"I'm staying with my aunt tonight." Mu Qingcheng blurted out. In fact, she won't stay there tonight, it's too far from the old glass factory to go to work tomorrow morning. She didn't understand why she was deceiving Gu Hengyu, maybe she was subconsciously unwilling to owe him favors, maybe she was too anxious and depressed during this time, and she needed a quiet place to relieve her mood.

"In that case, it's too far to work tomorrow morning, I'll drive to pick you up." Gu Hengyu took the initiative to serve her.

"No, no, no." Mu Qingcheng hurriedly said, "My cousin will drive me." ”

"Will you stay with my cousin tomorrow night?" Gu Hengyu asked again.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Mu Qingcheng didn't have the energy to think about tomorrow at all.

"Okay." There was a loss in Gu Hengyu's tone that couldn't be concealed, "I'll call you again tomorrow, rest early, good night." ”

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingcheng's heart was empty, turning the pages of the book, but he couldn't read a word. The room is so silent, so cold, tonight's accommodation has not yet been settled, but she doesn't want to leave here, the silent night, close her eyes, quietly think, reverie, or read until dawn, it seems to be a good choice.

As the night passed, the wall clock on the wall showed that it was 11 o'clock in the evening. Tiredness began to flow in Mu Qingcheng's body and limbs, his mind was in a trance, and his thoughts wandered.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of her, she opened her eyes, and was surprised to find that it was Cheng Yijie standing in front of her.

"City ...... City Lord? She suspected she was hallucinating.

"It's me." Cheng Yijie raised the book in his hand, "You also come here to read?" Why didn't you leave so late? ”

Mu Qingcheng's gaze swept over the cover of the book in his hand, "Thick Black Studies", which is a stunning work that profoundly reveals the truth of history and human nature, and the author Li Zongwu is known as one of the "20 geniuses and eccentrics who influenced China in the 20th century". It was clearly his own book, not a library's collection. "Do you often bring your own books to read?"

Cheng Yijie nodded. "My place of work is near here, and I come here a lot."

This answer made Mu Qingcheng excited, and his tiredness was dispelled. Because of financial problems, Xu Youran is already considering closing this library. Mu Qingcheng, like Xu Youran, has a very complicated feeling in his heart, if the library is closed, he is very reluctant, and some regular readers are also used to coming here occasionally to read books and rest. But if you keep going, you don't know what to do next. Cheng Yijie often comes to read books, which once again shows that this community library still has value.

"The person in charge of this library is a good friend of mine, and I am the volunteer director of the library." She took the initiative to introduce.

"Looks like we're quite lucky." Cheng Yijie sat down beside Mu Qingcheng, he stretched out his legs, and put one arm on the counter behind Mu Qingcheng, his posture was lazy and idle.

Mu Qingcheng suddenly felt uncomfortable, obviously there was a reading table and a chair, he didn't sit, he wanted to sit on the ground like her, and it was so close to each other. She subconsciously wanted to move to the side, but as if he had expected it, he raised his arm and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

She trembled softly in his arms, and before she could struggle, he pulled her body again, his hands clasped her shoulders, and his deep eyes locked on her. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you?" The arrogance in Mu Qingcheng's bones was stimulated, "What are you afraid of?" ”

Cheng Yijie's eyes were filled with smiles. "That's right, being alone in this kind of place in the middle of the night is commendable in itself."