A sour and swollen feeling immediately surged into the corners of her eyes, and Chen Huiran immediately turned her head and took a deep breath. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The last time I felt like this was probably the day before my 14th birthday.

Puffing out her mouth and pursing her lips, Chen Huiran grabbed the stone in her hand hard, the rough stone hurt a little in her palm, but she didn't care, as long as she could help herself restrain the urge to look to the right.

He chose a small pebble from the palm of his left hand, threw it towards the water with his right hand, and after "banging" three or four ups and downs on the water, Chen Huiran finally couldn't help but turn to the right.

Li Quan's eyes were also looking at her.

She smiled reciprocatingly, but it took too much effort to twitch the corners of her mouth.

She had no choice but to turn around again and look at the lake, and suddenly saw that the ripples brought by the stones were still rippling on the water.

At the same time, Li Quan was also a little confused, he couldn't read the expression on Chen Huiran's face that seemed to be smiling or not smiling, but he vaguely remembered that such an expression had definitely been seen with his own eyes in the past year.

The steps under his feet were still moving forward, but his mind was stuck on the shore of the small lake.

After walking about a few hundred meters away like this, Zhuo Qinglian, who had been only talking all the time, finally reacted, and turned his head to look at Li Quan with some surprise, "Senior, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?" ”

"Ah, it's fine." Li Quan woke up from the cool breeze on the shore of the lake, and stroked the hair on his forehead to the top of his head with both hands, "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that there was something else, I'll go first." ”

I don't care about any emotion and face anymore, this kind of superficial work is good, and now I'm going where I need to go.

"Okay, senior, you slow ......"

didn't let her finish a word, and Li Quan had already run away. Zhuo Qinglian tilted his little head in some confusion and wrinkled his delicate nose.

Probably much faster than participating in the sports meeting, Li Quan gasped and rushed to the place where Chen Huiran was before, but he found that there was only an old banyan tree that was a mixture of dark gray and rust brown.

Damn, what about the willow bank that was good.

Li Quan slapped his thigh fiercely, straightened up and looked around the wide square in front of the small lake, but he couldn't find the figure he was looking for anywhere.

You can't let it appear a third time, can you?

Such an idea suddenly floated in Li Quan's mind, and he didn't know where it came from, let alone where it would go.

At the end of October, the weather in the south of the country is somewhat cooler. A gust of wind blew from the surface of the lake, and the thin and narrow leaves of the banyan tree could not be blocked, and slapped on Li Quan's face in every detail.

At half past five in the afternoon of the same day, Li Quan packed up his mood and appeared at a bookstore that I don't know whether to say that it was a bookstore that also sells drinks, or a café that sells books.

Let's think it's a café first.

This café is the place where Li Quan and Zhou Qingyang agreed to meet.

According to the agreement between the two last Friday, the future tutoring matters are routinely arranged on Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings, because he needs to participate in the school football team training on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and he wants to rest on Sunday.

Li Quan naturally didn't have much opinion on such an arrangement, but he was a little puzzled, with Zhou Qingyang's thin and small body that was not as good as his sister, how he mixed into the school team and became the captain.

But then he thought that Messi had more Ballon d'Or than Ronaldo, so he was a little relieved.

Although what happened this morning caused me to be in a bad mood all day, life is still life, and an agreement is an agreement, and there is no reason to break the contract because I am in a bad mood.

Especially if you are still Party B.

Li Quan was just about to enter the door when someone behind him patted him on the shoulder. He looked back and saw that Zhou Qingyang, who had just finished school, arrived with a schoolbag on his back, so the two entered the store together.

By the way, the reason why they didn't make an appointment at home like last time was because both of them had lingering feelings about their elusive and black-bellied sister, and they really didn't want to be "caught" by her again.

After entering the store, the two found a corner and sat down, and casually beckoned the clerk to order a drink.

In fact, judging from the popularity of this restaurant, the drinks may not be very good, but the two just prefer its relatively quiet environment, and they don't have too many requirements for the rest.

Zhou Qingyang took out a bunch of textbooks and teaching aids from his schoolbag and told Li Quan that he would write his homework first, and Li Quan, who charged by the hour, naturally had nothing to be unhappy about, and immediately agreed to him happily.

In fact, according to the few test papers he saw on Friday, Li Quan had already made a rough assessment of Zhou Qingyang's math scores, and also formulated a preliminary tutoring policy.

That is, I can make up a little bit and calculate a little, but the mountains have collapsed, and I still care about what turtle shells.

For his bad situation, Li Quan felt that professional tutors might not be able to rejuvenate, let alone become a halfway monk like himself.

Out of friendliness and sincerity, he also asked Zhou Qingyang if he should participate in more professional tutoring, but was rejected by the other party.

Wise and martial like Zhou's mother, she naturally wouldn't know that her proud good son needed more professional help.

However, the good son put more effort into football, and he refused to allow more professional, but also more time-consuming and labor-intensive professional help. Even the tutor here reluctantly agreed after knowing that it was provided by Li Quan, and he didn't know how much Wu Tong's affection accounted for.

In the face of such a willful little public act, Li Quan sometimes wonders if his liquidated damages have been paid.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Quan couldn't help but shake his spirits, sat up straight, and supervised the other party's study, until he saw that the other party was indeed doing his homework seriously instead of studying and fugue, then he took a sip of the coffee that was already a little cold, got up and went to the book area to find a book to read.

Perhaps because of its location in a university town, the shop is a little cheaper, but the book section of this café is a bit outrageous.

Or rather, it's simply a bookstore that doubles as a drink.

But let's count it as a café first.

Li Quan wandered unhurriedly among dozens of bookcases, and had a general idea of the bookstore's style.

It is a combination of priorities and urgency, with the depth and heaviness of Zweig and Márquez, and the lightness and brightness of Kamaike and Ma and Kawahara; During this period, there are also some stalwart writers such as Ishida Yiliang, George Martin and Liu Cixin, who are of different nationalities and categories, but still wander on the mainstream and the fringes of the public.

If you have to sum it up in one sentence, it is that most of them are novels, and they have a great appetite for Li Quan.

So after hesitating and tangling for a long time, Li Quan still pulled out a translated version of "Norwegian Wood" from the bookcase. He never gets tired of reading this book, regardless of the rest, just the fact that people born in the 40s can create works that make himself born in the 90s feel empathy and relate to him, which is enough to make Li Quan respect and admire.