The rainy season in Jiangnan has always accompanied my growth. It renders the whole city dripping, making people feel damp and dragged.

Holding up a banana umbrella, the heavy double-layered rain cloth and the huge flowers blooming overhead always make me feel depressed, but I want to hold it up and walk in the rain.

How many pleasant moments can life have? I want to be able to feel your presence in every moment of my comfort.

Even if it's just a glance back on the screen and a few gossip on the radio, it can make people slowly relax and recall every happy and sad day and night with their hearts.

Just stand in the gentle breeze and drizzle, feel the cool air, hold the slightly heavy umbrella above your head, and slowly chew and savor the beautiful moments in the depths of your heart.

Have you ever tried to bring your loved ones back to campus in your imagination?

Watching him be mischievous and gloating on the side; watched him bully others, and hurriedly went up to persuade him; Playing with him, through every spring and autumn, every rainy season.

In the campus that carries countless memories of youth, the most real sweet happiness.

Try to imagine him, let your mind invade the boredom of reality.

In a trance, the figure of the teenager will become blurred in your teary hazy eyes.

Running hand in hand on the playground. Shoulder to shoulder, singing the most beautiful nursery rhymes in memory.

Every exam is a moment for him to show off his score to you.

Every time you look back, he sits on his bike and waves back to you.

What a beautiful life we yearn for! It was a time of ignorance, a season of light, a time of faith, and a spring of hope.

At that time, we have everything, and at the same time, we have nothing, so that we can feel every trace of sweetness that life brings.

Sometimes, it's just to forge your own 'sweet dream', which you can also call a sweet 'daydream'.

Sensual thinking can sometimes be as light as a feather, and it doesn't necessarily bring so-called boredom and pain.

In the face of an infatuated teenager, you can create a dream about love.

With the prince of your dreams, you can create a romantic encounter like Snow White.

In the face of wild imagination, you can imagine that you have magical magic like Harry Potter.

For a night of horror and insomnia, you can track down the vampires of the Twilight Zone and the mysterious ghosts hiding in the Dark Pavilion.

I love writing as much as I love my own perceptual thinking, endless imagination, and sometimes things that are useless in the eyes of others can just become the power to change your destiny.

The legend of the Dragon King, the ghost in the ghost house, the sweet love in the sun, all these 'daydreams' with brilliant colors are the most precious treasures for me.

Let yourself fly with the wings of imagination, and with incomparable confidence and courage, let the real life and the castle of dreams become one, so that your future steps will be more solid and satisfying.

An amazing encounter that will henceforth take your eyes off each other.

When he doesn't look back at you, you pretend to look at him inadvertently, and then stare at him with a fascination when people aren't looking.

When he looks back and you meet his gaze in the air, your heart beats like a drum, pretending to avoid it or leave. But crimson pinna will betray your heart.

Isn't it an amazing love story?

But this often makes you miss out on what you deserve.

If you love, then pluck up courage.

If you love, then calmly walk over and say hello.

If you are in love, then act like a gentleman or lady and tell the other person that you want to be friends with him.

Maybe from now on, you can move from strangeness to familiarity, and even to the palace of marriage.

Even if he doesn't feel anything for you, even if he is still a stranger after the first encounter.

But at least if you try, you won't have any regrets, although a little sad, but the temporary sadness will definitely pass.

Occasionally take a risk for love, with that kind of moth to fire or warrior to death.

In the name of love, give yourself enough confidence and courage to let yourself have no regrets in the countless sleepless nights in the future.

Spread out a small piece of paper and write what you want to say to him, then stuff it into a small, delicate glass bottle and seal the mouth tightly with a wooden stopper.

Come to the sea, soak the glass bottle in your hand into the raging water, and stand on the beach and watch it float to the distant horizon.

A sincere blessing, a strong longing, a persistence in this life, the surprise, mystery and expectation brought by the drifting bottle.

I know that there will be no result, but I still enjoy this feeling stupidly.

Perhaps, the sea will send you back to the beach where you have left your footprints.

The next time you face the sea, you miraculously return to your own hands.

Perhaps, empty expectations will be picked up by a stranger, whose thoughts you can't guess about, maybe a hint of response or... A hint of sarcasm.

But so what? Love is your own right to choose. No matter how ethereal love is, it is worthy of respect and expectation.

As long as you believe that one day fate will knock on the door, you will not give up your expectations and yearning for love.

A caprice about reasoning

There was a time when I was very obsessed with the Ayatsuji Yukitokan series, and at that time I was very impressed by the neo-Benge school of reasoning.

As for earlier, I preferred Kazukosuke Kaneda and Mr. Polo, who was short and fat and had a head like a duck's egg.

As for Sherlock Holmes and Akechi Kogoro, of course, I've read them all, but for me, the detective character who is too gentlemanly is not very pleasant. (This sentence is only for the detective's personal character, and the book is naturally just as like.) ）

In the last few mysteries, I have used the murder methods of the Benge series.

The essence of ontological reasoning lies in the same place, different puzzles, secret rooms, and reasoning, not about how many words or how many new places to change.

Each chapter, each character, hides a clue to the final decipherment. The storyline can certainly develop quickly, but the fun of putting together clues is lost

So the reader must work with the author to make use of your little gray brain cells in order to appreciate the fun.

In any case, I just want to say that reasoning is not fast food, and for the most part, if you don't experience the joy of decryption, then reasoning will be very boring for you, really.

These are the words from my heart as an author

What is essential for me is emotion, puzzles, secret rooms and the pleasure of repeated thinking, which I am also addicted to.

Once upon a time, there was a very famous German writer's reasoning, and the whole thing was written about the author's dialogue with everyone in the small village.

There are no twists and turns, no horrific corpses, no popular colloquialisms, not even mentioning the murderer's name.

The case is entirely pieced together from the clues and emotions that come out of every sentence of the author and the villagers.

However, this one won the first place in the mystery award that year, and its name was "Murder Village".

I don't know what type of reasoning "Murder Village" belongs to, it's random, like a clear stream, from which the author reveals all his hidden emotions and the sadness in everyone's heart.

Everyone is trapped in that small village, everyone wants to express their opinion on the events of the past and the war that has ended, everyone wants to give a voice to the author, a familiar stranger.

Oh, yes! Aren't the authors and the characters in his books familiar strangers?

The protagonist is trapped all his life in a small farm that brings no more happiness after the war, and after the death of his wife, he needs to escape from his cage like a trapped beast and need a new redemption.

But what he found was another woman whose fate was even more tragic and who could not get out of the cage. All of them, the despair and disguise after the madness, in the end, still can't escape the sanction of fate.

Although "Murder Village" cannot be positioned as Benge's reasoning, the feeling of imprisonment and closure, the frenzied killing in a small space, but the perfect concealment of evil under the sun, is not exactly the same as Benge?

Another example is "The Chamber of Darkness", where the writer stumbles upon the strange house when he attends his mother's funeral, a house cursed by evil spirits that has brought bad luck in the past and present.

When I first opened the pages of "The Chamber of Darkness", I couldn't contain my anticipation, what a pure neo-Benge school of reasoning! It makes people scary and want to go deeper, and they can't stop.

Deep in the mountains of Shinshu, the fog is thick, and I go on the road alone, immersed in the emptiness and despair that I can't find an end, and then, the protagonist, who has lost even the car, stumbles miraculously into the scenery he wants to see.

Climb the tower, jump down, everything starts from this moment, even the memory starts from the beginning.

Witnessing deception, unconsciously giving full trust. Witnessing the slaughter, like being in the fog, can't find the right direction. The transposition of the characters, emotions and distortions, are always interspersed with them.

Whew~ Having said so much, it's time for me to pick up the pen myself!

Although I never say such a thing, I still want to say a word today, whether my writing is to your heart's content, and whether you like reasoning or not, please like it if you see it! Just give a thumbs up to the author's obsession, thank you!

In a bar, or in a place where you can drink, whatever.

The space is filled with warm and romantic music, with dancing candlelight, rectangular mahogany tables, delicate wine glasses and wine bottles that radiate a brilliant and glamorous brilliance.

It's already a little drunk just thinking about it, especially with you by your side, a chic and happy teenager.

You have a creative personality that is not inhibited and unfettered, and that's one of my favorite things about you.

Of course, your looks are impeccable, and your dashing demeanor fascinates me. But what I like most is the unfettered and unfettered creativity.

A teenager full of unknowns, expectations and yearning will always be poured into my feelings for you.

Let's share the colorful and beautifully decorated cocktails in a drunken space.

The sound of clinking glasses is endless, and your smile has meandied me before I even eat it......

Can you remember the light that slipped away?

Can we hold on to those passing years?

There was once a fairy tale that said: When you are sad, you will like to watch the sunset, because sitting in the afterglow of the sunset, your lonely figure will be stretched very long.

But I never understood what elongating a lonely figure has to do with forgetting sadness?

A fairy tale is a fairy tale, and he can't tell you a reasonable explanation for what he said, but you can definitely feel the beauty you need from his words.

It's like the beauty of first love, and before I met my teenager, I never felt like a sun-soaked love.

A real glance of 10,000 years may be the meaning of the first sight I saw you.

Sitting on the mountain or on the roof of a building, what can erase the sadness may not be the lonely figure that gradually lengthens, but the river in the distance.

On the surface of the river, where the light of the setting sun shimmers, a breeze blows, creating layers of ripples.

The fish jumped on the surface of the water, and the river was bright and golden, and I couldn't think of a more appropriate word than to describe it as beautiful.

The river was like a mirror, a dangling glass, and I walked barefoot over it, and the fish jumped out of the water and kissed the hem of my clothes.

I squatted down and held the clear and cold river water, thinking of your dark and bright eyes, and eternal admiration rose in my heart, and the light and the passing years were intertwined with golden threads that belonged to me.

I want to be myself, and it's not just talking, I feel irritable, helpless, and tired of my life right now.

My name is Chu Yun, and I come from a rural area not far from this southern city, where I have a good job as a salesman for a private company, and I have been working for five years, and my salary is quite good, which is much better than the young people who stay in the village.

My brother, who works with me in the city, often advises me not to think too much, and he always says, "What can I do if I find myself?" It's hard to settle down, hurry up and find a girlfriend, you won't feel lonely. ”

Whenever he said that, I always looked at him with flat eyes and didn't react because I didn't want him to see what was going on in my heart.

Looking at my brother's beautiful girlfriend, I always have a feeling of being bored, and if he knew about it, he would definitely beat me up. Every time I was on the phone, my mother always said the same thing as my brother, asking me when I would be able to bring my girlfriend home.

Alas! Girlfriend, it's really a troublesome thing, maybe I haven't met my true love yet, that's why I feel so lonely and troubled.

In order to relieve my loneliness, I began to study on my own, and with my college degree, coupled with hard work, I passed the self-study exam without difficulty, and was admitted to a foreign university.

The day I got my acceptance letter, I really decided to give up everything in the city and pursue the scenery I wanted, and my brother and mother didn't agree with my idea when they heard the news. Do you have to look for a job again? There aren't as many college students as there are working students right now, so what are you going to do in the future?

My mother even shed tears on the phone, but I didn't want to change what I decided, and my stubborn temper made me very sad for my brother and mother.

On the last day I left the city, my mother called me and told me to take care of myself, but my brother didn't come to see me off, he seemed to think that my brother was too angry.

When I was packing my luggage alone, I didn't really have much stuff, a few shirts, a few pairs of trousers, a little bit of small things that I was used to, and some things that I couldn't afford to throw away, and nothing else.

As for the money I have saved in the past few years, I keep it in a card and carry it with me, anyway, it is much easier to swipe the card than to carry cash, and there are banks everywhere, so it is not a problem to withdraw money.

Although I told myself that it didn't matter, I still stayed in the waiting room until the last moment when the train was about to depart, I knew that I wanted to see my brother come to see me, but I was disappointed, with this feeling, I got on the train, bumpy all the way, to the new city I longed for.

It's a much smaller city than where I used to live, and there aren't as many high-rise buildings and bustling business districts, but instead there are more bungalows and wide streets, and the fresh and refreshing air makes me very happy.

Before I came, I contacted a small apartment, on the fifth floor of an old building, the caretaker is a very shy boy, a bit of a girl's temperament, the first day I arrived, he was cooking in the management room on the first floor of his house, it smelled very good, I guess he is usually very good at cooking.

I stuck my head in the window of the administrator's room and greeted him.

"Hello, I'm Chu Yun who checked in on the first day today, are you the administrator here?" Although I was already very sure of his identity, I asked as a courtesy.

"Ahh Hello, I'm the administrator here, my name is Yan Mu, everyone calls me Xiaomu, come in, it's cold outside. The Administrator immediately looked back and smiled at me, saying that he seemed to be a nice guy to work with.

He is a boy who is not tall, about 1.72 meters by sight, he looks thin in clothes, with a pair of big round eyes, eyelashes like a small brush, the skin is not very white, the corners of his mouth are curved upward, very playful, the only thing on his face that feels a trace of defects is the nose, the nose is still a little collapsed, but with his small round face, it does not look ugly. The first impression I had of this administrator was cuteness.

It's December, and this year's weather seems to be cold very early, and there are many pools of water on the roadside that have been frozen all the way here.

Rubbing my hands together, I stepped into the administrator's room, and the hot air conditioner was turned on inside, and as soon as I entered, I felt a hot air on my face, which was very comfortable.

"What are you cooking?" I'm a bit of a self-acknowledgment of asking, and I've never had a problem interacting with people.

But Xiao Mu looked a little shy, and his face was a little red, he immediately turned off the fire, walked up to me with a pan and said, "It's fried chicken wings, today's dinner, if you don't dislike it, come to me to eat, if you don't have time to cook, I can prepare it for you later." ”

"Aren't administrators generally busy? How can you possibly cook for everyone? I asked a little strangely.

"No......" Speaking of this, Xiao Mu seemed to be unable to speak, he paused for a moment before saying: "Actually, the only resident here is you, except for an eldest sister, this house may be about to be demolished, and I have received a notice of demolition, but I don't know when it will be arranged." ”

"What?" Hearing Xiao Mu say this, I was a little confused when I just took off my coat, isn't this a joke on me? When I booked this apartment before, no one told me that it was going to be demolished. It's been four years of college, and I'm going to live here for four years.

The rent in this apartment is very cheap, and I have to work as a temporary job to study, which is a lot of trouble if I have to find a new house.

I sat down on my suitcase leaning against the wall, and my tone was a little irritated: "Then why didn't you say it on the phone beforehand?" If this place is really demolished, where will you ask me to find a house for a while? The deposit has been paid for a year. ”

"I'm sorry," Xiao Mu quickly explained, "Although it is true that there is a demolition notice, the neighborhoods that are older than us have not been demolished, and they have also received the demolition notice a long time ago, so I think there should be no action here in a year's time, and... We do need some income, so I'm sorry I didn't have to talk to you on the phone. ”

After saying that, Xiao Mu bowed his head to me with a guilty expression. Seeing his appearance, I couldn't bear it, especially since Xiaomu was so cute.

I sighed and continued, "Then let's live in it first, and I hope it won't be demolished within a year, or I'll be in real trouble." ”

Hearing that I was relieved, Xiao Mu seemed very happy, and he hurriedly said: "No, no, you can rest assured, if you want to demolish it, the old new village under the small bridge behind will be demolished first, if they don't move, we will definitely not move." ”

That night, I settled in the innermost room on the fifth floor of this apartment, and my only neighbor was Emi who lived in room No. 1 on the third floor, he was a lady of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, who often went out to work in the middle of the night, and then went home with heavy makeup during the day, took off her makeup and began to sleep, and almost all of her meals and daily necessities were prepared by Xiaomu.

Every time I see Xiao Mu being recruited and coming, and when he is called, I feel that this eldest sister is a little suspected of bullying honest people, forget it, how can I manage other people's affairs, I better review my homework.

In fact, there are still two advantages here, the first is that the house is very clean and refreshing, although it is small, but the small wood is well organized, and I will occasionally be free to clean up by myself.

The second is that it is very quiet, the eldest sister on the third floor has to go out at night, and she sleeps during the day, Xiaomu has been living in the administrator on the first floor, which basically does not affect me, so this is very suitable for me to study, and I also hope that it will not be demolished prematurely.

Just when Xiaomu and I gradually began to get acquainted, the day of school arrival also came, I never expected that I would meet someone in school who made me fall in love at first sight, and after that, my eldest sister who lived downstairs also secretly told me an amazing secret, these two things made me dilemma, and also started the first sweet and bitter love in my life.

First encounter

Walking along the gravel path along the river, I felt like I was back in my childhood, when my mother would always take me by the hand to send me to school in the winter.

Our house is very close to the school, it doesn't take five minutes to go back and forth, and I usually go to school alone or with my brother, and only on the days when it snows heavily every year, my busy mother will accompany me to school hand in hand.

At that time, stepping on snow around a big tree was one of the things we had to do on the road, and my mother didn't restrict my naughty behavior like other parents, she would just smile and say, "Be careful, don't slip." ”

The cotton shoes I wore were all sewn by my mother herself, and they were covered with a layer of tarpaulin, so that they would not get wet no matter how much I stepped on them.

While reminiscing about my childhood, I looked up at the sky, the sky here was blue and clean, but it lacked some white 'flowers' embellishments, how many years had I not seen snow in such a winter?

My toes writhed on the ground, and I did the usual arithmetic problems, but in the end I couldn't figure out how many years I hadn't seen snow, so I had to give up.

Walking slowly towards the school gate, it was still very early, and I remembered the breakfast that Xiao Mu brought me this morning: a bowl of steaming white porridge, with a salted duck egg, and a small plate of chopped sweet radish. It's the first time I've seen such a warm-hearted man.

'What if any girl marries him?' No regrets guaranteed. ’

Thinking of this, I can't help but smile, compared to my brother, Xiaomu is like a little white rabbit, my brother is a rough mine, a big-minded person, and his temper is stubborn, just like he always treats me with unforgiving.

How could his girlfriend stand such a temper, the two of them stayed together for five years, and they couldn't admit that they were true love.

It's been more than two weeks since I came to this city, and my brother still hasn't called me, maybe he's still angry, forget it, let's wait until she's out of breath.

Approaching the school gate, I looked up at my watch, 7:45 a.m. I guess I was the first student to come, because there was no one at the school gate in front of me, and even the doorman said that he was looking at me through the window in the communication room.

The temperature this morning was minus six degrees, and it was really unreasonable not to snow on such a day. I continued to sigh as I unzipped my backpack and checked my belongings once more.

"Hello, is this yours?"

There is a beautiful baritone behind him, is it an older student like me? I naturally guessed and looked back.

"Ahh No, that book isn't mine. I glanced at what he was holding and replied.

"Then I'll leave it to the doorman."

The person who greeted me quickly walked around me to the guard's room, and with his footsteps, the window of the guard's room suddenly opened 1/3 of the way, and a middle-aged woman's head poked out of it.

I thought it was a middle-aged uncle! ’

When I saw the doorman, I remembered that I hadn't even seen the face of the person just now, and I couldn't help but be a little curious, and turned my gaze to the back of the hurried forward.

'Oh! It's so high! ’

He was at least half a head taller than me, more than 1.85 meters tall, and wore a solid black lapel top, which was very close-fitting, a pair of black fashion pants and a pair of black and white Oxford leather shoes.

It's like a male model, and in comparison, even if you don't see his face, you feel dwarfed.

Following behind, I walked to the front of the big iron gate of the school at my own pace, suppressed the urge to overtake him to see what he looked like, and rubbed my hands together as if nothing had happened, waiting for the door to open.

The weather was very cold, I waited at the school gate for a while, and I felt some pain in my fingers, and when I went out, I only brought a pair of thin leather gloves for convenience, and now all ten fingers have a faint pain.

Couldn't this school open a little earlier?' ’

I complained inwardly, but I was too embarrassed to speak to the doorman, and I somewhat regretted that I had gone out early.

"It opens at 8:10 every day, and it's two minutes away, so it's almost there."

The beautiful baritone sounded in my ears again, and this time it sounded a little smiling, crispy, and I was actually attracted by this voice for a moment, and I felt a little stunned.

'Something was really wrong this morning. Secretly wondering, I quickly looked back at the owner of the words, he was the one who asked me if I had lost my notebook, and his black clothes were very conspicuous.

"Hello, it's really cold today." I looked up and gave him the same smile, and I replied with a random word, and was about to give my name, when suddenly I was stunned.

What a beautiful pair of pupils! The different colors, one is tan, the other is dark gray, the difference looks quite obvious, it is the first time I have seen a mixed race with heterochromatic pupils, but I am fascinated, my mouth is open, and I forget the pain in my fingers.

Perhaps it was my reaction that amused him, and he burst out laughing as he said; "Sorry, did it scare you? My name is Luo Yuning, I am not a mixed race, I just have heterochromia, which makes the difference in vision between the two eyes wider. I have a 5.0 in one eye and a 4.4 in the other. ”

"Oh! Is it? Sorry, I don't know much about this. My name is Chu Yun, and I am a freshman who came to report on the first day of today. Sensing some heat on my face, I looked away and deliberately looked somewhere else.

Obviously attracted by his handsome face and beautiful pupils, why should I avoid admitting it? It's not a little girl full of girlish heart, I restrained my somewhat disordered heartbeat, and I felt more and more strange about myself this morning.

"What class are you in?" He continued to ask me.

"Economics Undergraduate Class 1."

"Really? Happens to be the class I teach, and I'm an economics lecturer here. ”

I was stunned by his words, and I asked thoughtlessly, "So you're not a student!" ”

"How do you think I'm a student? Do I look that young? ”

He smiled and said, making me a little embarrassed, at this time the school gate has been opened, and the number of students has begun to increase, he pulled me and continued: "Don't stand here, hurry in, I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the campus before class." ”

"Uh... Good. ”

Stepping forward and following Luo Yuning into the school, it may be because of his high legs and long legs, he walks very fast, and I have to trot to keep up.

Along the way, many students greeted Luo Yuning along the way, and it seemed that he had been working in this school for a long time.

"Are you a local?" I finally managed to hold back a sentence to ease the awkward atmosphere I thought I felt.

"I'm not, I only came here five years ago." He replied as he led me in the direction of the school building with the words Building B on it.

"Did you get here in your first year of college?"

She looked like she was about 30 years old at most, which is why I asked.

Unexpectedly, his answer made me feel a heartbeat again, Luo Yuning said casually: "I was born in a first-tier city, and after working as a math teacher for ten years, I studied economics on my own, and then I came to live in this city alone." I became a teacher at this school because of a coincidence. ”

'Ten years? Plus studying, so how old is he this year? It can't be an uncle who can't tell his age! I thought to myself, but I didn't ask any more, because it would be rude to ask someone's age.

I've always liked to socialize with older people, so my affection for Luo Yuning has taken a step further.

At this time, we have walked up the stairs of Building B, the stairs and corridors are very clean, very spacious and bright, a faint smell of disinfectant water,.

After turning into the second floor, he said to me, "Your classroom is in the second room on the third floor, and there is a door number on the door, and we will hold an opening ceremony for the new students in the auditorium downstairs today, starting at 10 o'clock in the morning." You put your bag first, go get the new book, and then we meet on the first floor. I'll show you around the information building and library next to the playground, where you can use the internet and borrow books for free. ”

"But don't you have to take the first class? Didn't you say that you have to go to morning reading class from 8:30 to 9:20? ”

"No, today, new students will be arranged to familiarize themselves with the campus on the first day of morning reading, and they can walk away at will after receiving the books."

"Will that affect your morning work?" I asked again.

He seemed to think that I was a bit mother-in-law, and patted me on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, where are there so many problems, hurry up, we will meet on the first floor in 15 minutes." ”

"Oh! Good. ”

Before my words fell, Luo Yuning turned around and left, he walked as fast as before, and for a moment, I felt a sense of remorse.

Is it true that he is too verbose and annoys him? ’

The library is on the west side of the playground, one level below the computer classroom, and a long staircase leads to the library door.

Luo Yuning and I walked on the top of the stairs, and he kept introducing me to what activities the school would hold every month, what were some of the characteristics, and interesting stories between classmates and teachers.

The playground behind him was bustling, as if he was preparing for some kind of sports meeting.

I asked Luo Yuning, "Teacher Luo, is the school going to have a sports meeting?" ”

"No, it's a sports day organized by the students themselves, our school is not like schools in big cities that have so many rules and regulations that restrict students' free activities, students can organize their own clubs or spontaneously use holidays to hold some activities, as long as they don't violate the law and don't affect the reputation of the school, the school will not interfere."

"That's good! I'm starting to love it here. ”

"Didn't you like it before you came?" Luo Yuning asked me with a sideways face, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

I don't know if it's because I'm blushing all the time, or if it's because I keep my head down makes him feel shy, he always looks at my face with interest, which makes me even more embarrassed.

"No, I always feel that all schools are the same, serious, restrained, nothing lively, and the teachers are very old-fashioned, etc., I didn't expect this school to ...... Well, what words do you use to describe it? By the way, open-minded, listening to your explanation, I think it's very open-minded and feels very relaxed here. ”

"Haha, it's for this reason that I've been working here for so many years, and my parents in my hometown don't know how many times I've urged me, but they just don't want to go back."

As we spoke, we turned into the library door, and the wall clock on the opposite wall showed 9:40 a.m.

The inside of the library is very clean, the administrator may not have anything to do anymore, there are desks and chairs neatly arranged in the center of the hall, and there are two computers on the left and right.

Behind the computer desk, there are rows and rows of bookshelves, which look full, and the air is filled with the unique fragrance of books.

When I got inside, I finally didn't have to be so inhibited, because it was just the two of us, and no one could see my unnatural face.

"Are you a little uncomfortable, I notice that your face is very red all the time." Luo Yuning suddenly asked me such a sentence.

"No, it's not, I... "I was too busy explaining, and in order to pretend I didn't care, I leaned on a bookshelf at random.......

"Hey! Don't rely on it there!! Luo Yuning suddenly screamed and rushed over and grabbed my waist.

Before I could react, I heard a rattling sound behind me, and then, with a loud bang, the bookshelf fell without warning.

Like a collapsed building, after the smoke and dust cleared, I looked in horror at the scattered booksl frames and wooden partitions, and wanted to cry without tears.

"What to do?!" I can only ask Luo Yuning.

Luo Yuning hugged my waist with one hand, scratched his head with the other, and was also worried: "Alas! If you're in trouble, the librarian will definitely kill me!! ”

"It's so serious! Yes, or you go back to class first, anyway, I accidentally knocked it down, and I will take responsibility. I said hurriedly. Compared with being angrily reprimanded by the librarian and working here to move books, I don't want to leave a bad impression on Luo Yuning.

"You're really ...... Hahaha......" Luo Yuning suddenly covered his mouth and smiled, and he continued: "Didn't you notice that the librarian was not there in the morning?" ”

"Isn't the librarian out?" I asked curiously.

"No," Luo Yuning suddenly reached out and scratched my nose, leaned closer and said, "How can the librarian go out at such an important time in the morning." We have a shortage of teachers here, so many teachers will work part-time in other departments to do management, and I! It's a part-time librarian! When he said the last sentence, Luo Yuning looked very proud.