On the second day, I woke up early in the morning, and when I didn't have classes in the morning, I went to the library to look for some materials for English speeches. "How to find your way to your life" is this ethereal theme, and to put it bluntly, isn't it just to write an uplifting chicken soup for the soul?

I stared at the subject and pondered, how on earth could I find my way in life? My immediate priority is to find a way to go back to 2020 or stay in 2007 with peace of mind. I sighed, shook my head again, and thought, "Forget it, I think my priority should be how to get this prize."

It's just that in the past, I could probably have written an empty article, and I could still be quiet in my own writing, but now, I am a person who presents facts and reasones, and if you want to find information, the library must be the best choice.

"Mumu, where are you going early in the morning?" Xu Yan started from the bed and asked me with a confused look in his eyes.

"I'll go to the library and find some materials."

"You wait for me for a while, and I'll go with you."

I looked at the time: "Well, it's not even eight o'clock, and there is no class in the morning, are you sure you have to get up so early?" At this point, you should still be in a dream. ”

"Then you don't either." As she spoke, she hurriedly packed up.

I actually forgot that I used to be famous for my love of sleep, and this is probably how I slept through my beautiful college life, which is really a sin. Now, I've forgotten what sleep is, my biological clock is set to the core, and my head seems to wake up from 6 to 6 o'clock as if I have been set up with an alarm. Speaking of which, I don't know whether to Xie Xingfan or blame him, when I was in school before, he tried to save me from sleep, but my desire to sleep was too strong, I turned off my mobile phone directly, and he couldn't help me. After living together, he finally extended his grip to me again, and of course, this time, no matter how much I pretended to be dead, he still let him succeed. I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning and ran for nearly ten years, spring, summer, autumn and winter, every day, unless I encountered force majeure weather conditions, so at that time, I wished it would rain every day. It was only later that I got used to running and running, and even when he wasn't around, I would still get up and go for a run.

"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's repeated questioning pulled me back from those memories that I had long forgotten. She has always been competitive, and she has always been the person who has attracted attention in the class, so she feels that she is being compared to me and feels a little lost.

Seeing that I didn't speak, she cleared her throat, lowered her posture a little and continued: "Forget about yesterday's intensive reading class, I'll just treat you as if you were fooled, what about the spoken language later?" Tell me the secret!" She narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly at me.

Speaking lessons? It was then that I realized that maybe I was acting a little too much in the speaking class yesterday. To put it simply, in the first speaking class of the new semester yesterday, the new foreign teacher was a young and humorous male teacher, and after he introduced himself, he asked everyone to introduce themselves one by one. When it was my turn, I forgot for a moment that I was introducing myself and chatting with my teacher, and during the chat, I learned that he was from New York, and unfortunately, I went to New York a few times because of my work, and my immediate boss happened to be an out-and-out New Yorker, so I couldn't help but talk a little more. After class, the foreign teacher also asked for a phone call, saying that he had just come to Yucheng and was not familiar with many places, so he wanted to rely on me to help a lot, so I was naturally respectful rather than obedient.

"You say, don't hide it." Xu Yan held the hands of my arms and shook them lightly, and said coquettishly to me.

It's just that what do I say, saying that I suddenly opened up the second pulse of Rendu? Say I'm suddenly being alien-informed? Say I went to the United States for two months in the summer? It doesn't seem to be very reliable.

"Oh, that, actually, I was working as a tour guide during the summer vacation, receiving aliens, phew, the kind of foreigners, and I came into contact with foreigners every day, and my spoken language naturally went up," I said nonsense.

She nodded, as if she thought what I was saying 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. It's just that the silence in the museum really overwhelms me, as if I will offend everyone and the silence if I make a little noise. So I had to tiptoe to start my quest for information.

On the floor of the museum, there are occasional couple-like classmates snuggling up and reading, and it's really nice to be young. 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 that Xingfan recommended me to read a few years ago, he said that I am very similar to the heroine in the book, casual and frank, and he said that you will definitely like this 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 stand on my tiptoes, trying to make a final struggle, but my height was there, and I looked up at the book and thought to myself, that is really a height that I can't reach no matter how hard I try, so why should I do nothing here. I sighed, there were things, like the fact that height can never be changed. I'm a little depressed, this kind of sad mood hasn't appeared in me for many years, is it because I've become younger, so I have this temperament again? Sure enough, sadness is only for people who have nothing to do all day long and have no pressure.

"This one?" A clean, slender hand crossed over my head, calmly pulled out the book, and whispered in my ear.

This kind of idol drama-like scene will happen to me again? Which handsome guy is so conscious? I turned my head, Xingfan's face was about less than ten centimeters away from me at this moment, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, with a hint of detachment in his smile, and naturally kept his distance. Such a familiar face, a face that I could clearly distinguish even with my eyes closed, at this moment, I had to pretend that I was not familiar with him.

I didn't know what to say, I just felt as if no matter what I said, I would be mistaken by him for a psychopath. So I simply shut up and nodded slightly. He looked at me, stars shining in his eyes, looked at the book in his hand again, and said, "Soulmate."

"What?" As an English major, I even asked people what soulmate meant, and I really took the wrong medicine.

"Oh, I mean, the heroes and heroines in this book seem to me like soulmates to each other." He looked at me carefully, smiled in a beautiful arc and lowered his voice, "You look like the heroine." ”

He...... actually said the same thing as Xingfan. I was stunned and didn't know when I took the book from his hand. When he saw that I didn't say anything and turned to leave, 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 the soulful and beautiful way he sang this song still makes me feel heartbroken, just like the lyrics say: I can't take my mind off you.

On the way back to school, it was pouring rain, 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.

"I'm sorry, but I actually wanted to say thank you." I gestured to the book in my hand.

He fled from my sight in a bit of a panic.

I clutched the book in my hand, spun around and selected a few suitable books, and walked to the seat I had occupied earlier.

He...... He was sitting in the seat I occupied, Xu Yan saw me coming, shook his hand at me, and squeezed his eyes to signal me not to go over. 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.

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

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

Shen Xingfan's mood: Why does her behavior always attract my attention.