After sending Wan Hongyu away, Zhuo Xuan returned to the campus of Tinglin University.

The words I wanted to say were still hidden in my heart, and in the end, I still didn't confide in. Because, whenever he hesitates, there is always a voice that hints to him that there is still more time, and he can wait.

Maybe it's a fear of rejection, maybe it's a fear of an unexpected thing that precedes happiness. In short, before he found his parents, he was unconsciously avoiding these things.

Shaking his head, he shook these things out of his head. Zhuo Xuan walked on the sparsely populated streets, and the grass and trees on both sides withered, showing the unique loneliness of winter, and also lining his shadow a little lonely.

……

Back in the library, it was nearly dusk.

The winter days were quite short, and before you knew it, it was getting dark, and most of the students in the library were ready to pack up and go back to their dorms. Zhuo Xuan hesitated for a moment, just after a cup of milk tea, he was not too hungry, so he simply continued to stay.

He returned to where he had just been, took down the unfinished biography of the person, and turned to the previous page; Just as he was about to continue reading, a leaf slipped out of the page.

It floated into the air, and fell to the ground under Zhuo Xuan's stunned gaze.

"It's ......"

Zhuo Xuan bent down and picked it up.

Not a leaf, but a bookmark.

The pale green bookmark smells like a hallucinatory scent, and there is a line of graceful handwriting on it: If I could turn back time one day, would I have the chance to make them all happen?

Turn back time and achieve them one by one.

Zhuo Xuan clipped it back into the book, and some empathy inexplicably arose in his heart.

Although this book is a biography, the stories recorded in it are unheard of by Zhuo Xuan. A Chinese female journalist named Chrissy took the initiative to participate in the front line of the war; In the front-line life of artillery fire and bullets, she met a handsome soldier. The soldier is not mentioned by name in the story, only by a serial number.

However, it was not long before the young soldier lost his life in the war. The female reporter survived under heavy protection, returned to her homeland, and dictated her life's experiences at an old age, which was recorded. She was unmarried all her life, and in her later years, she was riddled with illness and had many hallucinations. She grew old in waiting, or until the moment she died, and she couldn't tell if the person she was waiting for was long gone.

A story that ends in tragedy is naturally not loved by everyone, and even though it is only a biography of a character, it is still shelved. Zhuo Xuan stumbled upon it, and he just read it to kill time, where would he care about so many details.

However, the bookmark still made him care a lot.

These words are probably the best interpretation of the content of this book.

Zhuo Xuan thought about it, and couldn't help but pick up the pen. He looked at the delicate handwriting, stroke by stroke, and wrote what he thought next to it.

"You can't turn back the clock and seize the beauty of the present."

This sentence is his evaluation of the story and his own consolation.

Some words, too late to say, miss is a lifetime.

So, why not be a little braver next time?

……

For several days, Zhuo Xuan never left the dormitory again.

The atmosphere of the Chinese New Year is getting stronger and stronger, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The black watch is like a real watch, and Zhuo Xuan even discovered its timer reminder function during his morning jog.

Wan Hongyu temporarily left Tinglin City and didn't know where he went. Zhou Xueqiu seemed to have something to say when he found Zhuo Xuan last time, but in the end, he still kept silent and took the initiative to remove the trouble of being a light bulb.

The dormitory was empty, and his former roommate Wang Wankang disappeared into this world as if he had evaporated from the world. No one remembered his existence anymore, and no one took the initiative to mention that the empty bed had once been inhabited by a person.

Zhuo Xuan closed his mouth tacitly and kept silent with the other roommates who were not familiar with him.

When it was dawn, the library was open.

Sparse figures wandered in the library, and outside the study room, the occasional high-pitched reading voice came from the lower level of the library. Zhuo Xuan habitually swiped his student card, walked into yesterday's reading room, pulled out a chair and began to review. It was still early, he looked at his watch, and by the end of his mind he found yesterday's biography and wanted to read it on.

When he opened the book, he was surprised to find that the bookmark had run to the front.

Remember yesterday, he clipped it to the back half of the book with his own hands.

Is there anyone still interested in this unpopular biography?

Zhuo Xuan slowly pulled out the bookmark, but his brows gradually wrinkled inadvertently, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and another line of graceful handwriting appeared in his eyes.

The line of handwriting was written next to his own annotation: There is nothing beautiful in my heart now, only the gloom and melancholy.

This is a reply to the answer you wrote down.

"No, that's a bit of a raise......" Zhuo Xuan smiled bitterly, he wanted to advise his predecessors to work hard to grasp the present, instead of wasting time on nostalgia for the past, but the other party's reply made him laugh dumbly.

It's not as good as it used to be.

So what to reply to?

Zhuo Xuan thought for a while, held a ballpoint pen, and slowly wrote down such a line: You must have a pair of eyes to discover beauty.

After writing these words, he turned his attention to the small line.

Obviously, this is a girl's handwriting, or full of the simple thinking of some twenty-year-old youth, not deeply involved in the world, and the words written are also full of aura, which makes people can't help but like it when they read it.

Maybe it's the naïve people who attract the same naïve guys. Thinking so, Zhuo Xuan got up and stuffed the book back into its original position, looked up, and looked at the name of the book.

"Female War Correspondent Chrissy: Waiting for the Dawn".

Wait for the dawn.

He thought, too, had something to look forward to from the unknown, childish reply peculiar to youth.

……

"The museum is about to close, please pack your things so as not to leave them in the museum......"

"The museum is about to close, please pack your things so as not to leave them in the museum......"

The announcement of the female voice loop came over the radio, echoing throughout the library. The huge building was full of people, walking towards the outside of the building, and the sound of footsteps and talking from time to time was far and near, as if on the edge of a dream.

"Hmm......"

Zhuo Xuan yawned, his eyes were hazy, and he got up from the reading desk, his whole head buzzing.

The darkness before him felt strange, the void closed, and the cold wind rushed in through the gap between the window and the door, making him shiver.

He was a little ignorant for a while.

I, I'm ...... Locked in the library?