While waiting just now, Zhong Nuanyang watched time pass little by little, and she suddenly felt so stupid at a certain moment, why did she accompany Liu Yangyang to play such an inexplicable game. At this moment, looking at the few people on campus, thinking about the missed bus, she had already made up her mind not to entangle with Liu Yangyang. With that in mind, she tossed the envelope in her trouser pocket into the trash can in the corner.

After leaving the school gate, she found that there were many people gathered on the opposite side of the school, all looking up and watching the workers put plaques on the door. Zhong Nuanyang found out that the seized Internet café had been transformed without knowing when, through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, you could clearly see that it was full of bookshelves and all kinds of stationery, and the clerk was busy sorting out the books on the shelves and the cardboard boxes scattered on the ground, just waiting for the opening.

Recently, Zhong Nuanyang went out early and returned late, and Zhong Nuanyang didn't notice when they were decorated. At this moment, she saw the excitement over there, but she thought of his bright smile when she saw Zhang Sheng at the door of the Internet café before. It's been a long time since I've heard from Zhang Sheng, and I don't know if he's come out of his grief now...... Zhong Nuanyang also wrote a letter to comfort Aunt Liu Mei after his death, but the letter sank into the sea without any reply.

A cold wind hit, Zhong Nuanyang shivered and tightened the collar of his school uniform, and walked quickly towards the station against the wind. A young man with long hair hurried past her and walked briskly in the direction of the bookstore. Zhong Nuanyang felt that he was familiar, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at it twice, just to see him pointing at the workers at the door, who took down the plaque and rehung it according to his instructions.

It seems that he is the owner of the bookstore, Zhong Nuanyang secretly speculated, but he still didn't remember where he had seen him.

Until she got on the bus, she suddenly had a spirit, the long-haired man was not the one who called in front of her last time, if I remember correctly, it seemed that Zhang Sheng was mentioned on the phone at that time. Zhong Nuanyang didn't know what the cold feeling in his back was, and at the same time, he couldn't figure out why that person would open a bookstore here, and he didn't look like a person who could run a bookstore.

Shaking her head to dissipate the buzzing sound in her ears, Zhong Nuanyang leaned against the car window with her hand against her forehead, it has been a month since the car accident, and she still has tinnitus from time to time.

The winter vacation is coming in a few days, and the sense of powerlessness in Zhong Nuanyang's heart rises again, she touches the scar on her hand that is still faintly painful, and recalls what she has experienced in the past few months, which feels particularly unreal. Not letting her pessimism hold back for too long, she sniffed and focused her attention on recalling the content of the class, which she had to fill in as soon as possible.

When he was about to get home, Zhong Nuanyang felt a trance in front of him, and a familiar figure seemed to flash by. She took a closer look, and the neighbors passing by were some common neighborhoods on weekdays, and she responded to the warm greetings of several aunts, laughing in her heart that she was not only tinnitus, but also dazzled.

In the noodle shop at the back door, Su Feng was taking the large row of noodles brought by the boss at the moment, rubbing his hands with satisfaction.

"I haven't seen you lately, I thought you were tired of eating this bite." The boss sat next to him and wanted to light a cigarette, but the proprietress glared at him with her eyes, so she had to take it back silently.

"Busy. Today there is no one at home, and when I am hungry, I think of you. Su Feng smiled while pouring vinegar into the noodles.

"Why is there no one in your family? Next time, you don't have to come over, just make a phone call, and I'll have someone send you home. "The first time the proprietress took the initiative to talk, the mild-mannered boss was a little unaccustomed.

"No, I just came over if I wanted to eat it, and this noodle was sent over......" Su Feng smiled and picked up a piece of noodles: "Thank you, boss." ”