Night Labyrinth

Seeing my surprised expression, Song Qian smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I should have called you before I came here."

"Why are you here?" I asked directly because I was too surprised.

Before, I clearly remembered that Song Qian said that she would go home and work after graduation, and I have always thought so since then.

Now that she suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, my brain couldn't react at once.

"I just got off the train early this morning, and I need to come here to go through some formalities." Song Qian explained, "I'll be going back tomorrow."

"Oh." I nodded, only to realize that I forgot to invite Song Qian into the room just now.

"I'm sorry I forgot while I was talking, come in quickly, it's cold outside." I quickly let Song Qian into the bedroom and let her sit on my bed.

Song Qian saw the rabbit pillow on my bed, grabbed it and squeezed it, "It's so cute, it looks a bit like you."

"Really?" I smiled.

"Yeah." Song Qian put down the pillow, "Actually, I planned to leave after finishing my work, but some procedures had to be postponed until tomorrow, so I had no choice but to stay here for a day. Originally, I wanted to find a room From the hotel, I thought about going back to school to have a look later, and then I thought of you."

"Me?" I looked into her eager eyes, and couldn't help but wonder if what she was going to say next had something to do with that person.

"Well, I just thought that if you have a free bed here, I might as well stay at school for one night, and recall the life of sleeping and eating." Song Qian laughed.

"Oh." After hearing her answer, I couldn't hold back my disappointment.

Seeing that my expression was wrong, Song Qian hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's fine if it's inconvenient. I just came over on a whim to take a look, but I didn't know if you were inside, so I knocked on the door. I didn't even remember Wrong your bedroom number."

"It's okay, there's nothing inconvenient. I'm the only one in the dormitory. You can stay here tonight." I tried my best to smile warmly at Song Qian.

For some reason, seeing her being polite and polite to me, even if she wasn't close before, made me feel a little sad.

"Won't it bother you? Thank you so much." Song Qian also showed a bright smile.

"No. I just have two quilts here. Can you sleep on my upper bed at night?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter which one you sleep in." Song Qian was very grateful.

So we made our beds and went downstairs to dinner together.

Song Qian asked me why I didn't go to practice yet, and I replied that I am not in a hurry now, I just want to get an excellent thesis.

Hearing that Song Qian just nodded and said nothing.

My first induction failed.

"Are you still painting?" Song Qian asked again.

"I paint occasionally, but I don't go to the studio anymore."

"Yes, I really don't have time."

The second time, Song Qian still didn't continue the topic to what I wanted.

"Speaking of which, Sister Song Qian, you are working as an editor in a newspaper. What types of editors are there?" This time, I decided to take the initiative.

In fact, the reason why I stayed with Song Qian was to get some news about that person from her.

It's kind of mean to say it.

Also a little sad.

But probably because I have been rejected for so long that I am finally a little timid. My self-esteem, which has been trampled countless times, no longer allows me to take the initiative to speak.

However, I couldn't suppress my desire to know.

So I can only lead the topic astray a little bit, hoping to gain a few words.

"There are quite a lot of them. According to the work unit, there are newspaper offices, publishing houses, websites, magazine offices, etc., and according to the nature of the work, there are manuscript writers, proofreaders, contract signings, etc."

Song Qian thought for a while before answering.

"Oh, that's right." I nodded while listening, "What about the editor of the novel?"

Probably my eyes were dazzled, I think Song Qian first raised the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly, and then covered it with a bigger smile, "I don't know much about novels. But He Lin is doing this."

Anyway, this time, Song Qian did not disappoint me.

The author has something to say:

In the afternoon, on a whim, I drew a picture on the draft paper. Lu Fei, He Lin, Shu Ling, and Song Qian were all in it. I think it should be easy to distinguish who is who~

Then this picture only represents the author's scumbag painting skills and scumbag shooting skills, it doesn't mean that they look like this in my heart~