It was in the Massachusetts Institute of Technology Library, and Zhong Zimu's habit every day was to soak in the library at a fixed time when there were no classes. The library here has the world's richest physics-related historical materials and books, and Zhong Zimu can't wait to spend every minute and every second reading and experimenting, so he has little leisure, and the library and laboratory of MIT are the places that occupy his most energy at that time.

In this open school, there are often exchange students from other schools, or students with short-term internships, plus MIT's own students, and there are also many female students.

Zhong Zimu's handsome and sunny appearance doesn't know how many Asian, even white girls, have attracted, but Zhong Zimu is only immersed in the pleasure brought to him by physics, and he has no interest in any girls, which is not surprising for a future wizard in the physics world who is not yet twenty years old.

But all this was later broken by a new "small wave" from MIT, she is Wan'er, she is like a scene at MIT, she is followed by many eyes every day with a cello on her back, and she is often seen playing cello in a college music troupe.

A beautiful girl, a girl with a cello on her back, a girl who plays the cello quietly...... Many factors are gathered on her, which makes people yearn for and become a news figure on campus. However, Zhong Zimu seems to have never been affected by the new things and news on campus, and he is still wandering between the library and the laboratory as before, and his life between the two points and the line has not changed.

It wasn't until one day, in the library, that he bumped into a girl holding a stack of books while he was hurrying away, and everything started anew.

It was said that he had bumped into the girl, but it was better that she had hugged a stack of books that was too high, which had exceeded her eye level, and bumped into him, and he was now with his head down, thinking about a theory he had just seen, and was about to rush to the laboratory to do a related experiment.

The two men met in a huge library, and in a very wide aisle, they collided!

A stack of books scattered down and spread on Zhong Zimu's feet, and opposite him stood a delicate girl who looked a little weak, she was wearing an ankle-length dress, and her eyes revealed a look of surprise and guilt.

"Sorry......" Zhong Zimu knew that the girl opposite was Asian, but he didn't know that she was from that country, and he was ready to apologize to her in English.

"Oh, it's okay, I was careless!" the girl smiled with a look of surprise as she crouched on the ground and began to pick up the scattered books.

Speaking Chinese? It seems that it must be the blood of the Chinese nation. Zhong Zimu also leaned down and helped the girl pick up the books on the ground together.

"Shall I help you get it?" Zhong Zimu took all the books he picked up, most of which were books related to art and painting.

"That'...... Thank you!" the girl bowed her head gratefully and brought Zhong Zimu to her table.

Zhong Zimu put the book on the table, "I'm sorry just now, then I'll go first!"

With that, Zhong Zimu turned around and walked out of the library along the route just now, and behind him was the girl's following gaze.

Since then, the girl has appeared in the library frequently, and many times she happened to run into Zhong Zimu, and when the two passed by, it was just to say hello. On the contrary, every day a boy chases the girl to the library, hoping to have something to do with the girl.

Half a semester passed like this, and the school was going to hold a masquerade party with several schools such as Harvard, Zhong Zimu was not interested, but because it was an event with Harvard and other universities, a few good friends from physics from other schools who were familiar with him also came to participate, so Zhong Zimu was forced to go, of course, he simply wore a tuxedo and brought a mask that covered his eyes, even so, Zhong Zimu continued to accept the invitation of female classmates, and reluctantly went to the dance floor to dance.

Among the girls, the most eye-catching is a girl who dresses up as Princess Kaka. She wore a mask adorned with blue crane feathers and a blue gauze princess dress, and the whole outfit imbued her with mysterious and dreamy colors. Many boys wanted to dance with her, but she never agreed to any boy's request, but in front of everyone, she walked directly to Zhong Zimu, who was only wearing a simple tuxedo, and took Zhong Zimu's hand.

This is the last song of the ball, after this song, it is the last carnival of the masquerade ball, and it is also the ** of this ball, after the dance, everyone takes off their masks and looks for the princes and princesses they identify in the whole ball.

At the end of the dance, Princess Kaka took off her blue crane mask, Zhong Zimu was surprised to find that it was the girl she bumped into in the library, the girl smiled slightly, "Zhong Zimu, hello, my name is Tang Wan!"

At this time, Zimu's mask has not been taken off, although he does not show a surprised expression, but his eyes have already revealed his surprise, how did she know my name, and how would she know that it was me?

Zhong Zimu slowly took off his mask, "Tang Wan, hello!"

Tang Wan, such an antique name! And it's a tragedy! It was only a long time later that Zhong Zimu knew that this was not her real name!

How could Tang Wan recognize him? Zhong Zimu didn't hear her mention it until a long time later, at that time, he appeared in her sight every day, whether it was from the side or back, just a small gesture between gestures, she would recognize him!

After the masquerade, Tang Wan continued to appear in the library every day, and the time happened to be the time when Zhong Zimu came to read the book, this time when he passed by, Zhong Zimu could no longer turn a blind eye to her, he knew her name, and they danced together, which can be regarded as acquaintance.

So, when they met again, Zhong Zimu would nod to Tang Wan lightly and say hello.

But the days are still day by day, there is no change, except for the intersection with Tang Wan in the library every day, Zhong Zimu still lives a hard life above his academic career, although materially, he is absolutely rich, but he has not relaxed at all in his studies and exploration of physics.

Tang Wan sent over the gentle gaze every time, Zhong Zimu could feel it, but he couldn't cast a peach and repay it, this girl looked affectionate and sensitive, he didn't want to hurt her, Zhong Zimu knew that his feelings were not up to him, he didn't want to hurt such a weak angel.

In this way, the intersection with Tang Wan in the library lasted for nearly half a semester every day, and at the end of the semester, when the semester was about to end, Tang Wan disappeared in the library for a few days, and Zhong Zimu, who had never cared about Tang Wan, looked at the position where she often sat but was a little distracted, however, he quickly returned to normal, after all, he felt that he had more important things to do.

One day a week later, Zhong Zimu met Tang Wan on the way back to the laboratory, and he saw Tang Wan holding a man who was a little thin but a little angry. Tang Wan was a little surprised when she saw Zhong Zimu, and then lowered her head slightly, this was the first time she didn't take the initiative to greet him.

The man noticed the reaction of the girl next to him, and he looked at Zhong Zimu with a hateful look in his eyes.

It seems that he regards me as a rival in love? Zhong Zimu guessed, for the first time, a sour feeling surged in his heart, and he felt that the man was not worthy of her. However, after a simple struggle of thoughts, he turned his head lightly and continued to walk forward.

One day later, Zhong Zimu came to the library as usual, and he found that Tang Wan was already in the fixed position in the library, she didn't read the book, but kept scanning the students who came and went, as if she was looking for someone else.

This time, Zhong Zimu didn't set his eyes on her again, and decided not to greet her anymore, he wanted to completely put aside these ties.

Zhong Zimu put his schoolbag on the desk and began to look at the book.

As soon as he flipped through the book, he felt a faint aroma coming to his nose, he raised his head, and met Tang Wan's clear eyes, "Zhong Zimu, tomorrow there is a concert held by our college student music orchestra in the HatchShell open-air square by the Charles River, this is a ticket, you must come to participate, okay?"

"I ......" Zhong Zimu wanted to refuse.

"Don't turn me down, okay? This is my first official performance at school, okay? You saw my brother that day...... He has already returned to China, and no one is going to applaud me!I hope you can come!" Tang Wan's eyes showed a sincere gaze, euphemistically eliminating Zhong Zimu's concerns. She looked at Zhong Zimu weakly and helplessly, and Zhong Zimu couldn't refuse with such a look.

A girl as soft as water only needs a fingertip to gently touch it to set off a circle of ripples. Zhong Zimu couldn't bear to refuse her, or couldn't refuse herself, so Zhong Zimu nodded.

The next day, Zhong Zimu arrived as promised and arrived at the HatchShell open-air square by the Charles River, and the concert was about to begin. He sat down on the number on the ticket, which was the first row very close to the orchestra, and after the members of the orchestra were seated, he saw Tang Wan not far from him, holding a cello.

The whole concert was very beautiful, the melodious music made people reverie infinitely, and the cheerful music made people extremely happy.

Before you know it, it's the last piece of the concert. The conductor turned his body 45 degrees, faced the cellist Tang Wan, and began to gently wave the baton, and the slow, low cello sound began to play, and the trembling overtones bounced off the Charles River and spread over the HatchShell square.

And Zhong Zimu, a wealthy kid who grew up under the influence of music since he was a child, was also infected, and this was the first time he was moved by feelings other than the success of physics experiments at MIT.