The Records of the Library

Time flies, and it's Golden Week in a blink of an eye.

The track and field team organized a training camp in the last three days of the holiday. So far, He Ai's time has been fully arranged and there is almost no room for breathing. In the afternoon, I dragged my luggage and got on the flight to Xining.

After landing, he had to transfer to the bus. It was getting dark in the northwest. Through the window of the car, he witnessed a sunset falling on the vast plain. The scorched yellow and clear eyes, with gentle eyes stained with clouds, are scattered at the end of the straight road. It is drowsy, and the eyelids made of the earth are drooping, gradually covering its sight, so the twilight merges.

The field of vision stopped and went along with the journey of the bus, and He Ai raised the camera to record all this until the sunlight outside the window dimmed to the point where there was no trace left.The tour guide in the car was introducing the history of the atomic city of Xihai Town. The man in the front row sat quietly after getting on the car. A corner of the reflective glass reflected that he quietly wiped his eyes.

The phone vibrated twice, it was KL, and I asked him if he had been to Xining.

He Ai put on the earphones, leaned back on the backrest, and stared at the air vent above her head, "I just arrived, now I'm going to Xihai by car. Have you arrived at the hotel? What are you having for dinner tonight?"

Lan Ting took out the toiletry bag in the luggage, and took out the clothes that were pressed under it, "I just arrived at the hotel too, and I will go out to eat local dishes with my friends later."

"My friend also lives in a hotel?" He Ai withdrew her casual gaze, and looked through KL's QQ profile that she hadn't seen in time, "Are you a netizen?"

Lan Ting thought for a while: "Yes, I only chatted online before, this should be the first meeting."

"I see." He Ai responded, "Then go to Disney together?"

KL's nickname is Dawu. When he clicked into KL's space, the number of visitors was astonishingly high. There were all kinds of fancy confessions in the message board, covering various forms of Martian characters and paintings. It was simply a non-mainstream renaissance. Unscrambled out a few: [Mr. H, I read it three times, it’s so sweet, Wu Wu is really a god to write, compare my heart ~] [Madam, what will I write in the next book? ][Madam, I love you so much, see you tomorrow! ]

"That's right." Lan Ting said, when he heard someone knocking on the door, "Stop talking, my friend is waiting for me, I have to go. Take care of yourself."

With a beep, KL hung up on He Ai before saying goodbye for the first time.He took a deep breath of the stale air in the car, and knocked heavily on the screen word by word: Be safe and have fun.

He continued to dig down, and finally found the reason for the strange style of the message board. There was a message that read "ε丨硪萱伱, Wuwuda,? Cai? Caibubutang, Kangkang Ibaqiuhuifu★", KL is at the bottom Back to the sentence: [ha clam clam clam oh. ]

He Ai stared at the screen in a daze. The popularity of KL seems to be very high. He writes articles, and he is from the Faculty of Arts, probably a writer.

Based on the only clues he had, he searched for Mr. H on the Internet. The search results were not highly relevant, and only Xiao Huangwen could be linked to the book.

When they arrived at the station, everyone got off the car one after another. He Ai was the last one. When he got off the car, the crowd had already gathered under the opened luggage compartment door on the side of the car. Everyone dragged things out one by one.He Ai walked over and put out her hand against the hatch.

The people gradually dispersed, and the two fell to the end, leaving only one 18-inch suitcase waiting to be claimed, which belonged to He Ai.Brother Bancun staggered out with small steps, stood upright and tall and straight. By the light of the street lamp, He Ai caught a glimpse of a few scars embedded in his scalp. , in his early twenties, or in his thirties, it's all possible.

Brother Bancun looked at him, "He Ai?"

He Ai forcefully closed the cabin door, and there was a loud noise in the quiet night. He pulled up the box on the open space and asked, "We know each other?"

"You start from City J, and you are expected to arrive at the B&B at 8 o'clock, student." Cuntou squinted at the shipping label on his box, and raised the corners of his lips, "You said this in Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea. I am the group leader, Ye Ge, no To take advantage of you, just call me Brother Xiaoye."

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea is the group name of their team, with a total of eight people.

He Ai said: "Hello, group leader. Don't you want to take your luggage and leave?"

"You're a bit rebellious." Ye Ge narrowed his eyes, "I sent the luggage to the hotel, let's go."

He looks rough, but he is warm-hearted.He Ai picked up the suitcase, and the two of them walked towards the B&B together. On both sides of the road were two or three-story red-roofed buildings. From time to time, some red propaganda slogans were seen. The road was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind in the wilderness, and the universal wheels rolling by. The rumble of the concrete floor echoed in the street.

"Traveling on vacation?" Ye Ge took out a pack of cigarettes, handed it to his lips, and then remembered to ask He Ai's opinion, and raised the hand holding the cigarette.

"Never mind." He Ai said, she had no worries about the strangers she met by chance, so she confessed frankly, "I'm here to find someone, someone who avoids me."

The biker said he was looking for someone, which sounded strange, but Ye Ge didn't show any signs of change, and put the cigarette back into his jacket pocket calmly, "Coincidentally, I'm looking for someone too. But this is a long-term goal, short-term The goal is to have a photography exhibition.”

"Don't be in a hurry." He Ai said.

"Once you understand why people leave, maybe it's considered gentle not to look for them." Ye Ge walked forward with his pockets in his pockets, "But if I really don't look for them, I can't let myself go. This is a compromise."

He Ai asked coldly, "Why?"

Ye Ge answered inexplicably: "Why?"

He Ai found that the two of them couldn't get on the line like the TV remote control turned on the air conditioner, and there was no tacit understanding at all, unlike him and KL, who occasionally fell silent and could hear the breathing sound of the other party at the same frequency in the earphones.But it wasn't that he and Ye Ge couldn't talk.

"Why go?"

"Is this man treating you well?" Ye Ge quickened his pace.

"Okay." He Ai followed.

When the B&B arrived, the lamp inside the door cast a blurred white light on the tiles on the steps. Ye Ge stopped at the bottom of the steps and patted He Ai on the shoulder.

"It's because of this."

After finishing speaking, he raised the transparent door curtain and stepped into the door in two steps.

When He Ai dragged the suitcase into the lobby, Ye Ge ran off somewhere.The boss was sitting at the front desk watching TV, he said hello, checked in with his ID card, and was about to take out his mobile phone to pay the deposit for the room card, when Ye Ge appeared from behind him again.

"You also read Lan Wu's book?" Ye Ge carried a big bag on his shoulder, and looked directly at He Ai's phone screen without avoiding suspicion, his eyes flashed with the light that is hard to find.

He Ai closed the search page, scanned the QR code and paid the deposit, "Who?"

"Lan Wu, the author of "Falling in Love with Mr. H." Ye Ge looked at him suspiciously, "Have you ever heard of it? Are you really a student?"

The title of the book sounds like it could be classified into the category of the domineering president falling in love with me. If you judge people by their appearance, Ye Ge is not like a book reader, let alone this kind of Mary Su novel.He Ai restrained her confused expression: "Say it again."

Ye Ge pointed his mobile phone in front of him: "Lan Wu."

He Ai saw that this was a Q group with more than 200 people. The group name was Wuhuiyiyi, and the title of "Dawu" with the title of administrator fit perfectly with KL's profile picture.

The group is discussing in full swing.

[Wuwu can I ask for a lottery tomorrow? ]

[I want it too, but unfortunately I'm not in Shanghai 1551. ]

[Mrs. Yan in Xuli and Mrs. Miaotian both said that Wuwu is a boy on their new Weibo accounts! !Still looks good! ! !I miss Kangkang so much! ! ! ! ]

[Yeah, yeah, I hurriedly watched. ]

He Ai turned her face from the back of the phone, raised her black eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Ye Ge, pull me into the group."

Lan Ting ate dinner for nearly three hours, during which time he didn't have a chance to touch his phone and take a look.Although he had already said in advance that he was male, the vaccination didn't work well, and both parties were quite frightened after going out.Fortunately, the embarrassment was only temporary, and soon everyone chatted like an online chat, and had a very happy meal.

Lan Ting went back to the room, sat on the changing stool and untied his shoelaces, checking his phone for any news, but He Ai didn't look for him the whole night, he sent a sentence, what are you doing, he was so absorbed that he didn't notice that he was wearing it backwards After putting on the slippers, he suddenly remembered the advice of his colleagues that he had better wear a mask tomorrow.

He planned to wear a mask, and he was still in school. If his classmates recognized him, it would be a public execution.He is still cautious in this regard, and more importantly, he is thin-skinned.

Lan Ting was looking for a suitcase when He Ai's application came over.His discordant shoe toes were reflected on the screen, and he realized that he was wearing it comically backwards, so it was no wonder that something was wrong.

But there seems to be something more wrong.

He Ai sent a video application?