Chatper 1250 (1/2)

And the running script written by this black signature pen is elegant and unrestrained, and the handwriting is like a person.

At first glance, it is the handwriting of Xu Canyang's true biography.

As for this kind of handwriting, Yan Yinuo was also required to learn it when she was a child, but she couldn't write well. After several years of practice, she still didn't make any progress, so Xu Canyang gave up.

But Xu Zijin is different. He can use both Chinese and English fonts proficiently, while the Xu family is more accustomed to using their mother tongue, so the diary he wrote is also in Chinese.

"20××year, March 2nd, at this time..." Yan Yinuo's soliloquy was interrupted.

At this time, Xu Zijin was in his twenties, right?

twenty? She can't figure it out.

But I'm sure, I'm already in my twenties. Is a man in his twenties still interested in writing a diary?

Yan Yinuo thought about this question very seriously. At that time, there were already mobile phones and digital products. Although they were not as popular as they are now, as the young master of the Xu family, Xu Zijin had them.

But the diary in the traditional sense, he didn't seem to put it down because of the mobile phone.

What a persevering man, Yan Yinuo also had to sigh with emotion.

However, she closed the notebook anyway.

The education she received from childhood told her that reading other people's diaries is a very disrespectful behavior.

Before taking it out, Yan Yinuo didn't know that it was Xu Zijin's diary, and thought it was just evidence of some important events.

With some regret, Yan Yinuo put the notebook aside, and Yan Yinuo's interest became less and less.

From this point of view, this notebook is destined to be dusted.

"Hi, beauty." Suddenly, a blond man sat down opposite her.

Yan Yinuo looked at the other party in surprise, the way the other party smiled was quite similar to John.

In fact, the reason why she doesn't like Americans is that most of their looks are the same, and they are too featureless, which makes Yan Yinuo always feel that she can't remember their faces.

Yan Yinuo still understands the reason why he doesn't hit the smiling face with his hand.

"Hello, what's the matter?" She asked, but her eyes were calmly surveyed.

The blond man held a rose drawn from the table in his hand, and Yan Yinuo seemed to know the purpose of this man's visit.

Well, Aventure, and confession.

This style is very common in this country.

"It's okay, I want to buy you a glass of wine, isn't it OK?" The man smiled heartily, but he could clearly see the strong interest in Yan Yinuo in his eyes.

She suddenly felt that her interest was completely spoiled, and she shook her head with a light smile: "Sorry, I'm ready to go back."

Hearing this, the man really showed a disappointed expression.

But still unwilling to give up, "Can you leave a phone number? Come out to play when you have time!"

Yan Yinuo had a headache, and casually gave him a wrong number, because this man didn't seem to give up.

"You don't need to call me to verify, because I didn't bring my mobile phone." Yan Yinuo stood up and went to get the notebook on the right first.

She was lying. In fact, the phone was in her bag, but because it was on mute, she said this with confidence.

I don't know if it was because she drank too much that her hands and feet were not flexible, or because the notebook was too close to the edge of the table. Before Yan Yinuo could hold it firmly, the notebook fell to the ground with a "click".