The Records of the Library

There are also many people in the professional classroom on Sunday morning. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the design homework is due the day after tomorrow. It is no longer possible to count on a full three-day rest. Everyone seems to be preparing to sprint to finish the liver before the holiday, hoping to save the last holiday.

The students were in groups of three or four, chatting with each other in the middle of the drawing, while He Ai cut the wood for the model and listened intermittently.

"Yesterday, a dormitory in the six buildings caught fire, and the ceiling was blackened."

"It's a good thing I didn't go back last night."

"What's the matter? Lend me the ruler."

"It seems that they were playing hot pot in the dormitory. The power was too high and the circuit caught fire."

"Huh? No wonder, I heard that the Disciplinary Committee will come to the dormitory to check for prohibited electrical appliances tonight."

"Then I'll go back and hide the pot."

The utility knife in He Ai's hand paused for a moment.Before he packed his luggage, he still had unrealistic fantasies about college, so he brought a hot water kettle... a coffee machine, and a car refrigerator, but after visiting the bathhouse, he went home without saying a word. Now those illegal electrical appliances It was also blatantly placed on the table, or on the ground, he couldn't remember clearly.

Still have to go back.Thinking about it, He Ai looked around at the teacher who was almost occupied by disposable lunch boxes and plastic milk tea cups, and decided to take the built model back along the way.

He finished it quickly, and it was only after four o'clock in the afternoon when he left, but before he had gone far, he heard the chatter in the classroom.

"It's too fast! Isn't the model due next Friday? I'm under a lot of pressure now."

"Got it, why haven't you seen the giant stay up late?"

"It's different to have a foundation. I also want He Qishan to be my father."

"Draw quickly, I don't want to spend the night in the classroom again. Hey, who borrowed my red ring?"

The second generation enjoys the resources brought by their parents, and naturally lives in the shadow of their parents' brilliance.He Ai didn't care, just walked back to the dormitory with the model in his arms. He lived on the third floor west of the school. For some reason, he was not separated with his classmates, but with three strangers.At that time, he had just entered the dormitory, and found that the personal belongings of other roommates had been arranged. There was a book spread out on the table next to him. It was borrowed from the library, and the bookmark was clipped near the end. It was unlikely to be the same as him. It's a freshman.

He walked to door 306, was about to put the model on the concrete fence, and then took out the key to open the door.Suddenly remembered that book, it was "Letter from a Strange Woman". He had read the Chinese translation, but it was not because of this that he remembered so deeply that day, but because of the bookmark stuck in the book, a piece cut into a rectangular The vellum of the book, the exposed part of the page can only see two pleasant handwriting, "Bitch".

He Ai touched the things of the roommate he had never met without permission. He opened the book along the wide gap, and a faint sweet fragrance came out. The whole picture of the bookmark is: Be Your Rose , or bitch.

There was an interesting twist in this matter, which made He Ai have some expectations for the new roommate, but she didn't have time to meet her.

As he recalled this, the rusty gray metal door suddenly clicked, the handle of the door turned, and a narrow gap was opened. The top of the hair, the eyes poking out with difficulty from above the carton.

He Ai happened to be in his way, and kindly asked, "Can you help me?"

When those eyes met He Ai, they instantly opened wide, as if they had been frightened like never before, He Ai's eyelids twitched, with an ominous premonition.

The next moment, the carton tower collapsed, and the boxes fell to the ground in disarray. Several of them almost hit He Ai, and were dodged sideways.

"I'm sorry." He apologized awkwardly, and moved closer to He Ai, "I'm—"

He Ai caught a glimpse of a momentary disharmony in his walking posture, perhaps because the toe of his shoe hit the ground, he staggered forward, grabbed He Ai's shoulder suddenly, and pressed his body directly against the model in He Ai's hand.

He Ai heard the cracking sound, but he was too close to see the details of the model.There was only a small piece of fair face left in the field of vision, the delicate and straight Yamane, a pair of wet eyes with light black pupils staring at him without blinking.

A sweet scent lingered on the tip of He Ai's nose, and it was clearer this time. It was the sweet and astringent grass smell after the stem was broken, the moist rose smell like the petals were torn, and the sweet, honey smell.

At such a time, the man was still busy continuing the unfinished conversation, and as if it was too late if he didn't say anything, the warm breath of his breath drifted over: "Lan Ting, my name is Lan Ting, are you... He Ai?"

He Ai was afraid of expanding the scope of the victim, and maintained her posture stiffly: "Yes... hello, can you step back? My model seems to be crushed."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Lan Ting came back to his senses, took two steps back in a hurry, the tips of his ears were very red, and carefully moved his gaze to the model, "The edge seems to be crushed, I'm sorry."

He Ai picked it up and looked carefully for a week, then heaved a sigh of relief: "It's okay, just redo the landscape."

"Is it troublesome to redo?" Lan Ting looked down at the collapsed corner, and lowered her long eyelashes.

He Ai replied truthfully: "No, I still have the materials, and I can restore them in about an hour."

These words seemed to comfort Lan Ting very well, he smiled slightly, two dimples appeared on the corners of his lips, then squatted down to pick up the box, "Then I owe you an hour."

Although the model is the darling of the construction practitioners, there is no need to argue with the new roommate. He Ai put down the model and gave it a hand, "Is it blue, the family's family?"

Lan Ting nodded: "Yes, just put it by the wall, I'll throw it away later."

He Ai suddenly asked, "Are you a graduate of No. [-] Middle School?"

Lan Ting was startled for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him: "Well, what's wrong?"

He Ai looked back: "It's nothing, I thought it was the same name, but it turned out to be the senior brother himself. I am also from No. [-] Middle School, two years lower than you."

Although he was well prepared, when he directly realized that Yu He Ai was just a name, Lan Ting still felt a sense of loss.He tried his best to maintain his smile, and acted like a senior, "What a coincidence, our school has a fourth middle school alumni group, let me pull you in, there are quite a lot of activities such as dinners and parties, and you can ask questions if you have any questions." Ask in the group."

"No need." He Ai stretched out his hand, ready to lift the last box, and accidentally touched Lan Ting's fingertips. He found that his hand was shaking, his whole arm, and his whole body, "Are you afraid of me, brother?" ?”

The incident was so big that the whole No. [-] middle school knew that He Ai bullied a classmate and even forced him to drop out of school. In the end, he did not know how to get out of school. Bookworms of sage books should have heard of it.He Ai can fully understand other people's desire to keep a distance from dangerous elements. Once he senses the other party's resistance, he will withdraw wisely. This has been the case throughout his high school career.

Lan Ting also noticed that his weakness was unusual, put his hands behind his back, and explained: "No, the Disciplinary Committee will come to check at six o'clock. I was busy packing the dormitory for lunch, so I just dealt with it casually. Maybe I have hypoglycemia. .By the way, I'm afraid you won't come back, so I help you hide your things, put them in a cardboard box and put them under the table, and they've been sealed."

The long-lost kindness made He Ai uncomfortable, so he said thank you dryly, the two were silent for a while, and he asked again: "Do you want something to eat?"

Lan Ting smiled, his face seemed to be three points whiter than when we first met: "It's okay, I'm used to it, let's tidy up the dormitory first, the hygiene needs to be checked, and there are two roommates who are going to exchange, entrust me to help tidy up .”

He Ai glanced at his watch, it was nearly five o'clock, and it would be a long time before He Qishan came back from the airport, so he said, "You can owe another hour."

Lan Ting drank the hot porridge, while He Ai turned his back, his eyes fell on him majestically.Seen from a close distance, He Ai's shoulders are very broad, and his shoulder blades rise and fall under his clothes when he moves. The white T-shirt he is wearing today is a bit see-through, and it can be seen that it is a very beautiful and powerful shape.Lan Ting blushed when she looked at it, and she didn't dare to look any further.

He Ai is well-organized in her work and has the obvious characteristics of a Virgo - cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. She also has neat hands and feet, and it doesn't take long to tidy up the dormitory.After washing and drying her hands, He Ai looked at the time and realized that it was time to leave, so she asked Lan Ting, "Is it okay to clean to this extent?"

Lan Ting said: "Absolutely, it's better than 90.00% of the men's dorms."

He Ai picked up her schoolbag: "That's fine, I'll go first."

"Ah?" Lan Ting didn't react, and suddenly remembered that He Ai was a foreigner, "Okay, goodbye, be careful on the road."

But He Ai was not in a hurry to leave, she picked up her phone and walked up to Lan Ting, "Brother, add a WeChat."

Obviously, he had already rehearsed many scenarios in his mind to obtain contact information, but none of them were realized in this way. Lan Ting's heart was pounding, and his trembling hands directly betrayed his nervousness. Fortunately, this time He Ai didn't figure it out.

He Ai's WeChat name is He Ai, probably only adding acquaintances.Lan Ting's heart beat faster, and she was also slightly joyful.

He Ai opened the door and asked again: "Brother, if I have any questions, can I consult you?"

Lan Ting looked up, revealing two sweet dimples, "Of course."

He Ai also twitched the corner of her lower lip: "Brother, goodbye."

Lan Ting heard a muffled knocking sound outside the door, and He Ai moved all the cardboard boxes away.He was still in a daze, waiting for his heartbeat to calm down, and belatedly stuck out his tongue.

"Hiss, it's hot."