It's been a week, and it's Saturday again, so I think I should take advantage of this great time to study. In the morning, I got up early, and Xu Yan also got up uncharacteristically early.

I laughed and said, "Aren't you supposed to be in a dream at this time?" ”

"Aren't you the same?"

I forgot that I used to be notoriously sleepy.

"Are you going to the library? I'll go with you. She hurriedly packed up.

Along the way, she pulled me and kept asking me how to improve my speaking.

The reason was yesterday's first speaking class of the new semester, the new foreign teacher was a young and humorous male teacher, who introduced himself and asked everyone to introduce themselves one by one. When it was my turn, I forgot for a moment that I was introducing myself and talking to the teacher. I had worked in a foreign company for five years, and my speaking was probably similar to that of a native speaker, and while the foreign teacher was surprised by my speaking level, the students in the class were also dumbfounded.

"What the hell is going on with you, I remember last semester, the teacher asked you to answer questions, and you were still stumbling, why did you look like a different person yesterday?" Xu Yan asked again and again. She has always been very strong and her spoken language has always been outstanding in the class, so I feel that I am inferior to me, and I feel a little lost.

Oh, thirteen years have passed, who will still be as shy as ever. I really didn't know how to answer, so I said nonsense that I was working as a foreign language tour guide during the summer vacation, and I was in contact with foreigners every day, and my spoken language naturally improved. She nodded, probably thinking that what I had said made sense.

We went to the second floor of the library, first found a place to occupy a seat, and then began to look for books to read. The second floor of the library was my favorite floor of the year, which not only contains books on literature and language, but also books on telecommunication technology, mechanical automation, and computers. So Xingfan and I often came to this layer to study.

The building is quiet, the air is filled with the faint smell of books, and the smooth and clean floor seems to illuminate the shadows. Looking at the rows of neatly displayed books on the shelves, I was still a little moved, I missed this place so much, I didn't expect that I would be able to come back here.

I saw the occasional couple of classmates snuggling up and reading books on the floor, just like us back then.

I looked down and smiled, swiping my fingertips over the books as I searched for them, and I glanced up - '84, Charing Cross Road'. This is a book recommended to me by Xingfan a few years ago, and he said that I am very similar to the heroine in the book, casual and frank. He said you'll love the book. He bought the original English version and gave it to me, but the book, which I only opened once, looked at it a few times and then discarded it on the shelf.

The only thing that impressed me was the sentence on the front page: If you happen to pass by 84, Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me! I owe it so much…

I tried to tiptoe, but I still couldn't get there. A clean, slender hand crossed over to me, calmly pulled out the book, and whispered in my ear, "This one?" ”

I turned my head, and at this moment, Xingfan's face was only about ten centimeters away from me. He lowered his eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of detachment in his smile, and naturally kept his distance. Such a familiar face, a face I could clearly distinguish even with my eyes closed, but at this moment I had to pretend that I was not familiar with him.

I nodded. He looked at me, his eyes shining with stars, and whispered, "I think you resemble the author of this book." ”

I was stunned for a moment, took the book in his hand, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he turned to leave, and I impulsively grabbed his hand. At that moment, the memories that belonged to us thirteen years ago suddenly came back to my mind like a flood that burst the embankment.

The first time he asked me out, I was reading on the second floor of the library. It was one night in March and he texted me to ask where I was and I said in the library.

Five minutes later, he said then you go downstairs.

The March night was still cool, but it was surprisingly warm, and as I walked up the steps in front of the library's door, I saw him waiting for me silently by the fountain in the distance. His hair grew a little, and the broken hair on his forehead slightly covered his eyes. In the light, in the moonlight, his slender figure seemed to glow. He said his friend's cousin had opened a new music bar nearby and asked him to come and cheer him on.

He asked me a little shyly if I would like to go with him, who would refuse such a clean, good-looking and gentle boy?

There were not many people in the bar, it was quiet, and there were couples sitting in twos and threes. He played and sang "The Blower's Daughter" to himself in the bar, and he sang it with a soulful and beautiful look

It makes me feel excited, just like the lyrics say: I can't take my mind off you.

On the way back to school, it was raining, and I hid in his coat and ran side by side with him in the rain. He whispered in my ear, "I'll never find someone new." It was like a warm and romantic scene in an idol drama. In this way, we were tacitly together.

At that time, I felt that even this sudden rain was like a piece of music composed for us by God, beautiful and intoxicating.

"Classmate, what's wrong with you?" His faint words pulled me back from my memories to reality. He watched as I held his hand tightly, visibly cramped.

"Oh, I ..... you like Jupiter?" As soon as the words ended, I regretted what I was asking.

His eyes flickered a little, and he probably didn't know how to answer, so he said three words in a hurry: "Happy...... Rejoice. He glanced at our hand, then at me, and motioned for me to let go.

Well, I knew he liked it. I loosened up and clung to it and said, "Also, that, I'm not Jiang Shu's girlfriend." With that, I let go of his hand.

He smiled at me and said, "I know. ”

He knows? What do you mean? How did he know? I was about to ask him, but he disappeared from my sight.

I clutched the book in my hand, spun around again, and walked to the seat I had occupied earlier.

He...... He was sitting in the seat I occupied, and when Xu Yan saw me coming, he shook his hand at me and squeezed his eyes again. I watched from afar, and although they didn't speak, they just sat next to each other and read a book, but they were also pleasing to the eye.

Du Yue's text message: "Da Mu, accompany me to watch the basketball game at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

I came to my senses, now is the time for the autumn basketball game, yes, there will be half a year for Xingfan and I to be together, and in this half year, I probably spend most of my time with Du Yue to be a nymphomaniac with Jiang Shu.

Shen Xingfan's mood: What kind of medicine did I take wrong to believe the nonsense of a strange girl?