Rong Qi turned around, she was a girl holding a book, with a ponytail, a white shirt, and a black skirt, very youthful.

"Hello." She took off her mask and smiled lightly.

The girl was a little excited, jumping in small steps, and said incoherently: "I like your last play, "Zangjiao", I am your loyal fan!" ”

"Zangjiao" was her play last year, which won the Bailan Award, which gave her a little prestige.

"You... Can you sign it for me? She pointed to her shirt, her eyes full of longing.

"Absolutely." She took the pen from the girl's hand, and the pen was neat and chic.

The girl looked at the idol close at hand with a wooden expression, she was very beautiful, it was a kind of compelling beauty, and it was difficult for ordinary people to bear it.

Rong Qi returned the pen to her, thought about it, and said, "Do you know where Chi Yan's office is?" ”

The girl came back to her senses, "Professor Chi? "No one is allowed in his office, but since you're looking for him, I can take you to the classroom, which happens to be his class." ”

She smiled and thanked her.

Jiangzhou University is the highest university in Jiangzhou, and the construction is also first-class, covering a large area, so Rong Qi feels that he deserves to get lost.

This is the first time Rong Qi has come to the classroom with so many people, it is full, she is wearing a mask and hiding in a small corner.

The man's eyes on the stage paused, the coldness between his eyebrows softened inch by inch, and he continued: "Do you have a classmate to tell me about your understanding of love?" ”

The voice fell.

In the audience, there are rows of people raising their hands, countless.

Chi Yan picked a few at random, and the first one to stand up was a short-haired girl, with childish cuteness, she said: "I see all living beings are grass and trees, only you are a green mountain." ”

"Well, next."

"The grass in the world is not as good as you, you are my only medicine stone."

This time it was a boy, a little nervous, "I like Tagore's quote, I think it is the most suitable way to describe love - my heart was originally a wild bird, but when I met you, I found my own sky." ”

Many students applauded in agreement, Chi Yan nodded, and praised it decently.

Some students were bold, "Professor, what about you?" ”

Rong Qi followed as if he was a demon, and looked at the person on the stage with a wrong eye.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels that the eyes of the two of them are staggered several times.

He didn't rush to speak, he looked at them quietly, but he couldn't see anyone, everything in the world was not in his eyes, only she was allowed to be alone, and flowers were born all the way.

"I couldn't control my eyes and couldn't help but look at her, like a person with a dry mouth who drinks water when he knows it's poisonous. I had no intention of loving her, and I tried to pinch out the sprouts of love, but when I saw her again, the love in my heart was resurrected. ”

This passage is from Jane Eyre.

The man's voice penetrated the eardrums through the reckless sea of people, like the snow falling from the eaves of a winter day, extreme and ethereal coolness.

Rong Qi watched, and in an instant, her heart was in a mess.

With applause in her ears one after another, she came back to her senses and exited the classroom in a low-key manner.

The remnants of the sky spread in the night, and the evening breeze stayed to eavesdrop on them.

"How's the hand?" She asked the first question.

Chi Yan raised his head to look at her incredulously, the corners of his mouth curled obviously, "You finally ignored me." ”

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly approached, tiptoed, and kissed him on the lips without warning.