Zhou Junlan tossed and turned on the bed, the air was dull, mixed with moisture, and extremely depressed, which made her mood irritable, she had to sit up from the bed, planning to find something to do for herself.

The crimson bookshelf was full of books that Ke Yuhan had read, although it was not through his hands, he had read them all by himself, and none of them had been missed.

Reading is also a habit she developed by following Ke Yuhan's footsteps, which may be different from sports, and she really likes this hobby.

"That's right." Zhou Junlan clapped her hands.

At the sports meeting, I saw the new book "White Night Walking" held by Ke Yuhan in his hand, but I hadn't read it.

Thinking of this, she got up directly, changed her clothes and went out, planning to go to the library to read a book.

The sky outside the house was overcast, and Zhou Junlan retreated and took a flower umbrella......

Maybe it's noon, the flow of people in the hall is sparse, and she usually comes here, and all the places are full.

After checking the location of the books on the first floor, Zhou Junlan stored the umbrella in the storage office and walked to the third floor.

The books scattered on the shelves, she gently stroked them with her hand when she passed by, and when she saw that the number strips of the books were crooked, she would take them out and rearrange them, and then put them back in place and pat them, and then smile, her movements were extremely gentle.

Came to the suspense book area, found "White Night Walking", the writing is concise and rough, black and white is the main color, and a pair of black paper-cuts of men and women holding hands are pasted on the pure white background, and the holding hands are held in the shape of a heart, and the two look ahead, the tone is cold. Seeing the cover, Zhou Junlan can feel that the ending will probably end in sadness.

"It's a suspense book." Zhou Junlan muttered to herself.

She noticed another numbered sticker on the bookshelf that was crooked, and she reached out to straighten it, but through the gap between the books, suddenly her eyes widened, her pupils contracted, and she bent down.

I have looked at the back from afar for many years, and I must not be wrong.

That's Ke Yuhan!

Zhou Junlan sneaked as if she was afraid of being discovered, Ke Yuhan's pace was so fast that she could barely keep up. He stopped suddenly, stood in the aisle ten meters away from him, clicked on his phone, as if sending a message to someone, and then walked to the study room.

Is he here to learn?

Zhou Junlan suddenly popped up a lot of scripts in her mind: Ke Yuhan and I met by chance? If I sit quietly next to him, will he find out? How do I say the opening line? What if you stutter again? May I ask him about this book?

She was suddenly distraught, and she stayed where she was, anxious, wanting to talk to him, but she didn't know how to speak. I can only stomp my little feet, scratch my ears and cheeks, and hum constantly in my mouth to relieve my boredom.

"Shhhh

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhou Junlan bowed embarrassedly, apologized repeatedly, and bent down to retreat.

It's like being called to the podium by the teacher to answer questions, and she just doesn't, Zhou Junlan's heartbeat always reminds herself that Ke Yuhan is the problem that she hasn't solved in the past three years, she hides behind the bookshelf, takes deep breaths, and pretends to be calm. But once the frequency returned to normal, the panic returned.

The repeated changes in her mentality directly made her feel tired, and her feet were so weak that she couldn't stand up.

Zhou Junlan looked down at the cover of the book, the two holding hands, the girl looked at the boy's back, affectionate. If the boy was Ke Yuhan and the girl was himself, how happy would it be, but the sad thing is that there has always been a cowardice between the two.

The wall was unbreakable.

An angry flame rushed towards his head, if he didn't try to tear down this wall, then there would never be a direct intersection between himself and Ke Yuhan.

She clenched her fists and walked towards the study room, like a radar detector, and the closer she got to him, the faster her heart beated.

Pushing open the door, she saw Ke Yuhan taking out the book from her bag, she slowly approached, walked to him, her steps were so light that she couldn't make a sound, separated by two tables, she wondered if Ke Yuhan would inadvertently look up at herself, as if she was as sensitive to his existence.

It's a pity that no, what he noticed was the boy sitting next to him listening to the song. Ke Yuhan turned his head to look at the boy, clenched the pen in his hand, and exhaled a long breath, as if suppressing his emotions.

Even in Zhou Junlan's position, she can hear the noisy sound of rock music in the non-in-ear headphones worn by boys.

Zhou Junlan turned to look at Ke Yuhan's expression, and was shocked.

I haven't seen Ke Yuhan's face like that for a long time.

That was the expression on Ke Yuhan's face when he came to school with a new injury on his face.

That was Ke Yuhan's expression when he was bullied by the gangsters in the school before.

That was Ke Yuhan's expression when he was in a gloomy mood before.

Maybe it's very abnormal in real life, but what Zhou Junlan is feeling in her heart at this time is a strong desire to protect, and she is holding the book tightly, as if Ke Yuhan is in her arms.

Zhou Junlan walked forward quickly, and Ke Yuhan was just about to get up and leave. She directly ripped off the boy's headphones and warned him that it didn't seem to work, so she took the two headphones off together.

The boy jumped up angrily, tall and mighty, Zhou Junlan knew that her weak voice had no deterrent effect, so she could only straighten her waist, hold her head high, look up at him at an angle, and a voice sounded in her head: No one is allowed to bully him!

Even if the boy does it, Zhou Junlan is confident that he is not his opponent.

"Is that okay?" Zhou Junlan's tone was even tougher than before.

Maybe he didn't want to entangle with himself in public, or he was afraid of causing outrage, no matter what the reason, the back of the boy's departure swore the victory of Zhou Junlan's "war".

This is not the end, maybe with her own emotions inside, Zhou Junlan took out a tissue from her bag, wiped the bench, threw a cold and disdainful look at the boy who fled in a hurry, and then threw it into the paper basket.

What a bold move!

After a while, I was afraid that it would hit Zhou Junlan's back and hit her head, cold sweat instantly burst out of her head, and her hands became cold.

Only then did she remember that Ke Yuhan was still sitting behind her, and immediately turned around, a surprised face was placed in front of her, and tension and embarrassment suddenly hit her.

She felt like she was losing her temper.

At this time, it was difficult to ride a tiger, and her opening remarks, which she had been entangled for a long time, turned into a sentence: "I...... I can sit here. ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, she put down her book and bag, stroked the hem of her skirt and sat down peacefully.

The two are obviously classmates, teammates who have participated in the sports meeting, and even to be precise, Zhou Junlan has known him for more than three years, but after crossing that question, there was a long silence between them.

The embarrassment seemed to be about to freeze the air, and the breeze of the air conditioner in the museum blew, Zhou Junlan shivered, and for a full forty minutes, there was only the sound of herself flipping through the book and Ke Yuhan's pen scratching on the paper.

Even so, these forty minutes will be remembered by Zhou Junlan every second.

The mood gradually calmed down, Zhou Junlan plucked up her courage, looked at Ke Yuhan's clean side face, and tried to open the topic: "Ke Yuhan? ”

Ke Yuhan turned his head sideways.

Zhou Junlan tried her best to stop her eyes from looking away, so as not to show panic, but Ke Yuhan's eyes were like scorching charcoal fires, emitting heat to sting her eyes. She looked down and pointed to her book, "Oh, this, this book, you've read it, right?" ”

"Hmm." He lost his post.

The topic was instantly terminated by Ke Yuhan.

Zhou Junlan frantically rummaged through the thesaurus in her mind, playing spelling words into sentences.

"You're here to study, aren't you?" She smiled, forcing an obvious answer.

"Oh no, I'm actually going to tutor someone else."

To Zhou Junlan's surprise, this painless development actually carved out a bloody road.

"Make-up lessons? Oh, you're here to be a tutor, aren't you? ”

Ke Yuhan thought for a while and said, "Sort of." ”

"What about the students you teach?"

"Come soon, we'll meet at half past two." Ke Yuhan looked at his watch.

"Then I'll not bother you." She said subconsciously.

Zhou Junlan made a mistake, and most people would keep it as a sign of politeness, but unfortunately she was facing Ke Yuhan.

"Okay." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and wrote the question......

The more Zhou Junlan walked down the stairs, the more depressed she became, knocking on her little head and scolding the stupid, such a good opportunity was wasted by herself, is this a kind of misfortune?

She took out her borrowing credentials, took out her umbrella from the locker, and took the bus home.

When I reopened the book, I realized that I hadn't read a word at all, so I was in a daze for forty minutes.

The experience of less than two hours, without strenuous exercise, exhausted her, she fell on the bed with regret, did not change her clothes, and fell into a deep sleep......

Afterward, she was woken up by a muffled thunderclap.

Zhou Junlan got up, the rain outside the window was loud, lightning and thunder, and the rain that had accumulated for half a day finally fell to the ground as she wished, and the momentum was huge. On the roofs and on the streets, a layer of white rain and mist splashed, like an ethereal white veil. A gust of wind blew, blowing away the white smoke, and the rain was connected together like a big net, hanging in front of Zhou Junlan's eyes.

She looked at the clock: it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Only one thought popped up in Zhou Junlan's mind: Did Ke Yuhan bring an umbrella?

didn't have time to think about it, she directly grabbed her umbrella and changed her shoes and went out and ran to the bus stop.

The first half of the road was unobstructed, but when we reached a stop away from the library, we encountered a traffic jam, and the traffic police were struggling to direct traffic in the middle of the road in raincoats, and the whistle was hidden in the rain of riots.

Zhou Junlan couldn't care so much, she got out of the car, opened the umbrella, and ran directly to the library against the strong wind.

There were almost no pedestrians on the streets, cars moving slowly on the road, and the shrill honking of horns came and went. For the first time, Zhou Junlan felt that the rain was so heavy, and kept knocking on her umbrella, except for the sound of the wind, the vibration of the umbrella. Even so, the umbrella still didn't work as well as it should, and her whole body was wet from the raindrops flying in diagonally, and her hair was messy, and she couldn't see the road ahead.

When she ran to the road opposite the library, Zhou Junlan was already soaking wet and trembling in the rain, she had never felt so desperate, and her heart was full of pride.

When the green light came on, she stepped along.

She stopped abruptly.

On the other side of the road, Ke Yuhan and Xu Xuanyue were holding the same blue checkered umbrella, snuggling together, and slowly walking out of the library......