The Records of the Library

He Ai moved back to the dormitory.

After he came back from Qinghai, he had this kind of intention vaguely, there were traces of You Wan's life everywhere in the house, when she left in a hurry, the daily necessities were still left where they were, every strand of them turned into the delicate stitches of his nostalgia.Like a fish trapped in water, this grief is unavoidable. At this time, every ounce of happiness is like a debt to the past, which often makes him regret it.

It wasn't solemn enough to explain this matter on the phone. When the holiday was coming to an end, He Ai held back her words and finally waited until He Qishan came home.

The father and son met in the living room. It was dusk. He Ai had just finished the first day of training. The hot sweat had already dried up in the process of cycling. The door was unlocked. After he opened the door, he saw an equally exhausted man. people.He Qishan was sitting on the sofa, only in the front third of the seat, looking like he was about to get up at any time. He looked at the model in his hand, his face haggard and calm, and he hadn't noticed He Ai's return for a long time.

Seeing his shadow on the ground, He Ai moved her lips, the more she wanted to know the answer, the more difficult she was to speak.

Then He Qishan noticed him, as if he suddenly woke up from a dream, he hurriedly stood up, put the model back on the shelf, and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

The model is the Guggenheim Museum. When He Qishan was about to stand, he once traveled with You Wan at midnight after the museum closed. There were only the two of them in the venue. In Debussy's Moonlight Song, he knelt down to her on one knee.

It's no wonder that the public prefers the perspective of God who sees everything. He Qishan's disguise has been concealed from He Ai for a long time, but now he is vulnerable.He knew about You Wan's death.

Seeing that he was about to enter the kitchen, He Ai said, "Go out and eat."

After He Ai finished packing, the two went to a restaurant they used to frequent.They sat in the private room. During the meal, the lobby next to the door was bustling, but needles could be heard inside the room. The only words they said during the meal were thanking the waiter for adding water and paying the bill.When she returned, she was as speechless as when she left. It was not until she was almost home that He Ai asked, "When did she leave?"

It happened to be a red light, and He Qishan took a look at He Ai in the rearview mirror. He knew that he had found out as early as in the afternoon, but he didn't expect that he could hold back until now before asking questions, and even had a meal as a reward, showing his temper.

"September [-]st, the night when you start the school newspaper."

He Ai turned her head to look at He Qishan: "Did you go to see her? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Go." He Qishan only answered the first question.

He Ai didn't ask any more questions, just as the car drove into the gate, he couldn't wait to get out of the car, packed his luggage and went to school.Before leaving, He Qishan asked him where he was going, but He Ai didn't answer, he had already given He Qishan a meal to clarify the matter, now that the communication session was over, he slammed the door and left without looking back.

He returned to the dormitory, the lights were dark, he politely sent a WeChat message to inform Lan Ting that he was coming back to live, Lan Ting just said hello, but Mao Ziqi asked him if he wanted milk tea and he accidentally ordered too much.He Ai threw the phone on the table to charge, started tidying up the bedding, replaced the bedding with new ones, arranged the toiletries, and went to the campus supermarket to fill in the vacancies. It was only when she scanned the QR code to pay that she discovered the news from KL: [Xiao Ai passed today How are you doing? ]

He Ai carried the things back the same way, and replied, "It's nothing, I'm so tired."

KL sent a voice request and asked him after connecting, "Is the training camp too hard? Rest early tonight."

"The training camp is okay, but my dad is too annoying." He Ai said, "Can I see brother tonight?"

Lan Ting's face became hot: "...Didn't you just say you were tired?"

"I'm moving back to the dormitory today, and I won't be able to sleep in bed."

Lan Ting asked: "Then you will live in the dormitory from now on, or will you go home after training?"

"Dormitory." He Ai went upstairs, and someone passed by in the corridor, he lowered his voice, "So brother should cherish me, it will be inconvenient for my roommate in the future. Don't you want to see me?"

Rubbing Lan Ting's ear with a softer voice, he said, "I think so, but I think we will meet soon."

After the training camp ended on the second day, Mao Ziqi followed He Ai all the way back to bed with a sullen face.

"Damn, your dormitory is too clean." Mao Ziqi casually dragged a chair and sat down, and began to study the things on the seat, "Which schoolmaster has so many books?"

The door was unlocked when he entered, and Lan Ting's suitcase was leaning against the corner. It seemed that he had returned, but he didn't know where he was for the time being.He Ai kicked the leg of Mao Ziqi's stool, and signaled him to sit elsewhere with his chin, "A senior brother. After reading it, you can ask my dad."

Mao Ziqi was not embarrassed after being found out, and got up to turn on the air conditioner, "Damn, uncle is worried about you. You said you were fighting, and I still want to be a spy. Is it easy for me?"

"Don't open it, I didn't pay the money." He Ai went to the balcony to wash his face. The hot water in the bathroom didn't come until after six o'clock. He took off his sweaty clothes and washed his face.

Mao Ziqi pressed the switch, and the cold air came out. He stood under the vent and pulled his collar to fan the wind, "Isn't there?"

He Ai frowned, "That's what my roommate made, you turn it off and blow the fan."

Mao Ziqi said: "He paid for the electricity used by the fan, and he paid for the water you use now. Why are you so clear when you live in the same room? Do you have any grudges?"

He Ai subconsciously drew a clear line between himself and Lan Ting, but Mao Ziqi reminded him. He shook off the water drops from his hand, picked up his mobile phone and transferred 300 yuan to Lan Ting.Lan Ting replied with a question mark. He explained that it was water, electricity and cooling bills. He went back to dry the clothes. Just as he picked up the clothes drying pole, he remembered that even this pole belonged to Lan Ting, as well as trash cans, brooms, mops, washing machines, and drinking water. machine, and maybe other things that I haven't thought of yet.

He sighed at the tree outside the balcony, moved his feet, and prepared to continue transferring money there. As soon as he returned to the room, he saw Mao Ziqi looking at the phone he had forgotten to lock.

"Give it back to me." He Ai spread her hands towards him.

Mao Ziqi displayed the chat interface with KL, and rarely looked at him seriously, "I said why I don't drink milk tea recently, I'm afraid I'll remember and ask you if it's true. He Ai, what are you doing? Is it interesting to hide it from me? "

conceal.He Ai was stabbed hard by this word, and asked back: "My mother is dead, did you tell me?"

Mao Ziqi let out a long breath of anger: "Auntie Wan told everyone not to tell you, can I be the only one to blame? Don't confuse the two things together, KL is a liar, she didn't even change her routine, I did it once You are fooled, and you are still rushing to be deceived, is there something wrong with your mind?"

He Ai grabbed his skirt abruptly, "Say it again."

Mao Ziqi glared back without hesitation, "I said, you are a fool who can't find comfort after your mother dies and can only be played around, hit me!"

He Ai let go suddenly, Mao Ziqi staggered and nearly fell to the ground, only to hear He Ai laughed a couple of times without knowing why: "You think I really like KL? He took the initiative to chat with me naked, give me red envelopes, and even talk to me I met you, how much you liked him before, how much he likes me now, you are the only one who was cheated from the beginning to the end, don't you think it's interesting?"

"Okay." Mao Ziqi couldn't help nodding, "I believe you, but because I didn't tell you something, are you going to take revenge on me like this?"

He Ai looked at him coldly, "You have also tasted the feeling of being cheated, does it feel good?"

"Crazy." Mao Ziqi threw the phone on the table heavily, and opened the door, Lan Ting was standing at the door helplessly, Mao Ziqi glanced at him, and walked straight away.

Lan Ting stood there quietly, neither entering nor leaving, showing no emotion on his face, He Ai was restless, unable to pay attention to him, took out a T-shirt from the closet and put it on, and followed him out bedroom.When passing by Lan Ting, he keenly felt that Lan Ting turned his shoulder to the side, as if he didn't want to touch him at all.He Ai sneered from the bottom of her heart, and left just like that.

He randomly found a milk tea shop to sit down, and Mao Ziqi's words "he didn't even change his routine" kept repeating in his mind. He thought he trusted KL enough, but at this moment he felt flustered for no reason.

He found KL's chat window, and the last message was sent by KL: [When Xiao Ai misses me, I will appear. ]

He Ai posted her position and attached: [Brother, I miss you very much now. ]

His eyes followed the loading circle, and soon, a red exclamation mark appeared next to his message.

[You are not the other party's friend yet, message sending failed. ]