" was written under it.

Day sleep?

Shi Wang was a little shocked.

He stopped and looked at it for a while, and then took out his mobile phone to search for this passage.

But what’s even more surprising is that,

The search result is 0.

I wrote it myself.

Although he was surprised, he felt that it made sense, and looked up at the picture again.

Day sleep.

The majestic words in that picture, the sonorous and forceful words, and the words are pearls, it is surprising that it comes from the mouth of an Internet celebrity, even if she is from the National University of China.

Even if Shi Wang is not a newsman, he can feel the generosity of the newsman, and can see how noble ideals and beliefs the person who wrote this sentence has.

The theme of the calligraphy and painting exhibition downstairs is dreams, and this passage obviously does not seem like a pattern for someone of this age or an Internet celebrity.

Suddenly a phone call came in, and Shi Huang's train of thought was interrupted.

The bell sounded very clearly in the empty hall.

He came back to his senses, picked up the phone, and put the phone next to his left ear: "Hello?"

A young girl's sweet and greasy voice sounded over there: "Where are you, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Shi Hua felt disgusted when he heard this voice, but he had no choice but to respond. His calm, smokey voice sounded: "We're on our way."

Over there coquettishly said: "You drive carefully."

Shi Wan got upset and hung up the phone directly.

Zhou Mian had just come out of the rehearsal room and sent a message to a friend on the school road: "Senior, have you decided on what I told you this evening?"

The other person quickly replied to her: "I have been in the drama club for three years, so I have no problem playing Adonis. But now that I am an intern at a law firm, it is still a bit difficult to spare time for rehearsals every night."

Day Mian was a little disappointed and didn't plan to go back, but another message was sent from the other side.

is a voice.

She clicked on it, and the young man's voice was full of laughter: "I lied to you, turn around."

Daysleep suddenly turned around.

A tall and handsome young man was standing under a street lamp, and his peach blossom eyes were especially bright as passers-by came and went.

Day Mian couldn't help but smile.

(End of this chapter)