Since the last case, Chang An has not seen Gu Li again, and he has not received any emails from him during this period, so the two of them live separately without disturbing each other.

If it weren't for the dress in the closet still hanging straight to the ground, she would have felt that the two of them had never crossed paths. It's Zhao Jian, who occasionally sends a phone call to ask about the current situation.

In the small talk between the two people, Zhao Jian would also mention Gu Li, and Chang An would sometimes ask, "Is he okay lately?"

Zhao Jian always replied with a smile: "It's still the same, staying alone in that villa." ”

......

"Knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the door of the dormitory, but Chang An didn't seem to notice, sitting at the head of the bed in a daze, staring at the dress in a daze.

After a few moments, the knock on the door subsided, and there was another jingle of the keychain. "Click", the door was opened, and a short-haired girl with glasses walked in, it was one of Chang'an's roommates.

"Chang An, it turns out that you are in the dormitory, so why didn't I respond when I knocked on the door?" she asked.

Chang An came back to his senses and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was thinking about things and didn't pay attention." ”

"What are you thinking? Look at your expression, is it Sichun?" the roommate laughed and teased her.

Chang An seemed to be pierced in his thoughts, and quickly took his eyes off the dress, and then lied: "What's the matter! I was obviously thinking about how to write the thesis opening report." ”

With that, she straightened up, picked up the laptop on the desk, and wanted to step downstairs, and before leaving the dormitory door, she said to her roommate, "I'll go to the library." ”

At present, the autumn breeze has arrived, the osmanthus is fragrant, and when you go downstairs, Chang'an can smell the refreshing aroma of osmanthus flowers, and along the path, all the way to the end.

On the way to the library, there were people coming and going, full of students, or playing, or sitting quietly reading books, full of life, and occasionally some young couples stopped to intimacy.

Chang An looked at these vivid scenes, and the corners of his mouth rippled. When passing by the playground, I saw a green patch, and from time to time there was a loud and high-pitched shout: "One-two-one, one-two-one, stand upright-take a break-"

It was the freshmen in military training, all wearing camouflage uniforms, striding neatly and holding their heads high. When they first entered the university, they still had the immaturity of middle school, and their faces were full of youth and vitality. She sighed, it's good to be young.

Chang An stayed there for a moment, still with a vague smile on his face, as if he remembered himself when he first entered the school. It turned out that time passed so fast, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for her to graduate......

Chang An suddenly felt a little reluctant to give up those good times on campus, but to be exact, there was still more than half a year before she graduated...... It took a long time for her to withdraw her gaze and continue to walk forward.

She went to the library, found a corner by the window, put her computer and bag on it, and then went to the shelves marked with the words Criminal Psychology to find a few books.

She seemed to have traveled a lot to that place, and it didn't take long for her to return to her place with a few books in her arms. Turn on the computer and start writing the thesis proposal for her graduation thesis.

Fingertips tapping on the keyboard, wo

A line of text jumped out of the D document, "Research on the Theory and Application of Criminal Psychology", which was the topic of Chang An's graduation thesis.

At first, she seemed to be writing smoothly, burying her head all the time, and her fingertips never stopped. Then, slowly, the frequency of her keystrokes slowed down until she finally stopped.

Inspiration is not something that exists, but now that the report is stuck, she closes the computer and casually opens one of the books related to the thesis on the table, hoping to get some inspiration from it.

She flipped through it carefully, from beginning to end, her lips closed one by one, and she read the contents of the book softly, sometimes with a light touch on her chin, sometimes with a frowning eyebrow, over and over again.

If she reads something that inspires her, she quickly turns on her computer and writes down those thoughts. She spent the whole day in the library, reading all the books.

It wasn't until the night lit up outside the window that she got up, moved lazily, stretched, put the book back in place, and then picked up the computer and wanted to walk away.

When passing by a bookshelf, out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure, the figure was long and straight, like Gu Li. She paused for a few seconds, then took a few steps back.

She turned her head to look at the other end of the bookshelf, but it was empty, and there wasn't even a figure. Chang An smiled, maybe I was wrong, she thought like this, and stepped out of the library.

The night outside was getting thicker, and the autumn breeze was slightly cool, Chang An couldn't help but shiver and walked quickly to the cafeteria. When she was cooking, a low and clear voice sounded in her ears, cold, but it made her feel a little kind.

The voice sounded very real, not like an illusion, the corners of Chang An's mouth unconsciously raised, she quickly turned around, and followed the sound, but except for the unfamiliar faces, there was nothing else.

Chang An couldn't help lowering his head, his eyes dimmed, and then he found a vacant seat with a plate and sat down, but the figure in the library was still echoing in his mind, and the low and pleasant voice was still echoing in his ears.

Her thoughts were a little cluttered, and she didn't want to eat. Until she got up, the food on the plate had not been touched, and she did not feel hungry when she thought about anything else.

She stepped out of the cafeteria, and there weren't many lights on the path back to her dorm. In the darkness of the night, she raised her head, looked at the bright crescent moon, and began to doubt herself.

"Could it be that I miss him too much, that's why I hallucinate?" Chang An whispered softly, and a grim face was reflected in the crescent moon, which slowly became clear, and the beautiful silhouette made her stunned.

After a long time, Chang An turned his thoughts, reached out and patted his cheek, and muttered to himself: "Lin Chang'an, wake up, don't be a nymphomaniac! It's not spring now, those messy thoughts stop me! Characters like the great god are not something you can covet." ”

Chang An seemed to be self-hypnotizing, and continued to move forward after adjusting his mood. Soon, she went back to the dormitory, where there was no one there.

She reached for the light, put her laptop down, opened the door to the closet, and prepared to change into her pajamas and go to bed.

It's just that as soon as the door of the wardrobe opened, her eyes were once again attracted by the dress, and her mood that had calmed down a little was messed up again.

She closed the door of the closet, turned her head and went into the bathroom, washed her face with cold water, and went out again.