Before the end of the semester, there are not many people in the library and there are a lot of empty seats.
Xie Jiaran followed Liang Sunian in, and they chose a window seat on the third floor and sat down.
Liang Sunian spent nearly an hour explaining most of the remaining half of the test paper from yesterday. He stayed on one of the typical questions for a while and took out a notebook he brought with him.
The blue and white cover is not brand new and looks like it has been used for a long time.
"I took some notes during class. You may find them useful. The first part is all basic knowledge. You can read them in your free time, or do some exercises. You should have no problem passing the final exam."
It is easiest to feel lazy in the afternoon, and listening to the logic questions makes people dizzy. Xie Jiaran was sleepy a long time ago, and he almost endured the rest of the day by resisting the sleepiness.
His reaction slowed down. He took Liang Sunian's notebook and flipped through it. The handwriting was beautiful and the format was neat, but they were not as eye-catching as the small lace borders of fruit illustrations on each page.
There is no doubt that a notebook full of a girl's childish innocence is incompatible with Liang Sunian's personality.
Seeing him staring at the footer in a daze, Liang Sunian couldn't help but sneer: "I just bought it casually at the stationery store at the school gate. The cover looks simple, but I didn't expect it to be so fancy inside. But since I bought it, I can only use it."
"It looks pretty good." Xie Jiaran said slowly, with a hint of subtle fatigue in his voice.
Liang Sunian said: "Indeed, I used to get used to it and thought it was cute, but now I don't think so anymore."
Xie Jiaran tilted his head and asked, "Why?"
"Because there is no harm without comparison."
Liang Sunian pointed at the book and said, "None of the paintings above are as good as yours."
With his smiling face, it's hard not to feel that he is flattering.
The sun sets lower and lower, and the sunlight, with arcs, jumps and spreads onto every floor.
Liang Sunian asked Xie Jiaran what he wanted to drink, went downstairs to find a vending machine, and when he was paying, he met a male classmate, who looked at him with surprise.
"It's a rare thing. Our great scholar of politics and law would actually go to the library? This is the first time in history, right? Are you sure I'm not seeing things?"
Liang Sunian bent down and took out two bottles of soda water, and glared at him: "Why, can't I come to the library again?"
"It's not that I can't come, I just don't want to come." The male classmate said, "You haven't been to the library since freshman year, so why are you so interested in coming here to check in today?"
“It’s not a punch card.”
Liang Sunian thought about it and gave himself a precise positioning for this trip: "It should be barely categorized as a precise one-on-one temporary tutor."
"Teacher?" The male student was delighted: "Which kid has the honor to receive one-on-one tutoring from our great talent in the Department of Political Science and Law?"
"Hmm... a future artist who is rich in artistic talent but lacks in scientific logic."
When Liang Sunian returned to the third floor with the water, the future artist had already fallen asleep on the table.
The hand that was supporting his head was pressing down on his colorful notebook, and he still had a pen pinched between his right fingers.
Seeing that the tip of the pen was about to touch his face, Liang Sunian reached out and pulled the pen out in time, but was obstructed when he tried to retract it. His little finger and ring finger were unconsciously hooked by the sleeping person, and then the fingers were curled up and held in the palm of his hand.
He is even clingier when asleep than when awake, just like a little kid who can't live without people.
Liang Su Nian smiled and neither woke him up nor pulled his hand away, just letting him hold her.
Fortunately, he picked up a few books when he came just now, and now he can read them to kill time.
After a while, he felt his hand being pulled and rubbed twice. He turned his head to look and saw that the sleeping child was probably uncomfortable with the shinning sun, and was hiding behind his hand in a daze with a frown on his face.
Liang Sunian deliberately moved back a little as if teasing. Xie Jiaran's brows furrowed even deeper. He tightened his fingers and rubbed his forehead on the back of his hand in dissatisfaction.
Liang Sunian, who was secretly showing off his evil humor, curved his lips even further. He glanced at the table, picked out a book and placed it in front of him to block the sunlight.
The empty seat next to him was occupied by someone who had placed a textbook on it. The owner of the book arrived late when the sun was about to set.
It was a female classmate, who probably overslept in the dormitory in the afternoon.
She certainly didn't come here to continue reading at this time. When she packed up and was about to leave, she recognized who was sitting next to her. She opened her eyes slightly wide as if she wanted to say something. Liang Sunian quickly made a "hush" gesture and pointed to the side at her.
The girl tilted her head along with his movements, and her eyes became brighter when she saw the face of the sleeping person and what they were doing at the moment.
He closed his mouth and made an "OK" gesture, suppressing the desire to curl up the corners of his mouth, and hurried away with the book.
That night, someone posted a photo of the two of them standing in the library from behind on the Tsinghua University campus forum, with only four simple words in the caption:
Pleasing to the Eyes
The discussion was heated under the post:
It's so rare that you can run into the school beauty and the school hunk in the same frame, brother, go buy a lottery ticket.
Is this what they call recognition? But in a photo of their backs, I can't think of anyone else except them.
I finally believe that good-looking people even have good-looking backs of their heads.
The relationship between the two is really good. The previous rumors about them not getting along turned out to be just rumors. Beautiful people should be friends with beautiful people, right
Why! Take! Such! A! Far! Photo! I! Want! To! See! How! The! School! Beauty! Sleeps!
I laughed too, he looks so cute.
She is only good in front of the school hunk (dangerous statement)
Finally someone said it! Don't call me a fujoshi who sees gay people, they are really a perfect match, the ambiguity that comes out is almost overflowing from the photos (Are they really not together!
I was lucky enough to take the seat next to them in the morning, and I saw them up close when I went to pack my things in the afternoon! School Beauty Xie was really well behaved, she even held someone's hand when she fell asleep, and School Grass Liang was also very gentle, he even held up a book to help people block the sun.
Woc! Sister upstairs, go buy lottery tickets overnight!
Please tell me in details, sisters!
I want to kowtow but I don’t dare to. No, I have to hold it in. I am a polite and civilized college student from a prestigious university!
I am also woooo, I can endure the tenth level of internal injury qaq
Lin Shan, who bought a house on the forum, didn’t know whether the two parties had seen the post, but he had been having fun all night.
Of course, as the only person who knew the truth, he did not forget to help his friend cover up the incident before it escalated:
Stop making blind guesses. I am their friend and I can guarantee based on my sexual orientation that they really just have a good relationship, it is not as complicated as you think.
It's normal for brothers to hold hands. Don't over-interpret it, as it would be bad to cause trouble to the parties involved.
Halfway through, I finally remembered something that I had almost completely forgotten, opened WeChat, and sent a message to one of the parties involved:
Your Shanshan: Are you there? Are you there, my dear Jiaran baby
x. ：Yes, what's the matter
Your Shanshan: Are you busy? Can I ask you a slightly presumptuous question
x.: I'm not busy, you ask.
Your Shanshan: A female classmate from the Chinese Department wants your contact information, would you give it to her
x. :
x.: I don’t know anyone in the Chinese department.
Your Shanshan: I know, that’s why I wanted to add contact information to get to know you.
x. ：... No, I don't like chatting much.
Your Shanshan: OK! Got it, I'll pass the message on right away!
Lin Shan took a screenshot of the chat history between himself and Xie Jiaran and sent it to Su Xiaoyue:
Your Shanshan: Pictures
Your Shanshan: Squad leader, I'm sorry, I failed my mission. qaq
Half Moon: Oh, it’s okay.
Ban Yue: It has nothing to do with you. We didn’t have high expectations in the first place.
Half Moon: /Cat patting headjpg.
Lin Shan replied with an expression of rolling on the ground acting like a spoiled child, and happily closed WeChat.
He said, how could someone who had been protected by a majestic eagle go to see the pretty little sparrow
Xie Jiaran should go home this weekend.
In the afternoon of the fifth week, I packed my things and left the school. I passed by a stationery store. I didn't forget what I was thinking about, so I went in and bought a notebook.
His home is in Miancheng, a neighboring city of Jincheng, which is about two hours' drive away. He left school at three o'clock and stood at the door of his home before six o'clock.
The door was closed and he didn't have a key to the house.
His mother had always said that she would find time to help him get one, but it seemed like there were always things, big or small, that kept delaying her, and she still hadn't found the time until today.
Fortunately, he doesn't come back often.
After knocking on the door for a long time without receiving any response, Xie Jiaran called his mother, Ms. Zhou Wenyue.
"Hey, Xiaoran, are you home yet?"
Xie Jiaran hummed: "Just arrived."
"So soon... Then you have to wait for mom for a while. I just picked up your brother from school and he is clamoring for ice cream dessert. We are still in the city center now."
"It's okay, take your time."
"Is there anything you want? Mom will buy it for you."
"No need, Mom. It's rush hour now. You and Shang Shang should be careful on your way back."
"OK."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Jiaran waited at the door of his house for nearly half an hour, and Zhou Wenyue finally came back with Lu Shang.
As half brothers with a different mother and almost a generation age difference, Xie Jiaran and Lu Shang have never been close. Calling him Shang Shang, and the other party reciprocatingly calling him brother, is the most frequent communication between them.
"It's sunny outside, come in quickly."
Zhou Wenyue opened the door and urged Lu Shang to go in first before turning to Xie Jiaran: "Aunt Zhang took leave to go back to her hometown these two days, and my mother had to cook for herself, so she went to the supermarket to buy groceries on the way, which delayed her until now."
"It's okay." Xie Jiaran took the bag from Zhou Wenyue: "Mom, go in first."
"Oh, okay."
When I entered the house, Lu Shang was gone.
Xie Jiaran put the bag of vegetables on the dining table: "Is Uncle Lu working overtime today too?"
"Yes, I've been busy lately and have been working overtime for several days in a row."
Zhou Wenyue thought about what to cook for dinner, and said to Xie Jiaran, "Xiaoran, go back to your room and rest for a while. Mom will call you when dinner is ready."
Xie Jiaran nodded and went upstairs to his room.
After taking a shower, changing clothes, and tidying up the room, Zhou Wenyue called him downstairs to eat.
Lu Shang sat on the inside and Xie Jiaran sat opposite him.
The boy would not behave himself. When he had a meal at home, he would complain that this was not tasty and that was too far away from him.
Zhou Wenyue's scolding was not painful, and her pampering was greater than helplessness: "Okay, okay, mom won't make it next time, okay? You like to eat this, right? Here, this is also..."
The sweet and sour pork ribs originally placed in front of Xie Jiaran were replaced by a plate of braised pork shreds under Zhou Wenyue's manipulation, and the pine nut fish was turned into crispy pork soup.
Xie Jiaran looked at the shredded and chopped green onions in the two dishes in front of him, lowered his eyes silently, and did not touch them from beginning to end.