Early the next morning, Chen Ying sat in the reading room as usual. The school is officially out for winter vacation, and the vast majority of students have gone home, and the study hall seems empty. Now that her English classes have ended, she plans to register for the GRE test for the summer, so she uses her free time during the winter vacation to memorize words. Qin Hong took advantage of the last two weeks before the Spring Festival to go for interviews everywhere, and often came back late. At this time, she went to study alone, and as long as there was no part-time arrangement in the morning, she would come to the same seat in the library without moving, holding up the red treasure book and trying to memorize it page by page. She also specially prepared a cardboard card to block the Chinese explanation behind the words and urge herself to write down the meaning of each word.

"Reading?" Qin Hong sent a message. Chen Ying's mobile phone showed 10:25.

"Well, yes."

"Would you like to go out for lunch together?"

"Okay."

"I'll look for you in the library."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you at the door."

Chen Ying clicked the mouse and clicked on the shutdown option. Then she carefully clipped the card into the pages and put it in her bag along with a few colorful folds spread out on the table. Looking at the few rays of light that came in through the window, she picked up the water bottle that had begun to cool and took a sip. It was a few days of the year when she walked down the stairs with her schoolbag on her back and said hello to the busy librarian. Turn to the left and you'll be at the main entrance of the library. She took out her campus card and patted it, and the door opened with a bang, and she slowly paced out, bathing in the precious winter sun. Qin Hong was already standing under the cypress tree opposite the main entrance.

"Take you to a good place." He took her hand.

"Far away?"

"It's close."

Qin Hong didn't wear gloves, and his hands, along with Chen Ying's hands, were put into the pockets of his down jacket. They passed the biology department building and the science teaching building and then went out of the east gate. At this time, the constant flow of vehicles has become scarce, and only a few bicycles that have been parked outside the east gate are left, leaning against telephone poles or tree trunks with lost leaves, parked crookedly. They followed the row of ginkgo trees past the entrance of the physics department building, and then passed by the school press house, and came to a relatively open area. A row of small two-story buildings here has been painted pink on the facades of three or five small bookstores, clothing stores and a few cafes on the street. They walked all the way to the last bookstore in this row of shops, with the words "Halloween Book Garden" written on it.

"Is this it?" Chen Ying hesitated.

"Come on."

Pushing open the door, a warm breeze ruffled Chen Ying's long hair scattered around her ears, fascinating her eyes. She picks out the filaments and looks at them. It's a social science bookstore, and the black shelves that rise to the top are densely packed with books. On the edge of the bookshelf are strips of paper with the words "history", "economy", "society", "law", etc. She habitually walked to the bookshelves marked "economy" and "society", searching aimlessly.

"This way." Qin Hong pulled her around the bookshelf marked "Management" and came to the black staircase. The staircase is made of iron, dyed black throughout, and steep.

"Come on, don't be afraid." He walked in front, and Chen Ying grabbed the handrail with every step he took, following carefully. After walking a dozen or so steps, they came to a small platform, and as soon as they turned around and climbed a few steps, they stepped onto the brown-red wooden floor on the second floor of the bookstore.