happy seven years

Chapter 1

"Hurry up, Manman, today is the last autograph session for my goddess' sealed work! You must accompany me to the front row!"

"When I think about not being able to see my goddess again, or seeing her new book, my heart hurts."

"Quick, quick, squeeze forward!"

The girl wore double ponytails, a crisp white T-shirt and denim overalls, and took advantage of her figure to pull another girl to the front row.

Before the signing meeting started, Riemann was dragged by Tan Xixi all the way, and his palms were a little sweaty.

When Tan Qianqian finally found a satisfactory place to stop, Riemann quickly let go of her hand, took out a wet towel from her pocket, and wiped the palms and backs of her hands carefully.

She didn't like this kind of occasion very much, she kept her head down from beginning to end.

"Manman! There's a poster here, take a photo for me first, I want to take a photo with my goddess!" Tan Qianxi suddenly tugged at the corner of Riemann's clothes.

It was this action of pulling the corner of the clothes. When the family introduced Riemann to a blind date, Tan Qianxi walked over like this, and pulled Riemann's clothes to show her favor.

Much like that person.

So when Tan Qianxi said that she was rushing to attend a signing event and asked Riemann if she wanted to go and see it together, Riemann did not refuse.

Just taking a picture, Riemann naturally raised his phone and turned on the camera mode——

Riemann, who finally raised his head, was so caught off guard that he saw that person on the poster behind Tan Sissi.

As long as he thinks about it, he will be so heartbroken that he can't breathe. Riemann thought he would never see him again in this life.

"Crawler." Riemann gently read the words on the poster.

"That's right, that's the last work of my goddess. Manman, you can read this book. It's very good, but the ending is a bit sad."

"Manman, are you ready?"

"Why are you crying, Manman?"

Riemann blinked, she couldn't control herself from reacting to the row of novel introductions.

——After you left, wherever I looked, there were wild smoke and weeds.

"The contact lenses are a bit uncomfortable to wear. It's okay. Stand up again and I'll help you take pictures."

"okay."

Riemann took a few photos for Tan Siqian and sent them to others.

Tan Qianqian seriously edited the photos beside her.

"Did you bring the book?" Riemann asked her.

Tan Qianqian nodded heavily, "It's in my backpack, do you want to see it? I'll give it to you."

"Well, suddenly I'm interested."

Riemann took the book passed by Tan Sissi. The simple cover was dotted with some messy vines, and the title of the book "Grass" and the author: Huayan were simply written on it.

It turns out that she is the goddess Tan Sissi mentioned.

Yin Huaiyan, whose pen name is Huayan.

After all, the two hadn't seen each other for three years.

Riemann rubbed the cover of the book and opened the title page.

Preface: I would like to dedicate this article to all the youth who cannot continue.

It must have been written by her own hand.

"Eh? Manman, how do you know that this is the preface proposed by my goddess?" Tan Qianxi who was beside her suddenly said.

Only then did Riemann realize that he had just spoken his mind.

A wry smile, how could I not know.

When she was young, Yin Huaiyan's handwriting was always ridiculed by her classmates as being childish. It was Riemann who took her to practice handwriting by copying copybooks over and over again, and it was only then that she developed her powerful strokes.

Later, Yin Huaiyan's handwriting won a prize in a calligraphy competition, and he even gave Riemann the entire copybook he had practiced as a treasure.

The copybook was still locked in a small iron box in the bottom drawer of the cabinet in Riemann's room.

Some people are like this, they have been away from your life for a long time, but once they appear, they can still drag your nerves at will.

The scene was not noisy, Riemann opened the book and started reading.

[Xiaocao still remembers the first time she saw Manman, the sun was dazzling, and Manman who was late was punished to stand by the flag-raising platform. When Xiaocao registered the class name, Manman snatched the notebook impatiently. Next to the handwriting, a completely different handwriting was left.

Xiaocao looked up at Manman.

Many years later, Xiaocao still clearly remembered the cluster of vines painted on the school uniform that was washed white with vines. 】

Seeing this, Riemann closed the book angrily.

"What's wrong? Is the book not good-looking?" Tan Qianqian was taken aback by Riemann's movement.

Riemann shook his head.

Tan Qianxi wanted to ask again, but was attracted by the movement on the other end, "Ah, my goddess is here!"

Looking over the sound, Yin Huaiyan's figure fell into Riemann's eyes.

It seems to be a little lighter than when they parted. The shoulder-length straight hair has been replaced by maroon wavy curly hair, and light makeup has been applied to the face.

She waved to the book fans in the crowd, glanced over, and noticed Riemann with a bad expression.

The smiling expression didn't last for a second.

The autograph handshake was done in line, and the serial number drawn by Tan Xixi when she entered the arena was very good, and they were in line in a short time.

The two came to the signing stage one after the other.

Tan Qianqian excitedly expressed her love for Yin Huaiyan, even a little incoherently.

Yin Huaiyan couldn't help but tense his back when the girl with eyebrows and eyes that looked like her came up.

Sure enough, after the other party finished signing, they waited for Riemann beside him.

They came together.

Yin Huaiyan can even be sure that he just saw two figures holding hands, and one of them is Riemann.

Riemann put the book on the stage with both hands, and spit out two words: "What a coincidence."

Yin Huaiyan opened the book and raised his head, trying not to look abnormal on his expression, "Do you want to write a congratulatory message?"

Liman looked down at Yin Huaiyan condescendingly, and Yin Huaiyan looked at her frankly.

"No, thank you."

"Ok."

Although Yin Huaiyan answered this way, he still wrote down three words.

——To Riemann.

Rieman looked at Yin Huaiyan's slightly trembling hand due to too much force, and couldn't help but sneered.

Yin Huaiyan did not sign her pen name Huayan, but followed Zhi Liman with her name, Yin Huaiyan.

She wrote carefully one stroke at a time. After finishing writing, she blew on the words before closing the book and pushing it in front of Riemann.

Riemann felt that this scene was too ironic.

If it wasn't for Tan Qianxi being by her side, she even wanted to leave directly.

"Your friend is waiting for you." Yin Huaiyan didn't wait for Rieman to take the book, so he had to lower his head to remind her.

Yin Huaiyan's gaze fell on Riemann's hands on the stage.

Memories also follow at this moment.

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"Ayan! You are on duty today, what a coincidence, I happened to be late too."

At that time, Riemann was still wearing the loose school uniform of the No. [-] Middle School, and the early autumn sun was still dazzling. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, and followed Yin Huaiyan, who was holding a notebook in her hand, and asked Yin Huaiyan to make a list of late arrivals for herself.

Yin Huaiyan glanced at the watch on his left hand, the time was exactly [-]:[-], "You are not late, go back to the classroom and read early."

After finishing speaking, he whispered quietly, "Who would think about being late all day long?"