Approaching the end of the month, the old blind begged for a monthly pass and a recommended ticket......

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After school two classes in advance, Wang Bo took his schoolbag, went to the carport to pick up the car, and then went straight to the library. When Wang Bo was in the classroom, he was still thinking about whether to go to greet Liang Ya's mother Cheng Wenjin, but then he thought about it, today is not the weekend, and now is also class time, but he skipped class and ran to the library.

Because the index information of several books on astronomy last time was all written by Wang Bo on the "reference books" on the last page of the notebook, this time I was faced with rows and rows of vast bookshelves, and I only needed to follow the index information and search for it effortlessly.

After finding the reference books, Wang Bo took the three useful books to the reading room in front of the bookshelf and looked them out. In order to avoid being discovered by his "future mother-in-law", he deliberately found a place away and turned his back to the door of the reading room.

Several plausible technical problems were quickly solved with the help of reference books, and Wang Bo planned to leave. He looked around, and found that there were very few people in the reading room, and there were only five people connected to him, and the other four, all of them were old people in their fifties and sixties, and they looked like they had retired. Young people in their teens and twenties, none of them could be found except him. At this time, the four old men, each sitting in a corner of the reading room, with a teacup in front of the table, were enjoying themselves and swimming leisurely in the sea of books.

I felt the elegance and quietness of the reading room, and it was a more comfortable place to write than a noisy classroom. Wang Bo's buttocks, which he had just lifted, stuck to the wooden chair below. Moreover, there is another advantage to coding words here, that is, if you encounter a place where you need to check information again. He could always go to the sea of books in the back to find the answer. This is especially important for him, a very "axis" and a person with a "quirk" of writing.

So, Wang Bo opened his notebook, continued the story on it, and continued to immerse himself in creation.

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Cheng Wenjin, who was sitting in the office of the assistant curator, closed the last page of "The Great Gatsby", her whole person. The whole heart is completely immersed in Fitzgerald, the best American writer of the twenties, with the most exquisite words to construct the fantasy and reality, as beautiful as a dream, the prosperous world -- the towering New York skyline, the beautiful Long Island, the huge mansions on Long Island, the beautiful blue gardens one after another, and the gardens. Men and women walked around like moths, champagne in hand, wine in hand, and among the stars. There's also the long private sandy beach, where you can dress in a cool place. Men and women basking in the sun at a leisurely pace; A motorboat that cuts through the waters of the Long Island Strait and a wakeboard that foams at the bottom of the road......

Cheng Wenjin closed her eyes, covered her eyes and thought for a long time, using her own scarce imagination to imagine the dazzling and yearning high society in the book.

However, when bustling, flowers, champagne. Fine wine, a Rolls-Royce with a golden glow...... These symbols, which represented high society, quickly passed. After the shattering, the cold reality was ushered in. The last paragraph of the book "The Great Gatsby" suddenly jumped into Cheng Wenjin's closed eyes:

"Gatsby believes in the green light. The green light is like a high/high tide cheerful future, fading before our eyes year by year. It's running away from us now. But it doesn't matter, tomorrow we'll run faster and stretch our arms longer. There will always be a clear morning, and we will sail like this, sailing, detouring, and sailing against the current. And the tide is flowing and pushing us into the past......"

"What a good book!" Cheng Wenjin sighed in a low voice, opening his brown eyes, as if he had just woken up from a dream. She feels this way every time she reads a novel that is worth reading. And the feelings that this "The Great Gatsby" brought to her had a particularly profound impact on her.

Cheng Wenjin glanced at the silver lady's watch on her left wrist, and it was past five o'clock, and she was close to getting off work. So, Cheng Wenjin hurriedly stood up, picked up "The Great Gatsby" and walked towards the second floor, planning to return the book to the bookshelf on the second floor and prepare to get off work.

Ascend to the second floor via a corner staircase. There was no one left in the reading room, except for a young man who was still writing something. Cheng Wenjin didn't care, and walked directly to the bookshelf behind.

When she went, she went from the side aisle near the door to the bookshelf at the back. But because the bookshelf for foreign literature was on the opposite side of the door, when she returned the novel in her hand and walked out of the dazzling shelves, she walked to the left and innermost side of the reading room. Cheng Wenjin, who walked out of the bookshelf, was just about to leave, and when she walked towards the front door, she subconsciously glanced at the only reader in the reading room who was struggling to write.

With just one glance, Cheng Wenjin was stunned.

"Well, isn't this Wang Bo? Why is he running to the library when he's not in class at No. 4 Middle School now? And he seems to be immersed in writing. What is he doing? doing his homework? He really uses the library as a classroom!"

Seeing Wang Bo for the first time, the first thought that popped up in Cheng Wenjin's heart was naturally that Wang Bo, a little guy, actually skipped school and skipped class during class time and ran to the library to wander around, isn't this not a bad job? I only came to the library to pick up girls last week and Sunday, and now I skip school and skip class to run to the library to do some "inexplicable" things in less than two days.

After meeting Wang Bo last time, Cheng Wenjin made up her mind in her heart, if she saw this impression again, she also had a good impression, and she also helped herself to relieve the little guy who had passed the siege, she stood in the perspective of an aunt to remind the other party not to waste time and spend time on some meaningless things. It is not easy to be admitted to the fourth middle school, students, you still have to focus on your studies.

With such thoughts and intentions, Cheng Wenjin, who was originally going to leave directly, turned around and walked directly towards Wang Bo, who was burying his head in his books.

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The quiet environment like a university study room made Wang Bowen think well, and he wrote unusually smoothly, at least much smoother than he had written in the classroom these days. In less than two hours, he estimated that he had written at least 1,500 words, and the plot was pulled back from the magnificent cosmic starry sky to the earthy world, a small mountain village in the southwest of China, where the substitute teacher Wang (originally Mr. Li), who was dying, was burning his last ray of life to teach the last lesson to the four left-behind children, the second law of Newtonian mechanics.

"'Let's talk about Newton's second ......law,' Wang Bo wrote in his notebook, and was about to continue writing, when a shadow fell on the pages of the notebook. With this shadow appeared, there was a faint, vague, but unusually familiar aroma.

The last time he smelled this aroma, Wang Bo thought it was his girlfriend Liang Ya, but now that he was in the library, he immediately understood who it was.

"It's been discovered by Aunt Cheng!" Wang Bo secretly screamed to himself, but he didn't raise his head, and continued to maintain a posture, prostrate on the table, but the hand pressed on the notebook moved slightly, covering most of the words that had been written.

Cheng Wenjin, who walked lightly to Wang Bo, did not open his mouth at first. Her gaze fell, and she swept over the boy's desk, and saw a thick, hard-shell notebook that felt like at least two hundred pages and three books stacked on top of each other. However, because the book is placed upside down, and the spine of the book is also facing the side against the wall, Cheng Wenjin does not know what kind of book Wang Bo is reading.

"Is the little guy writing a love letter?" Cheng Wenjin had a beautiful look and an enviable white tooth girl in her mind, combined with what the boy is doing now, her first thought was that the other party was writing a love letter.

"But you can still go to the library to check the information when you write love letters, and the little guy can be regarded as well-intentioned!" Cheng Wenjin thought to herself, the corners of her mouth hooked, and she smiled. In the book "The Great Gatsby", isn't the original driving force for the protagonist to pursue the American dream for the girl he loves?

Cheng Wenjin stood quietly in front of Wang Bo for a while, and the boy who was immersed in meditation "didn't" notice her arrival, so she coughed softly. Then she saw the boy look up suddenly, first with a "dazed" expression, and then with a "rather surprised" face.

Cheng ...... Aunt Cheng!" Wang Bo, who was "surprised", raised his head and shouted Cheng Wenjin who was standing in front of him.

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