Zeng Danqing's study is three to four as big as an ordinary study. The study room is separated by a full-top bookshelf, both sides of the bookshelf are full of books, and on the east side, there are all kinds of more professional books, such as computer type, scientific research type, the most cutting-edge books, such as quantum mechanics books, there are also a lot of them.

On the large desk on the east side, there is a large high-powered and very expensive desktop computer, as well as two high-end laptops, which are open at the same time.

There's a huge 3D printer in the back of a desktop computer, and a regular printer next to it.

There was also a large and very strange machine, placed in the middle of three computers, with data cables connecting to each of them.

On the west side of the large bookshelf, there are some literary books, some martial arts books, some I Ching gossip books, such as Taoist books, such as Inner Dan Du, Outer Danshu, Xiuzhen Taijitu, etc., there are also many of them. There are also some printouts, which are also neatly arranged on the shelves.

The space on the west side is also very large, but there is no desk, and the floor is covered with a thick carpet.

Outside the study, there is a long and wide balcony, on which a chaise longue is placed.

Zeng Danqing lay down on the recliner on the balcony, and a ray of slanting sun shone on him.

He closed his eyes and remembered many things from the past.

He remembered a figure that had often appeared twenty-seven or eight years ago, the girl with "Xiaoqin" in her name.

said that it had "Xiaoqin" in her name, but in fact, he didn't really know her name.

All he knew was that they were in the same grade in high school.

Twenty-nine years ago, at the age of fourteen and a half, he was admitted to the best high school in the county, Tianzhi No. 1 Middle School, and he came to the city from a remote mountain village.

At that time, I did not wear a school uniform.

Because his family was poor, he wore simple and old-fashioned clothes, often wearing Zhongshan clothes that only middle-aged men wear. A piece of clothing is often worn for a week.

He wore a pair of liberated shoes on his feet, never wore socks, and in the winter, he often ran under the faucet to wash his feet in cold water, and sometimes took cold showers.

And she, at a glance, knew that she came from the county town, and all kinds of trendy clothes were changed and worn.

In summer and autumn, she wears a beautiful knee-length skirt with a white calf showing out from underneath, and a pair of bright sandals on her feet, sometimes white and pink sneakers.

She usually wears crisp white socks, sometimes pink.

She likes to comb her hair into a bangs shape with a beautiful bow.

Soon after the start of the first year of high school, on the way to the cafeteria to eat, she walked in front, he just walked behind her, and the first thing he saw was her bare white calves.

For the first time, he realized that a girl's legs could be so white, dazzlingly white, and so white that they moistened his heart.

Then, he saw the bright sandals and pink socks she was wearing, and he realized for the first time that girls could be dressed so specially.

The world he used to see was nothing but dirt.

Even the house has a lot of mud, the floor is mud, and the walls are adobe walls.

The girl in the countryside also seems to be earthy. He often rolled up his trouser legs in the rice fields, and his legs were covered with black and thick mud.

But this girl, a girl from the city, after she was dressed like this, she could actually draw a scenery a thousand times more beautiful than flowers on the monotonous cement pavement of the campus.

He was so surprised and too shocked.

At this time, he almost stopped, unable to walk.

She was still walking in front of her, unaware of his existence.

It wasn't until she walked a little farther that he dared to raise his head and look at the upper part of her body, her movement was like a swaying flower, and every part of her body was aptly dividing the flower-scented air in the campus.

He thought that where she walked, the air was divided and rippled like layers of water waves.

Her waist, her hair, her bows, her height, her flailing arms, her back, he remembered them all.

People are so strange, when they meet each other, once they meet, they will meet again.

When you don't have the opportunity to meet again, once you lose, you will lose again, and you will never see each other again.

Not long after, he ran into her again on the road.

He only had to look at that back to know it was her.

No, he only had to see the bow in the distance, the flicking arm, the sandals, the socks to know it was her.

He would keep staring there until she disappeared from his vision.

He would stare in the direction in which she appeared, and if she had just turned around and faced him, he would immediately blush, pretend to walk away, and walk away.

At first, he didn't dare to face her head-on, so that all his imagination of her was everything on the back, and occasionally he saw a little sideways.

The side is like a crescent moon, beautiful.

One day, he met her again, and she walked ahead of him, and what he saw was her back.

At this time, a female classmate of hers came across and suddenly took her hand and asked her to follow her.

She turned around, and the two of them, within close range of him, looked at each other.

He didn't have time to turn his head away, and he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

He looked straight ahead, just in time to see her face, and he was still staring at hers.

There seemed to be infinite affection in her eyes, and there seemed to be infinite clarity.

She suddenly turned around, her eyes just fixed on him.

Her eyes hesitated before slowly moving away.

At that moment, he actually saw something he had never dared to think before: she could also look at him.

He never dared to imagine that she would look at him, or, suddenly, she would see him.

What he didn't dare to imagine was that he saw an extremely delicate and beautiful face.

This face is so similar to Yang Tianjiao who appeared today, in memory, the only difference is that she is much shorter than Yang Tianjiao, Yang Tianjiao is at least 1.73 meters, and she only looks 1.63 meters. Of course, in that southern campus, the girl is 1.63 meters, which is already tall.

For the first time, he heard her silver bell-like laughter, beautiful talking.

However, he was too nervous and excited to hear what they were saying.

He had insomnia for her for several nights.

For a long time later, when he met on the road, he didn't dare to look at her, for fear that she would know that he was staring at her.

In his eyes, she is a white cloud in the sky, often changing different colors and shapes, and he is always so similar in clothes and shoes week after week, he himself feels that he is an old earthen wall in the corner of the campus.

He had the idea that to look at her more was to blaspheme and to commit a crime.

didn't look at her, but he thought more about her figure and her every movement.

He never confides in anyone, just thinks silently in his heart.

As long as he can't see her one day, he will be very disappointed and sad.

He could see her, but he only dared to glance at her from a distance, and he didn't have the courage to approach.

He didn't even have the courage to take a closer look, let alone say a word to her.

He was not good at dealing with girls in the first place, and from that day on, he didn't dare to take the initiative to say anything to girls.

He often captures the smile when he sees her, and every movement, every detail, such as the graceful appearance of the gentle tiptoe lifting, he will repeat it over and over again.

He seemed to read some of the symbols of her body, but he didn't seem to know anything.