Crimson Garland

n didn't know what l was thinking at the moment, only that she smiled strangely.

But it's not annoyingly weird, on the contrary, it's very cute, like a little fox who is dialing an abacus.

After n drove away the little golden fox in his mind, he handed a pair of chopsticks to l: "Let's eat."

With a smile on his face, L took the chopsticks and lowered his head to eat the noodles.

The two of them were very unanimous in their refusal to speak, during which L kept secretly looking up at N, and found that she even looked so pretty when she was eating noodles.

This is my trainee teacher, hehe.

L is very happy.

L eats slowly, and only halfway through the meal, he finds that the opposite n has put down his chopsticks and is looking at him.

"?!"

Or should I stop eating? L felt a little apprehensive, and raised his eyes to meet n's.

"It's okay, don't worry." N smiled.

"Mmmm." L responded vaguely a few times, then raised his face and stuffed it into his mouth.

After speeding up and making a hush without distraction, L finally put down his chopsticks.

"All right?"

n raised his eyes and moved his gaze from the phone to l.

"Ah."

n got up to pay the bill, and walked back after a while.

L also stood up and walked out together with her.

l said sincerely: "Thank you teacher."

n shook his head, smiled and walked back with her all the way.

"You're welcome, it's also my first time bringing an intern, so maybe it won't be so comprehensive."

l sensitively noticed that the shoulders of two people were very close.

"So let's all take the initiative." N glanced at L: "Don't be too reserved."

Such a bad line. L was confused, and his face was a little red.

"...Okay." L held back for a long time, but it was better to reply.

N glanced at her with a smile, but said nothing.

The two walked into the publishing house at a constant speed.

"That's wisteria."

N watched L staring intently at the flowers hanging from the top of the stone corridor, and also saw doubts in her eyes.

"Fauceae. They bloom for a long time, and you'll see them for a long time to come."

Do you want to explain it in such detail? l feel interesting in my heart.

"Hmm... so it's wisteria."

l remembered something: "...is it edible?"

n gave her a weird look: "... yes."

After saying "yes", n saw a twinkle of yearning in l's eyes.

Can it be steamed and eaten like osmanthus cake? l It's not that I'm not full, but I still feel a little hungry.

"But you can't eat the flowers here, and you can't pick them." N could tell what she was thinking at a glance, both funny and annoyed.

It seems that the body is so thin, it doesn't look like a person who would be thinking about eating.

L didn't know what n was thinking, so he just smiled and replied, "Mmm, yes."

After the two chatted a few words, they returned to the third floor of the publishing house.

The review room and the second editorial room are in opposite corridors. When watching n turn and walk towards the second editorial room, l was still a little bit reluctant, and turned his head quietly a few times.

The work in the afternoon was still very simple, and l got started and finished it all very quickly.

She carried a stack of manuscripts out of the review room, and a gust of drafts shook her.

L flinched and walked to the door of the second room, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Enter!"

A short word, still shouted out.

L opened the door nervously and went in. As soon as he entered, he saw that the whole second editorial room seemed to be overturned.A group of people are all on the phone, either using landlines or mobile phones, and the director is even typing on the keyboard while talking on the phone, as if answering an email.

n is not there yet. L took a look and confirmed that she was really not there.

"Oh, you." After the director hung up the phone, he beckoned immediately: "Come on, give it to me. She is going to contact the author."