The Records of the Library

Does he want to see me?

Lan Ting was twisting the earphone cable, not knowing how to respond, his heart was beating so hard, but he was not on pins and needles anymore, he was afraid that He Ai would be disappointed, he must not see him as KL.

At least for now.

"It seems too early to say this now. You haven't even seen my photo. It's really a chance to meet..." Lan Ting thought of the previous meetings, and his throat was choked with bitterness, and his voice stopped. For a moment, "You don't recognize me either."

He Ai carelessly dragged out a long sound, and said slowly: "It makes sense."

But he didn't plan to ask for photos. He chatted with KL at night purely to divert his attention and vent his negative emotions along the way.Now that the initiative is enough, if KL feels that he is not easy to control and gives up the goal of attacking, or raises his vigilance from now on, it will be troublesome.

He Ai stopped making a sound, and instead waited for KL to restart the topic.

Sure enough, the silence lasted only for a while, and KL couldn't help asking: "Let's not talk about this, how do you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

He Ai closed her eyes and thought for a while, "Go home."

Lan Ting asked: "Aren't you coming out to play? There are festivals in the central square, and the school also held a garden party."

He Ai suppressed a yawn: "It's a family tradition to make mooncakes together. I'm a little sleepy."

Looking at the time, Lan Ting found that it was indeed late, and it was not good to disturb He Ai's rest, so he put away the notebook on the table, carefully stuffed it into the bottom of the bookshelf, and covered it tightly with professional textbooks, and replied cooperatively: " I'm going to bed too, let's go to bed earlier."

"Brother, good night."

He Ai raised her hand to turn on the night light by the bed, and then turned off the ceiling light. Just as she was about to hang up the call, KL said again: "...wait a minute."

He Ai was so sleepy, her voice also sank: "Well, tell me."

"I'll call you Xiaomai, is that okay?"

Xiao Ai?Whatever, it's either Xiao Ai or Xiao He anyway, there's nothing to choose.He Ai moved her head on the pillow, "Yes."

After getting an affirmative answer, Lan Ting couldn't help but jump for joy.

He said softly, as if he didn't want to disturb the butterfly that happened to land on his fingertips, "Good night, Xiao Mi."

He Ai fell asleep, but her sleep was restless, and she always felt that she had missed something important.After sleeping for a few hours, his temple was still aching when he woke up. He stretched out his hand to rub it, and finally remembered what he had forgotten: If KL is Lan Ting, what should he do?

He Ai woke up, and took out the phone from under the pillow. After unlocking it, he realized that it was the voice last night, but he forgot to record it, leaving no trace at all.What did he say last night?Thinking back, He Ai revisited the malice hidden in her words last night, and thought it was worthy of being included in the illustrated book of contemporary pua scumbags.

To sum it up in one sentence: Alcohol is harmful.

But when he thought that this was a liar, his sense of guilt suddenly fell into a moral depression, and at worst it was just a dream.

But what did he want to do with his mobile phone just now?to explain?This kind of thought did flash in his mind, but he couldn't figure out who he was going to explain, Lan Ting or KL, the complexity made him a headache.

Mao Ziqi's news rescued him from the mess.

[Waste talk: Brother Margaret!good news!good news!God helped me restore the voice! ]

[Scrap talk: Guess what? ]

[Waste words: I was only half deceived!ha!ha!ha! ]

[Waste Mao Mao Talk: The head of the panda.jpg]

[He Ai: Oh, don't say I'm leaving. ]

[Scrap talk: Don’t, I’ll say what I say. ]

[Waste talk: KL is a girl!She didn't lie to me about gender! ]

The reversal came so suddenly that He Ai was stunned for a while, how could it be a woman?

Mao Ziqi attached a voice, and He Ai clicked on it. From the flawed "um", it became a female voice, and it was still a clear and delicate female voice.

[He Ai: What did your god say? ]

[Waste words: The great god said that the witch may have forgotten the parameters and adjusted them wrong, and then changed them after reacting. ]

[He Ai: The basic information of the witch is male. ]

[Scrap talk: Well, when registering the forum account, the default gender is male, and she may not have changed it.wit.jpg]

[He Ai: Why didn't she change it? ]

[Scrap talk: How do I know, why don't you ask her why she pretends to be a man to approach you? ]

This inspired He Ai, because of Min Lele, he is very wary of the opposite sex, and he is probably more tolerant towards the same sex, but KL has no reason to understand this, otherwise this farce will turn into a thriller.It should be a crooked hit.

The bedroom door was knocked several times, following He Qishan's usual rhythm, He Ai got out of bed and answered the door.

He Qishan has already freshened up, and his body is filled with the smell of aftershave, "Clean up, go to a resort on the outskirts of the city today for the festival, and stay there for one night."

He Qishan was about to leave after finishing speaking, but He Ai didn't move, leaning against the door frame and asked: "What about the mooncakes?"

"What mooncake?" He Qishan turned around, a little confused, "Haagen-Dazs at home..."

"It's okay." He Ai retreated and slammed the door.

He Qishan didn't understand why this ancestor was unhappy again, he didn't even give Haagen-Dazs face, and asked through the door: "Do you want to eat? Do you want to go?"

He Ai replied loudly in the room: "No, go!"

"Yes." He Qishan rubbed his nose and went downstairs.

Mao Ziqi was about to land in P City, when a phone call came in suddenly, and when he answered, his brother said, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, I want to eat mooncakes."

Mao Ziqi anxiously ended the conversation, speaking quickly: "Don't you have any at home? A few days ago, Uncle He sent two boxes over."

He Ai said: "There is no soul in what is made by a machine."

Mao Ziqi was dumbfounded, "Then I... call out the moon cake?"

He Ai hung up the phone.

Mao Ziqi continued to happily land in P City.

He Ai was bored in the room for a long time, and did not step out of the room until she heard the sound and confirmed that the other two had gone out.

He ordered the molds for the ingredients for making mooncakes online. No one accompanied him to make them, so he made them himself. No one remembered Youwan, so he just remembered.

He Ai tossed about in the kitchen for a long time, and finally realized that when she was young, she was only responsible for embossing flowers with molds, and she was not as good as You Wan said, but You Wan didn't reply any of the messages she sent for advice.

Not only today, but from the day He Ai learned that his parents had divorced, she never replied to He Ai's news.

It was dark, and only the kitchen was lit in the whole house. He Ai sat in front of a pile of failed experiments, and his stomach groaned twice after a day of hunger. He sent You Wan: [Mom, I succeeded. Made and tasted alike. ]

[Where are you? ]

[No matter where you are, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. ]

After he finished posting, he saw that the news in the class group was rising rapidly. The class leader said in the group that they had set up a self-service kitchen in the third canteen, and anyone who wanted to make moon cakes could come.

He Ai picked up the key and went out.

He got into trouble with moon cakes today.