"I remember that Mo Zhengyan used to like to go to the library to read books, what kind of animals and insects." Teacher Chen is still laughing and reminiscing about those years.

Mo Zhengyan said. "Just take a look."

"Does he still like to watch that?" Teacher Chen asked Song Qiyue.

"Animals and insects, I didn't pay attention, but he can read a dictionary for a long time." Song Qiyue laughed in response.

"Cheng Qingning, do you like photo albums......" Teacher Chen said again.

Cheng Qingning nodded, and Li Chengyi said, "She still likes it now, and she usually likes to take pictures when she has nothing to do." ”

After that, he talked about the anecdotes in the school, those competitions, distant, and memories that did not belong to Song Qiyue.

This one night. In the end, I don't know how it ended, Song Qiyue greeted Teacher Chen and saluted him with wine. She suddenly wanted to get herself drunk. drank a few glasses, but was stopped by Mo Zhengyan, and she didn't drink again. Finally, the dinner was dispersed.

Mo Zhengyan helped her into the car, she smiled goodbye to them, and he asked in his ear. "Drunk?"

"Nope." Song replied.

She wasn't drunk.

It's just a few glasses of wine, how can you get drunk.

But it was very light, she still smiled and asked, "Zhengyan, when you were in school before, did you have a crush on anyone, which girl with good academic performance and good looks." ”

But he didn't answer. Just put his arm around her and said, "What a stupid thing." ”

The car was speeding away. In the other car, there was silence.

Cheng Qingning never spoke, and Li Chengyi did not either.

I don't know how long it took, Cheng Qingning said, "Can you not be so boring." ”

"Why are you bored, I finally came to Nancheng, isn't today's meal very meaningful?" Li Chengyi asked rhetorically.

"Li Chengyi, you don't have to ask knowingly." Cheng Qingning stared.

"Are you referring to me asking you to know this before?" Li Chengyi smiled, his voice was low, "Qingning, what are you worried about, what are you admitting, it's not an old lover, it's not that you've been dumped." You have my backing now, and it's not bad at all. ”

"Li Chengyi!" Cheng Qingning snorted in a low voice, and she said, "Are you enough!" ”

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I won't say anything." Li Chengyi responded, he looked ahead and said, "Since you don't want to, then even if that Mrs. Mo comes to ask me, I won't say." ”

"Absolutely not." He repeated, as if swearing.

Cheng Qingning lowered his eyes and was silent, and Li Chengyi said again, "However, you'd better take the medicine on time and heal your wounds well, I don't want to take my wife to the banquet at that time, she can't wear a dress anymore, so she can't take it out." ”

Cheng Qingning still didn't respond, and Li Chengyi suddenly shouted coldly, "Did you hear it!" ”

The cold drink made the drivers in front of them tremble, the steering wheel was unstable, and the car was crooked.

Cheng Qingning moved his lips, and then responded, "I heard it." ”

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At the end of the inspection in the past few days, the detailed report was sent to Bona. Bona is still researching here, so Song July is empty on this day. According to Mo Zhengyan's meaning, let her walk anywhere when she is empty, which can be regarded as a distraction. And she was not in the mood to relax, after all, she had to wait for Boena's receipt.

Waiting, it always takes patience.

There will be a reply to the success of the project, but what about her waiting?

Song Qiyue didn't know how long the wait could be or how long it could be, she was about to lose her load. Maybe it's because this wait has no results and no set time, so it's at a loss.

In the afternoon, Song Qiyue had nothing to do, and left the company alone, and she also planned to go outside. Mo Zhengyan has been very busy these days, and he rushed to Taipei for a meeting today, and he will probably come back in a few days. When he was alone, Song Qiyue had a feeling of emptiness.

Picking up her mobile phone to call the old house, Aunt Xu told her that everything was fine, and Mrs. Mo took Yangyang out for a walk, so she was not at home.

Song Qiyue answered, looking at the weather here in Nancheng, it was also so splendid, it was really suitable for going out, she hung up the line.

She was aimless, walking in Nancheng, she didn't want to visit those scenery, just because she was alone, so she didn't have that mood, she had already understood early on that traveling, enjoying the beautiful scenery, you need to be accompanied by someone, otherwise no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be in vain.

Just walking like this, Song Qiyue came to the bus stop. The bus came and went, she looked at the stop sign blankly, and inadvertently, she saw the name of the platform of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School. When I looked at this, I felt as if I had a thought in my heart.

When the bus arrived, she resolutely got on.

It was a working day, so it was also class time, Song Qiyue registered with the doorman, and only said that he was here to visit the teacher, so he went in.

The campus is verdant, very peaceful, along the road, I don't know where to go, Song Qiyue strolled, but found a road, on that road, the camphor tree grew exceptionally well, especially tall and tall.

She looked up, the sunlight seeping down, mottled light and shadow, scattered and unclear.

She looked down again, and there was a building in front of her, but it turned out to be a library.

This is not a library belonging to Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, but a public library built nearby.

This will make Song Qiyue think of Mo Zhengyan.

He loves to read.

She stopped here, couldn't help but walk in.

The library was quiet in the afternoon, with a few people, but no students. Song Qiyue had no intention of reading at the moment, so he took a book at random, flipped through a few pages, and put it back. Walking on the bookshelf, two children in the aisle are holding a book and whispering.

"This butterfly is so beautiful......"

"Yes, red! What breed? ”

The two children discussed intently, and then put down the books in their hands to put them back on the shelves, but because they were short and couldn't put them down, Song Qiyue saw it and took the book, "I'll help you." ”

"Thank you." The two children thanked each other and turned to leave.

Song Qiyue was really not interested in these insects and butterflies and the like, but maybe it was because of everything that had happened in the past few days that she was interested. She opened the book and looked, and there was a detailed description of the species of butterflies, and she flipped through it.

Suddenly, a page was fixed in my hand, because the butterfly was exactly the same as the one I had seen before!

It's the butterfly decoration on the jewelry box! That's the one!

She looked at the annotation below, the Goddess of Light butterfly, which belongs to the most beautiful of the big blue flash butterflies, the most beautiful butterfly in the world.

The most beautiful butterfly.

Song Qiyue looked fixedly, and couldn't take his eyes off it for a while.

After a long time, she looked down again, trying to forget the memory of Fang Cai, and she flipped through it so quickly that she turned to the end at once. I inadvertently turned the page, and I saw that on the last page of this book, there was the name of the debit book list.

I'm afraid it's a long-cherished book in the library, a long time ago, that's why there is such entry, but now it's all smart, and it's starting to use barcode entry. But now, after all, it has left a mark.

For example, that line shows that the seal engraved is the trace stamped on it - Mo Zhengyan in the third year of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.

Above that name, there is another person - Cheng Qingning, a class a year from Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.

Names side by side, the same school, different grades, but they finally appeared in the field of vision!

They used to borrow the same book!

This kind of cognition, suddenly, really coincidentally, made Song Qiyue feel that this world is really small, how can it be so small, how can it be let her see?

Putting down this one, she took down the next one and looked at it, and turned to the end, and sure enough, it was the same!

Take another copy and it's still the same!

Song Qiyue held the book, she looked up and saw that this subject was animals and insects!

What else is there? What else?

Then, as if in a magical way, she wrote down the debit numbers of the two of them, and she went to the registration desk of the library, where she asked the registrar to check the debited books she had previously debited. After repeated questioning, the registrar agreed, searched in the computer, and finally pulled out the list.

She thanked and took it, and looked at the list, a long list of catalogs, all of the books he and she had debited. Sadachi craftsman.

Song Qiyue looked at the list, she walked to the library floor, and with the book list, she was crazy, and she flipped through all the books they had read, everything she could find.

Finally, she saw the sporadic exchanges that had been on the old book list and the record card.

- See you at the old place on Wednesday.

It's his handwriting.

- I've read it all.

It's unfamiliar, but it's a girl's handwriting.

There was no excessive emotion, just like a simple message, but it was left on the paper behind the book.

Song Qiyue flipped through one book after another, only from this word, as if he had seen that period of the past, youth was too innocent, it was really not stained with dust, and it was still fragrant. The wind blows, but it is the fragrance of the camphor tree.

——The camphor tree on Library Road is the most beautiful in Nancheng.

- The azure dress you wear, it looks the best.

The girl left a sentence behind, and the boy responded.

Song Qiyue suddenly remembered that when she first came to Nancheng, on the way to leave Changxiang, she said: The camphor trees here grow really tall and good.

But he said, "It's not the best."

Where is the best camphor tree, it turns out that it is just the same road they once walked together.

Cyan, the most beautiful color he said, turned out to be just a touch of color that had fluttered on her body.

Song Qiyue was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. She put the book down, leaving the last one in her hand, which was a Chinese translation.

"Cienanosdesoledad", One Hundred Years of Solitude.

One hundred years of solitude.

His favorite book. -#~Wonderful ♥ Pen ♣ Pavilion?++

These preferences were all known from the mouths of others, and they are verified one by one at this moment.

She opened the book "Cienanosdesoledad", and at the end, her fingers froze at once, and she couldn't help herself for a moment.

At the end of that page, there was a line written - Be my girlfriend.

What a strange and distant word, girlfriend.

By his side, there have been so many women, girlfriends he has never admitted.

The confession many years ago has gone through time, but it still leaves a mark after all.

Even though they didn't admit it, Song Qiyue still saw it.

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