The Records of the Library

He Ai arrived home smoothly in a blush sunset. The familiar black Range Rover was parked in the garage, the lights in the porch and kitchen were on, and the voices of conversation came through the half-closed iron door.

He was in a good mood, leaning his bicycle against the foot of the courtyard wall, walked lightly across the courtyard, and pushed the door in.

A woman was standing in front of the display cabinet, fiddling with something. He Ai glanced roughly at the back of that figure, lowered her head to change her shoes, and called mom casually.

Min Lele didn't pay attention to the movement behind her. She was startled when she heard the voice, and the model in her hand fell to the ground.

He Ai followed the prestige, and Min Lele picked up the scattered building block parts at a loss. She was more than ten years older than He Ai, but she was still younger and more beautiful than He Qishan, and she was smiling a little flatteringly at the moment: "Xiao Ai is back."

He Ai only felt that the smile was an eyesore, and her good mood was destroyed in an instant. She frowned and asked, "Why are you here? Where's my dad?"

"He's in the kitchen, just wait and eat..."

He Ai didn't finish listening, and went straight to the kitchen.

He Qishan raised his shirt sleeves on both sides, put on an apron, and was gouging out fish scales on the chopping board, when he heard He Ai's angry footsteps approaching, he turned his head and glanced.

He Ai asked straight to the point: "Why is she here?"

"Xiao Le sent me back, so I should treat her to a meal." He Qishan was not annoyed by He Ai's indifferent tone, he cut open the fish tenderly and put salt on it.

It turned out that the cars were all given away to others.He Ai became even more irritable, and couldn't help but speed up her speech: "When is she leaving? Are you going to keep her for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

He Qishan replied: "Not necessarily, she only leaves when she wants to. Xiao Le is my fiancée, and celebrating the festival together is a matter of course."

Seeing He Qishan's appearance as a good man washing his hands and making soup, He Ai formed a huge contrast with the person in his impression who hadn't even cut fruit at home. He felt sick to his stomach and had the urge to laugh: "You guys have a good time, you don't need to eat. calls me."

He Qishan is used to it: "Okay, as you like."

Such a soft answer undoubtedly added fuel to the flames, making He Ai more like a vexatious child, making his anger distorted and powerless.

He gasped for breath and left the kitchen. When passing by the living room, he saw Min Lele kneeling on the carpet thinking about something. He took a closer look and saw that it was the Lego model of the Guggenheim Museum, the one she had just broken.

"I'll come." He Ai walked over.

Min Lele was stunned for a moment because of the sudden surprise, and after regaining consciousness, she smiled sheepishly and handed the building block parts to He Ai, "Great, this one is so difficult to put together without blueprints, I don't know how to do it very well."

He Ai of the Guggenheim Museum has fought countless times since she was a child, and she quickly returned to her original state.

Min Lele said: "This model is really beautiful, thank you Xiaoai."

He Ai put the model back to its original position, and said nonchalantly: "You should thank He Qishan, he is the one who gave you the right to enter this house he designed with his ex-wife, smash the souvenir of his first marriage proposal, and sit in the house of his ex-wife My favorite carpet, just to remind you, the slippers you are wearing belonged to his ex-wife too, no need to thank me."

He Ai went upstairs, and Min Lele's sniffling sound came from behind him. He felt that maybe it was true, he did have the talent to bully others.

Lan Ting received a forum friend request from Ai He.

Anyway, I added WeChat, do you want to tell He Ai the truth?Lan Ting was thinking, and then received a message from Ai He: [Are you there?i want to hear you talk. ]

Lan Ting resolutely chose to chat with He Ai for a longer time. He checked his homepage for no information that would expose his identity, and replied a message: [Then you have to say it too. ]

[Aihe: No problem. ]

[Aihe: So last time I was scared away? ]

[Aihe: You are so easy to be shy. ]

Lan Ting's face burned instantly: "Ah, this person is so annoying."

He passed the friend application, and He Ai was quiet for a while, probably looking at his homepage, he turned on the voice changer and adjusted it to the last parameter.

He Ai suddenly sent a voice: "Are you a junior in the Faculty of Arts?"

The voice is a little lower than when we met during the day.

The basic information is bound to the student number and cannot be modified, so Lan Ting had to admit: "Well, why..."

Suddenly, Lan Ting found that he had adjusted the voice changer but forgot to turn it on, and his breathing stopped in shock. He immediately shut up and turned on the voice changer, pretending to be calm and said: "The signal is not very good just now, I'm a junior, what's wrong?"

He Ai didn't reply, Lan Ting was terrified, scolded himself for being clumsy, and worried that He Ai had heard something, and when he added He Ai's WeChat, he noted his college information, both of whom were juniors in the Faculty of Arts, He Ai Margaret would inevitably have some associations, so he might as well admit his mistake and apologize.

Lan Ting tremblingly typed into the input box: I'm sorry, I'm Lan Ting, I want to be friends with you, so I did something wrong.

Before sending it, He Ai replied: "Then I'll call you brother?"

Listening to the voice, Lan Ting typed out some garbled characters.

He Ai said again: "Brother, I'm in a bad mood. Can you comfort me?"

It was still a magnetic voice, but it sounded like a well-hidden fragility. Lan Ting was in a trance for a while, and suddenly realized——

He Ai was acting...acting like a baby!

He took off his earphones abruptly, his face flushed red, the words "brother" were like He Mi blowing into his ears, it made his head dizzy and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Okay, okay." Lan Ting opened his mouth tentatively, his voice was so unfamiliar that it didn't seem to come from his throat.

It's over, I can't talk anymore.

This is exaggerated and it will give away.

He deleted a bunch of mess in the input box, and replied: [Okay, but my throat is a little uncomfortable, I'd better type. ]

He Ai felt bored, and typed on the keyboard expressionlessly: [It's okay, then take a good rest, we'll talk next time. ]

He quickly logged off after posting, and called Mao Ziqi: "Add friends. I don't want milk tea today, I want wine, whatever wine, bring me a barbecue on the way, and send you the menu via WeChat."

"Yes, bring it to my house."

Mao Ziqi felt that his brain might be tricked, so let it be fine if he was cheated, and asked for trouble to be oppressed by He Ai, isn't it delicious to play a few chickens in the dormitory?

Come as soon as you come, but you are not allowed to enter the door, so you can only squat in the yard to feed the mosquitoes.

He Ai showed Mao Ziqi KL's homepage, and he became even angrier: "Ah? Isn't it a QQ friend?"

He Ai raised her eyebrows: "I only mentioned friends."

Mao Ziqi gritted his teeth with hatred. He saw that He Ai's food was delicious. The smell of cumin and chili powder made him hungry. He reached out to get the chicken legs, but was kicked by He Ai, "If you want to eat, buy it yourself."

Isn't this what I bought!Mao Ziqi hated it even more, but he didn't dare to say it. His desire to survive felt that his brother was in a bad mood now, so he didn't dare to touch the bad luck, so he said, "I want to go in and turn on the air conditioner."

"Min Lele is inside, you go in and blow."

Mao Ziqi understood where He Ai's anger came from, and lowered his head to scroll through the chat records: "No, no, I think it's quite cool outside."

He casually clicked on a voice from KL, listened to it a few times and found it wrong, so he amplified his voice for He Ai to hear: "Brother Ai, do you feel that the voices in the front and the back here are different?"

At that time, He Ai was so distracted that she didn't listen carefully, but now she noticed something different.

"Well, he used a voice changer."