Manchester University Library

Rows of gray bookshelves are displayed in the wide hall, and several young students stand in front of and behind the bookshelves, each of whom bows their heads and indulges in the world of books, and their sensitivity to the outside world is reduced to a minimum. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fang Cheng walked through the rows of bookshelves, this area belongs to the popular fiction area, martial arts novels, modern literature, foreign literature, island literature, etc., the top of each bookshelf is labeled, and it is easy to find your favorite readings.

Fang Cheng picked up a copy of "The Tale of Genji" at random, sat at the desk and flipped through it, this is a classic literary masterpiece of the island country, the content can be called epic, although there are cultural differences, but it doesn't look too tired.

Lately, he's been spending time in the library. Staying in the classroom is always one or two unfamiliar faces watching him, and he feels uncomfortable even when he eats in the cafeteria.

He can only feel a trace of peace and relaxation in the absolutely quiet library, hidden in the sea of books.

With his ability to memorize, he has probably read almost all professional books, and confirmed each other to find a lot of fallacies.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many more important things to do, he would have hoped that he would have been able to become a scholar of the history of human literature in the future, and perhaps he would have been able to make a lot of achievements.

Quiet life is always short-lived, when Fang Cheng felt that the mobile phone in his pants began to vibrate, he subconsciously glanced at his watch and found that it was already half past four in the afternoon.

Usually at this time, he would probably go to the cafeteria with Wang Ruoyun to eat, but now that the fat man has been in and out of the same way with his girlfriend, he is left alone, and he is not in the mood to eat.

His need for food has become less and less negligible, which means that he has become a non-human creature.

This is not something to be thankful for, as the lifespan of a human being determines his character: short-sighted or aggressive.

Most people are short-sighted, dog-and-fly camps. A very small number of noble people devote their limited lives to infinitely great causes.

Fang Cheng defended himself that he was not a noble person, but just doing what he could.

For example, changing people's lives, making the world a little better, and making life better for more people.

He didn't lack money, he didn't care about fame and fortune, and he always had to find something to do for himself for a long time to come.

"Excuse me, is there anyone here?" At the next table, there stood a short-haired girl in jeans and a down jacket.

She looked ordinary, just like most college girls.

Not outstanding enough, not bold, so the tone of speech is a bit submissive.

"No, I'm leaving" Fang Cheng put away a few novel books at hand and prepared to put them back on the bookshelf.

"Thank you...... By the way, can you show me this book?"

She pointed to a copy of Yu Hua's "Alive" in Fang Cheng's hand.

"This book is not for you" Fang Cheng shook his head and rejected her request.

The girl smiled, a little embarrassed, and looked at Fang Cheng with a strange look.

Fang Cheng grabbed the books, staggered over, and went to the bookshelf to put the books back one by one.

Sometimes, great memories can also help in life. For example, the ability to recognize people without forgetting.

He had seen this girl in the library more than once, and every time she saw her, she always looked like she wanted to say something, and now she took the initiative to speak to him, which surprised him a little.

Maybe Fang Cheng surprised her by chance, and silently rehearsed the partner of the conversation for a long time.

And for Fang Cheng, she is just an insignificant background board in life.

Sometimes, being able to peek into other people's minds makes many things meaningless, and life is a lot less hopeful and fun because of it.

"Do you come to the library every day?" the girl mustered up the courage to stand beside him.

Fang Cheng glanced in her direction, "You're blocking me"

Loss and embarrassment, these emotions instantly swept through her heart, making her blush, like shrimp just under the oil pot.

Because a student ID card can borrow up to five books, Fang Cheng selected four books on the shelf, namely "The Great Gatsby", "Human Disqualification", "Walden" and "Tagore's Poems".

"Are you coming again tomorrow?" the girl was a little unwilling.

Fang Cheng glanced at her deeply, and soon saw her innermost thoughts: she was very apprehensive in anticipation.

"If it's just a boring gambling contract, let's stop in moderation" Fang Cheng didn't pay any attention to her, and walked directly to the borrowing and returning office.

After walking out of the library, the sky was already a little dark, it was the winter solstice, and the drizzle sneaked into the collar with the wind, and it was a little chilly.

"Classmate, I don't understand what you mean"

The haunted girl followed, blocking his way.

After Fang Cheng glanced at her, he turned his head to look at the sky and said, "The fungus doesn't know how to go back, and the cockroach doesn't know the spring and autumn, so you can do it yourself."

He knew that the other party didn't really want to have something with him, it was just a bet between friends, but she believed it.

Sometimes, human nature is like this, blind and persistent.

"I believe in my own taste, and I have no interest in making friends, do you understand this" Fang Cheng was used to going straight, and he didn't care if it would hit her too hard.

When the girl heard this, her face turned a little pale, and she gritted her teeth and said, "So, can you tell me your name?"

"Fang Cheng"

"Sure enough, you are Fang Cheng" After the girl confirmed that it was him, her mood suddenly became happy.

"What are you looking for me?" Fang Cheng looked at her seriously, not letting go of any thought that popped into her mind.

"I don't know if you still remember eating in the cafeteria that day, I swiped your card, and I haven't had time to pay you back. She said with some embarrassment.

When Fang Cheng heard her say this, he remembered a lot of past events, but at that time, he had paid attention to this girl's face at all.

"No need, just let me invite you"

"Then what's the matter, I can't take advantage of you" The girl scratched her head, and finally had an idea, "Well, let's have dinner together later, and I'll help you pay for it." ”

"No need, I'm in a hurry" Fang Cheng said with some disgust, not knowing why he had always encountered such self-righteous and inexplicable people recently.

"Sorry for the interruption" Fortunately, she was still a little ashamed and didn't chase after her.

……

"How's it, what's it, do you want to get the phone number?" Yu Shuzhen saw Zhang Yang returning to the dormitory, and immediately asked.

"No, he doesn't get oil and salt, it's just a lump of wood," Zhang Yang said angrily. She was the short-haired girl she had accosted Fang Cheng in the library.

"Hehe, I just said it, how can the male god Cheng be the same as those bewitching sluts, he must be cold. ”

"It's an iceberg, not a cold!" Zhang Yang complained as he took a cup to the water dispenser to get water.

"It's all the same anyway, it's all my dish," Yu Shuzhen said nymphomaniac.

"Hmph, why don't you go by yourself?"

"Oh, Zhang Yang, don't be so stingy, okay, you know I have heterosexual social phobia," she sat on the top bunk, her long, white legs swaying in the air, not knowing when it would fall.