Into a parallel world

Remembering that the competition for the position of Minister of Literature began to register this morning, Qiao Ye walked to the school's bulletin board, and once again confirmed that the location was on the first floor of the school library. After familiarizing himself with the resume requirements, he went all the way to the library museum.

At this moment, the lobby on the first floor of the library is full of people, and the registration line is lined up outside, mostly girls, and everywhere they go, they are full of praise and yearning for the god-like student president, and the enthusiasm makes the line noisy.

Qiao Ye took the registration form and leaned against the pillars in the corridor to fill it out before going to line up.

The wait was long. Some people were already sitting on the floor, skipping lunch, and ordered takeaway directly. The lineup was the same as that of snapping up iPhones. Qiao Ye looked at this scene, and his salary didn't arrive until two o'clock in the morning last night, but now he ordered takeaway , It’s really a little more expensive than the school cafeteria.

Thinking of this, he sincerely sighed for the hard life. He survived for five years in his last life before his life got better. Now that he crossed the road, he was beaten back to his original shape.

"Ah!!!" A sharp female voice rang out. If there were any birds in the tree right now, they would probably fall off the tree immediately.A sound sounded, as if it symbolized something, and then screams pierced the sky one after another, the sound waves were higher than the waves, and the girls in the back swarmed forward, with frenzied light in their eyes.

"President Lu! Ahhh!"

"Master President, look here!"

Qiao Ye looked at this scene coldly, and the crowd rushed towards that one. Even though the crowd was like a sea, he still saw Lu Fengluo at the front of the crowd for the first time.

His tall height is destined to allow him to breathe more fresh air than others, and even this has an advantage over others, so when a poor and ordinary Qiao Ye suddenly stands beside such an outstanding person, all the rumors will only press against him. he.

He took a few steps back and waited for the people in front to register. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when it was his turn. He still had an hour and a half to borrow materials and prepare for the ministerial election.

Qiao Ye brushed past the people pouring out of the library, and there were not many people in the reference room on the second floor at this point.

"Aye?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Qiao Ye turned around and saw Song Jin'er coming this way. He smiled lightly and said, "Jin'er? Are you here to borrow books on the second floor?"

"No, I'm here to accompany Uncle Bai to find someone." Bai Jin'er smiled innocently and ran to Qiao Ye and said.Qiao Ye glanced back and realized that Bai Jifeng was here too.

"Ah... so that's how it is. I came here to borrow books."

"Because my brother's cell phone still can't get through, so Uncle Bai asked me to accompany him to find him." Bai Jin'er waved to the man approaching behind him, "If you see brother, tell him that we are looking for him!"

"Okay." Seeing Bai Jin'er turned and left, Qiao Ye felt unspeakably sad for a moment. Such a simple girl was treated like that because of him, but luckily he had a chance to change.

"Hello, where are the materials about the selection of previous Ministers of Literature?" Qiao Ye asked the librarian who was sorting out the materials.

"Ah, this one." Hearing this, the part-time male student said to Qiao Ye apologetically, "This one is in high demand today, and it was sold out an hour ago. You can find other related information about it." It’s on the literature bookshelf, here.” The administrator pointed to the row of bookshelves near the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, “That’s the place, you can also look for it in the management department, and then sign here first.”

An Sheng followed where the other party was pointing, signed his name, turned to the administrator and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The administrator smiled and waved, then lowered his head and continued to organize the books.

Qiao Ye walked towards the management books. There were not too many people in the library, and the wooden and light-colored table was stained with a little sunset. Like time.

Haven't been here for a long time.Qiao Ye walked slowly through the bookshelf, tapping every book on it with his fingertips, saying that the election was a fake, he just wanted to meet Lu Fengluo in the same way as in his previous life.

There are ten floors of bookshelves from bottom to top, and each floor is neatly organized. The gaps between the shelves shine through the sunlight from the window, so that the space between the two rows of bookshelves is slightly illuminated.

The library is very quiet, and the sound of the glass revolving door being gently pushed open can also be heard here.

He turned the corner and walked into the first row of bookshelves in the literature category. According to his own habit, he gently brushed his fingertips across the book covers, muttering words, and pretended to look for books, but only he knew how fast his heart was beating.

What's it like to repeat the previous Marysu-style encounter again?He couldn't explain it himself, but he was sure of the excited and sweet admiration at the first time.

Lu Fengluo raised his head from the book, regained his senses from the plot in the book, and quietly listened to the voice coming from the bookshelf next door. In this quiet space, the voice was extremely clear, but the voice was not mixed with any impurities. , with timid softness and lightness.

He turned his eyes away, and through the vertical gaps between the wooden bookshelves, he vaguely saw a thin figure from the back, a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he knocked his eyes lightly. little capers.

The sound was getting closer, Lu Fengluo gently put down the book in his hand, leaned his back against the wall, and crossed his legs casually.

Only the last row is left.

He was about to turn around.

He heard the anticipation on the other end, but it was just pure anticipation.

He suddenly heard something sinking in his heart.

Turning around and entering the last row of bookshelves facing the window, he stared at the title of the book intently, his white and rounded eyes brushed across the hard cover little by little, pretending not to notice that the end of the bookshelf was standing next to the window someone.

Lu Fengluo opened his eyes, slowly rubbed the cover with his slender fingers, looked at An Sheng who was in front of him with a smile in his eyes, and pursed his thin red lips slightly, without saying a word.

"Minister of the Department of Literature..." Passing by the fifth row, Qiao Ye raised his head, his fair neck was stretched into a beautiful arc, his fine black hair was scattered around his eyes and forehead, and when the sixth row passed, An Sheng frowned slightly, tiptoeing slightly Standing on tiptoe, try to look to the seventh row.

There was still no one in the seventh row. Qiao Ye was a little frustrated. He lowered his head and sighed. eyes, mysterious and impenetrable, unable to see to the bottom.

"You?" Qiao Ye seemed surprised, and stood there in a daze.The gentle appearance of the man opposite him was exactly the same as the one deep in his memory, and his mixed thoughts were sealed at the bottom by him. At this time, he was just the same as Qiao Ye, who used to feel inferior because of poverty.

Lu Fengluo closed the book in his hand, the sunlight outside was scattered on Qiao Ye's body, it was soft and misty, and the fair skin was dyed with warm colors, the whole body was bathed in the sunset, which made Lu Fengluo feel that he could not rely on him no matter what, He couldn't grasp it, afraid that the person in front of him would scatter around with the light as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Qiao Ye stared fixedly at the person in front of him. The light outside was so dazzling that he could only see a rough outline. The evening wind blew into the window, and the open white curtains couldn't stop it from blowing up and down. Floating, the figure that once covered Lu Fengluo appeared again, giving people an irregular blur, with a coolness, lifting the corner of Lu Fengluo's white shirt.A beige sweater was casually draped over his shoulders, which was simple and elegant, which perfectly complemented his temperament.

Standing quietly in place, the two looked at each other and saw their old friend again.