In fact, in general, Cheng Xiaoyu's impression of Pei Yanchen is very vague, perhaps because some special points are too deep in his memory, so that his senses of Pei Yanchen are scattered fragments, and he can't make up a complete picture. For Cheng Xiaoyu, who is kind and grinds the psychology of girls, there is also a hazy feeling of "only in this mountain, and the clouds are deep and I don't know where".

But he still remembered the original straw hat and the smile next to the steps. It's just that Pei Yanchen at this time is like a solemn and magnificent iceberg on the sea, and what you can see is always only one-eighth.

But if one day Cheng Xiaoyu can really see Pei Yanchen completely, it is still unknown whether that inexplicable expectation can restore the heartbeat of the first encounter.

Cheng Xiaoyu walked into the end of the library's staff seat and looked at the rows of solemn bookshelves like towering walls guarding the boundaries of the ocean of knowledge. On the other side was Pei Yanchen, who was quietly sitting at a long table with shiny brown wood lacquer.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt for no reason that the older people get, the more complicated they become, and it used to be so easy to make friends with each other, but now it has become difficult to become friends. The difficulty and cost of interpersonal interaction are rising rapidly. Either in the process of testing each other, they drifted apart, or in the process of running-in, they inadvertently overturned the boat of friendship.

The library where the play was played for a long time, and the marble on the ground had slight cracks, and those cracks spread aimlessly under Cheng Xiaoyu's feet. The first layer of the wooden lattice glass window against the wall is still old moire glass, which can transmit light, but it is not clear to see the outside, if someone passes by, what can be seen is a black shadow.

Pei Yanchen opened the lampshade on the table is a colorful cloisonné table lamp, and I don't know if this scene is beautiful because of this retro environment, or because of Pei Yanchen's beauty. But Cheng Xiaoyu has always felt that the most impressive thing about the library is the old table lamp of this style on every long table, although it is so outdated. But it is so in tune with this library, the warm pale yellow light, like a bonfire in the heart of the vast black primeval forest. Attracts lost travelers.

Cheng Xiaoyu passed by Pei Yanchen with magazines and manuscript paper, which made him realize that he was usually able to speak cleverly as long as he wanted to communicate with others. For some reason, it became difficult to speak.

Pei Yanchen looked up at him and smiled politely as usual, Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated, seized the opportunity and whispered, "Senior sister, what did you say about inviting me to dinner?" ”

Pei Yanchen was a little surprised that Cheng Xiaoyu would take the initiative to mention this matter, she thought that Cheng Xiaoyu's pride was a tree that stood as an eternity, half sprinkled with shadows, and half bathed in sunshine. "What time do you want. What location? Pei Yanchen put down the pen and said unhurriedly, just like she wrote, she always wrote clearly and clearly.

In fact, Pei Yanchen is very envious of those who can wrap themselves in the identity of friends, get close to the people they like, talk to him, and understand him. Occasionally you can make a harmless joke, tease each other, and care for each other. Even if this proximity is a palliative but not a cure, it is much better than her awkward position, and she must always restrain what she wants to approach*. I have to remind myself all the time, "I'm not worthy." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu saw that Pei Yanchen was neat and neat, so he said directly: "It's just the weekend!" I'll arrange it, can I? ”

"Okay, but I'm on a budget! I can't afford to eat a big meal! Pei Yanchen said lightly. When she said this, she was calm and peaceful, without the slightest embarrassment, and her indifferent demeanor seemed to say: Even if I am not rich, I am still proud, but her heart is happy, a kind of quiet pleasure.

Cheng Xiaoyu was a little surprised in his heart, after all, the amount of money paid to her in the car accident was not a small amount, and it was a huge amount of money in a well-off home, he looked at Pei Yanchen's canvas shoes and jeans of a certain popular brand on the bad street. He wears a thin cotton shirt made of black nylon and a pair of sleeves of cartoon characters with piggy patterns. This thing is probably extinct by now.

These are cheap and good quality clothes, but they are worn on Pei Yanchen. But she has a new life, and if you don't study it carefully, you will think that she is wearing all big brands. Cheng Xiaoyu exclaimed, this is already the realm of supermodels, people wearing clothes.

Cheng Xiaoyu pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth, "Actually, as long as you go, because my roommate in the same dormitory likes Sister Yingzhen, I promised to help him ask Sister Yingzhen out, but Sister Yingzhen said, you go, she will go." So I wondered if I could take the opportunity you invited me to dinner and let you go to a party. ”

"Oh, that's it!" Pei Yanchen said expressionlessly.

"Can you please do me a favor?" Cheng Xiaoyu could only sincerely say that he didn't want to break his trust with his roommate. also wanted Wu Fan to pursue his own happiness, although he felt that the opportunity was slim.

"Yes, if you help. But I'm not dating you, I'm just there to thank you, so do you a favor. Pei Yanchen turned his head and didn't look at Cheng Xiaoyu and said.

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Yes, I know, I won't misunderstand." ”

Pei Yanchen slightly tuned his high tone and said, "I'm not afraid that you will misunderstand, I'm just taking a superficial position." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu was dissatisfied with Pei Yanchen's slightly changing attitude and said, "Then it's decided, on the weekend, I'll wait to tell Senior Sister Sù Yingzhen." ”

Pei Yanchen suddenly changed his mind again, "No, I still have to think about it." I don't know if I have time for the weekend yet. ”

Cheng Xiaoyu has long been accustomed to the changeability of girls, as if she didn't mind calmly, and said, "Okay, then you can reply to me as much as you can." And the letter from "Ximei" that day was really not written by me, but by the fat man in front of me who was fatter than me. ”

"Empty words, then you write a love letter and prove it to me?"

"I think I've proven it, and I don't need to prove it."

Pei Yanchen still didn't let go, "Is writing a song and writing a love letter the same thing?" You are not the only one who has done it yourself and has no courage to admit it. ”

"My courage, I've already proven it."

Cheng Xiaoyu did not continue to talk to Pei Yanchen, and walked directly to his position to start completing the translation task set for himself today. When he was about to return to the dormitory, Cheng Xiaoyu pulled out a blank stave paper from the draft.

On the above staff, it is written in beautiful and elegant block letters that "Once Upon a Time Were Slow"

I remember when I was a teenager earlier

Everyone is sincere

Say a word is a sentence

Early morning train station

The long street is dark and devoid of pedestrians

A small shop selling soy milk is steaming

The old days have slowed down

Cars, horses, and mail are slow

There is only enough to love one person in a lifetime

The old lock is beautiful, too

The keys are beautifully presented

If you lock it up, people will understand

After writing, Cheng Xiaoyu packed up her things, put the page of stave on top, and slowly walked past Pei Yanchen, letting the stave fall casually within her field of vision, and then sped up her pace a little and left the library. (To be continued.) )