The sunlight shone on his silhouette through the window glass, gilding his perfect silhouette with a layer of gold, as quiet and beautiful as a beautiful boy in a comic.

Soon a girl whispered: "Oh my God, Yin Haochen...... Also watch this? ”

Lin Xiyue looked at his back in a daze, the light and shadow in front of him flowed, and the picture of memories slowly emerged.

She still remembers that at that time, every time Yin Haochen came to the library to borrow a book, it was Lev Tolsky...... Oh no, it's the work of Leo Tolstoy.

And she was secretly sitting behind the bookshelf, secretly looking at him.

Obviously not interested in those books at all, she didn't even bother to read them when she squatted in the toilet, but she would still borrow a lot of books like him.

Just to be able to get a little closer to him.

"Erxi, let's go, it's almost time, let's go back to the classroom." Ling Xingyu and Chu Qianqian reminded in a low voice.

Lin Xiyue said "En", hugged a large stack of youth, and walked to the exit for the librarian to scan. This time, all she borrowed was one of her favorite authors, the collection of works of Meng Meng's wild goose.

Yin Haochen, who had been concentrating on reading, heard her footsteps in the distance, his eyes moved away from the page, and he also walked out, lined up behind her.

Beside him, he was followed by two friends he had just made recently, Zhou Yi and Wang Haitao.

The two friends were obviously puzzled by his sudden taste in painting style: "Haochen, you will also borrow this kind of book?" ”

Yin Haochen coughed lightly, glanced at Lin Xiyue's direction, and said lightly: "My favorite author is Meng Meng Da Yanyan, I have read all the youth she wrote." ”

To his disappointment, Lin Xiyue seemed indifferent to what he said, as if she hadn't heard it at all, and after scanning the pile of books, she just hugged it and left, without even giving him half a look.

Before Ling Xingyu, who was following her, left, she couldn't help but turn around and remind: "Yin Xueba, that author is called Meng Meng's Yan Yan, not Meng Meng Da Yan Yan, okay?" ”

Yin Haochen: "......"

……

Walking to the door of the library, Lin Xiyue and two friends stopped. It was suddenly raining outside, and none of them had umbrellas with them.

At this time, Yin Haochen walked behind them and silently held up the umbrella in his hand to block the raindrops for Lin Xiyue.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath and said to Lin Xiyue, "Do you need me...... Giving you a ride? I only have an umbrella, but I can give you away before I send them......"

When he said this, he used almost all his courage, and the hand hanging by his side clenched unconsciously.

My heart was almost stopping, holding my breath and waiting for her reaction......

"No thanks." Lin Xiyue looked at him, with a polite and detached smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I know that I may not have done very well in the past, and even I hated myself at that time." Yin Haochen hugged the book in his hand tightly, still stubbornly holding an umbrella for her, "I've already started to try to change." Like these books you borrowed today, I wouldn't waste time reading them in the past, but now I want to try them too......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a cold voice: "You know...... What are the themes of these books she is borrowing now? ”

I saw Su Yifeng holding a blue checkered umbrella in his hand, and when he walked to the bottom of the steps, the raindrops splashed at his feet.

He raised his chin to look at him, his long narrow eyes narrowed slightly, with some provocation, and said the answer word by word: "Childhood sweetheart." ”

(Today's recommended ticket is 4666 plus more, and the next update is 20:10~)