(a)

The next morning, she stopped crowding and stayed honestly at the back of the crowd. Looking for a target.

Unless the girls have practiced judo, they can only huddle on the side of the road and make way for this group of "crazy horses".

There used to be a funny article in a magazine about a foreign expert who took a bus in Shanghai and lamented how beautiful Chinese buses are, with brand-new carriages and televisions.

When he arrived at the Xujiahui terminal, he didn't have time to get off the train, when suddenly two streams of people rushed up from the front door and the back door, and the expert was stupid, he thought that people were coming up to beat him, only to find out later that their target was not him, but the poor seats that were silent.

But he was already in a cold sweat.

This scene is like this, and so is Chang Xia.

Suddenly, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!" A man with glasses and bare hair held up a bunch of keys in his hand, which seemed to be a treasure in mythology, and the shrimp soldiers and shrimp generals who had stood for a morning gave way respectfully.

"How come he has the key?" Chang Xia thought to himself.

She had seen the old janitor before, from the countryside, wearing wrinkled and crappy clothes born out of the "father of suits", could he be some relative of the janitor old man?

He occupies the center of the spotlight.

This squeaky old lock has been in retreat for hundreds of years, and the man with glasses has been tinkering with it again and again for a long time, and he can't wait to stretch out thousands of hands to help him.

The door opened slightly, and the crowd of people holding their breath rushed out, opening the floodgates like a flood pouring down into the library, and the wind and leaves fell, rushing and slamming, and the wind and rain came suddenly.

The sound of tables and chairs dragging and falling to the ground is all ringing. In the blink of an eye, the tables and chairs were covered with leaf-like books. "Glasses" sat in the position he had already seen, triumphant.

The table top in the basement is chest-high, with a ridge in the middle, and the black-lacquered top has long since peeled off, forever as if it was covered with sharp ash. Next to a few pillars stood large, scratched trash cans. In a few moments, the middle of these tables was full of heads.

The poor girl who was squeezed down by others could only pick up the leftovers of others, and salvage the water chestnuts left by others on the overturned lake.

Carrying a school bag, I looked at it one position at a time. Mostly hopeless. was anxious, and suddenly found that there was still an empty space next to the man with glasses who opened the door.

Chang Xia's heart was pounding, and he almost flew over.

(2) In the dark basement, he likes to take off his glasses when he reads, because of his myopia, the whole person buries his head in the pages like a heap, and only his high arched shoulders are exposed. His highly myopic eyes almost fell on the book, and the whole posture of reading the book was like his head buried deep in a tree hole. He's not Chang Xia's favorite type.

She likes such a man, wearing a black suit with fine workmanship, a neat tie, deep eyes, and the indifference and arrogance that have been honed in commercial competition. But how could such a man come to the campus library to read a book? It was a white-collar worker from a foreign company encountered in the subway.

Based on his feelings, Chang Xia judged that the "glasses" next to him came from a small city below.

However, Chang Xia needs friends. In the pursuit and abandonment of "Jinse gratuitous fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian", how can there always be only one person on the field of whistling and dancing swords? Can't be separated from another person?

With Chang Xia's personality, she quickly took active action. There is another protective film in my heart: What are you afraid of, I'm not chasing you as a boyfriend?

"How can you get a spot every day?" Looking for an opportunity, Chang Xia turned his face sideways, rested his chin on the book, and asked him in a low voice.

He was taken aback, quickly grabbed the glasses that were placed on the table and put them on, and found a girl with bright eyes and teeth sitting next to him.

A red trench coat with a silk scarf floating on his chest, and a shiny butterfly silk scarf buckle tied on the silk scarf.

The light in the basement of the library was like an undercurrent, shining her eyes, and the pupils in the middle were like fireflies flapping their wings. Most of the girls who fought in the basement of the library in the turbid and closed air had faces as pale as old cloths, and blue bags under their eyes drooped; Youth is like a worn blanket, and they rub their feet on it.

And this girl is obviously different from those girls.

In the surrounding group of dishes, the roses on this girl's face are heartwarming.

Her facial features are not the most beautiful, and her figure is not the tallest, looking at them separately, she is not outstanding at all, and girls who are more beautiful and outstanding than her abound.

But when put together, she looks fit. She had a good complexion, her lips were rosy, and her cheeks were like rose petal juice. And her eyes are clear, bold, and she looks at him calmly, with a smile in her eyes, not shy.

In fact, she is eye-catching in the library, and is secretly called "the most beautiful girl in the basement of the library" by a group of little girls.

Probably he thought to himself, look at me, a man who stands on the top of the sky, he is too lazy to talk to girls in the market on weekdays, but now, some girls take the initiative to talk to me.

It is a lonely thing for a man to conquer the world; If there is a woman next to you to admire, it is an extraordinary magnificent beauty.

(c)

The man in the "glasses" was triumphant, his voice slightly hoarse, but very powerful. First of all, let's start with Mr. Gu. Who is Mr. Gu? Even the janitor old man also. The students called him "Mr. Gu" because he still controlled the basement.

"Turn off the lights!" He snorted and snapped the floodgates.

The basement was dark. A grumbling cry rang out. The lights are back on. The lights were turned off just now to warn the "stowaways" that they would never accept any more books, and the basement would really be dark and no longer bright.

The "stowaways" obediently packed up the books on the table, not daring to continue for half a moment, for fear of being thrown into the darkness again by this "old yamen".

Those who pick up their schoolbags and walk out will see "Teacher Gu" hovering in front of the old books and old notes used by the students to occupy their places, and then as if they had made up their minds, their hands suddenly fell, and they had grabbed these old books and old notes.

This is one of Mr. Gu's hobbies, that is, when he sees the old books and old notes that students put on the books, he will look left and right, as if he has obtained a treasure, of course, "Mr. Gu's" "Decisive and flying, guns and elms stop" is not a worship of knowledge, let alone worthy of the title of "Teacher Gu".

The sole purpose of collecting them is to send them to the scrap yard, hoping to meet those brown-black scrap collection vehicles.

As a result, it is impossible for him to get up early and aim to go to graduate school.

After the "glasses" figured out the situation, instead of waiting in the wind in the early morning like those little boys, waiting for the favor of the fairy, it was better to turn around and climb up from behind to grab the hydrangea directly.

"Glasses" found "Teacher Gu" in a hut full of old books, and told "Teacher Gu" lying on the bed: "You sleep peacefully every day, and you don't have to worry about opening the door." I came on time to get the keys. ”

As he unlocked the lock, he arched his legs wide and carefully pressed his shoulders against the door, guarding his territory.

As soon as the lock was drawn, with the absolute advantage of geographical location, he opened his schoolbag and rushed to the front unbeatably. Thousands of acres of fertile land, let him choose.

Chang Xia couldn't help but smile. It is worthy of the people who have traveled through the rivers and lakes, and they are a few mountains and peaks higher than those little boys who stand in long lines every day and only have a straight line in their heads every day.

It's really a "bosom friend" in the basement.