On the weekend, everyone went out, and I was the only one in the empty dorm. www.biquge.info I don't have a place to go, and I don't have anyone to play with. I spent half a day in the dormitory and decided to go to the library to read a book.

Our school has two libraries, one is very large, a total of more than a dozen stories high. But it's far from our dormitory. I heard the butterfly say, it is a newly built library, the inside is particularly beautiful, the design of the library combines the concept of technology in the new era, not only makes people linger, but also has all kinds of books, every day there are many people rushing to soak there. The other library is the opposite, far from the newly built, and looks like a public toilet full of classical flavor. Not many people would want to read a book in the toilet, and without. So there are always very few people in this little library. And I went there once, and the books were pitifully few and old, but it was much closer to our dorm. I think that's probably why some people still want to go there and read books.

I'm not here to enjoy the scenery, I'm not even here to read, so I'm definitely going to be close to me. I'm just trying to make time go faster, and by the way, prove to myself that I can't forget Xiaoyue.

My impression of this small old library is that it looks like a public toilet from the outside, and that it is located under a very old plane tree. The library has four floors, and the whole tree stands upright beside it like the patron saint of the library. If I pass by here at night, in the haze, I always feel that the tree is like a giant, and I have to walk away from it, and I am really worried that its feet will suddenly come and trample me underneath.

There are quite a few people reading here on weekends, and the reading room is almost full, but it is surprisingly quiet. It seems that you can't even hear the sound of lifting a book. And they sit very upright, all with their backs back, neat and orderly. It looks extra comfortable.

I went to the third floor and borrowed a copy of She and Her, a book about lesbianism. I was just curious about what was written in it, and I was sure before I opened the book that there was absolutely nothing in it that matched me.

I sat in the reading room at the staircase leading to the fourth floor, watching quietly. A girl sat next to me with a book, and when she saw the cover of my book, she immediately stood up and wanted to leave. The sudden clash of desks and chairs made the whole reading room noisy, and many people turned their heads to look at me. I turned my gaze outside, and just then, a boy passed outside, with a light step, like a gust of wind, and walked to the top of the staircase and went up to the fourth floor.

I don't know where I got the courage, so I grabbed the girl just now and asked, "Did you see a boy walking over just now?" ”

She still looked at the book in my hand, and I said, "I'm not gay!" She said, "No, no one is passing by." I said, "What?" Am I the hell? She said, "How many calls do you have?" Actually, I'm just like you, I'm les. ”

I looked at her expression and it felt very unnatural. I said, "Okay, I'm gay. Have you ever seen a boy just walk past here? ”

She didn't speak, and strangely departed.

I'm not reconciled to the scene that just happened. Obviously, there was a boy passing by, although I didn't see his appearance clearly, but it gave me a feeling that I had never felt before, that boy seemed to suddenly come out of a painting, not the kind of handsome caricature, but the kind of oil painting that had been dusty for a long time. The whole person exudes a different, but not so unrealistic temperament.

He had just gone up to the fourth floor, and I decided to wait here for him to come down. I don't think I'm thinking anything else than to prove that my eyes aren't glazed.

By noon, there were fewer people in the library. But the boy hadn't come downstairs yet. When I think about this, I don't think about eating. I'm already in a fight with this guy I don't know, and since he doesn't eat, I won't eat. If you have the ability, it depends on who can starve whom.

After another two hours, I was a little dizzy, but at least my eyes were still bright. I lay on the table and stared at the staircase with wide eyes, looking forward to ...... Looking forward to ...... When it was time for dinner, the nasty fellow still didn't come downstairs.

I couldn't hold it anymore, I was already hungry and dizzy. I returned the book and ran towards the cafeteria, where only one window was still open, and I had just taken out my meal card, imagining that I would be able to start eating after hearing a "dripping sound". I was so happy, who knew that as soon as the tick sounded, a boy walked next to me, looking at my freshly cooked meal with pitiful eyes.

The boy in front of me is the same guy I saw in the library.

I just looked at him and remembered what he looked like, he was very good-looking, not very handsome. It's the kind that looks comfortable and makes you forget your troubles, but at the same time it produces a hint of pity, because his face is dull and his complexion is silvery white. It's like a fake face, and if you look at it a few more times, it feels a little scary.

"That's all there is left! Who the hell is eating the two of you! The aunt who bought the food shouted.

I turned around, didn't look at him, and said nervously, "You, you eat, I'm not hungry." ”

He was so angry that he left with a plate without even saying thank you.

I peeked at him from afar, and ate deliciously. I can't say why, but I'm not as hungry as I was just now.

The aunt who was buying food suddenly peeked out of the glass and said to me, "Little girl, this boy is not good character, don't hurt yourself." ”

"Auntie, do you see him often?" I say.

"Not often, but I have the impression of him, taciturn, like someone who owes him money. And at a young age, he doesn't look a little energetic. ”

"Now it's not someone else who owes him money, it's money he owes someone else." I say.

I walked over to the boy, came to him, put my hands on my knees, bent down and smiled at him, and said, "Classmate, this meal is eight yuan in total, can you give me back the money?" He looked up at me blankly, and there were several white grains of rice at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, eight bucks!" I say.

He still had the same expression, not a word. It's like I'm blackmailing him.

"The meal you're eating now is my money, so could you please give me back the money?" I said it again.

He ignored me, and in one gulp, devoured the meal, leaving only an egg. Then he looked up and said, "Do you have a pen?" I was stunned for a long time, he had already taken my school bag, took out a pen from it, and held it in the palm of his hand.

"What are you doing here? Not only ate my meal! And take my pen? I exclaimed.

He just wouldn't say anything, so I had to grab my ballpoint pen. But he just wouldn't give it to me, and the aunt who sold the rice came running over with a spoon and scolded, "What are you doing? What do you kid want to do in broad daylight? After scolding, he finally let go of his hand, put the ballpoint pen on the dining table, and said to me, "Don't worry, I will pay you back." ”

I looked into his pale eyes and knew he was talking from the heart. I don't know why, my heart was suddenly very surging, looking at him firmly, he slowly stretched his face, and his eyes were as firm as mine. I looked warm in my heart and sneered, but he ran out of the cafeteria in a hurry.

"There's something wrong with this kid! Even if you're starving to death, you won't finish your meal! What does it mean to keep an egg. The cafeteria aunt said.

"Give me the eggs, he didn't eat them anyway...... Besides, I bought this rice in the first place! "I'm a little nervous, in case my aunt thinks I'm wrong