Ninety-first bowl of soup (1)
In the summer afternoon, the sun was hot, and cicadas called out the window, and the mottled leaves cast hurried shadows on the glass. The floor-to-ceiling air conditioner in the Haibin City Library was very cool. Since it was Saturday, people who came to read books Much.
But most of them are young women, ranging from teens to thirties. They are obviously here to read books, but they are all dressed up beautifully. The air is filled with various fragrances, mixed together, The scent is not so wonderful.
The drunken man's intention is not to drink.
Just like the girl by the window who is wearing a sailor suit and showing a pair of thin legs. She is about fifteen or sixteen years old and looks like a junior high school student, but her hair is dyed blond, her ears are wearing exaggerated big earrings, and her fingernails are painted Black, with bright lipstick, she is obviously an immature girl, but she insists on pretending to be a mature urban beauty.
It's also like the woman in the white shirt on the third table near the service desk. She should be 30 years old, and she exudes a mature style, which cannot be imitated by fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls. She has experienced years of precipitation And the beauty of honing cannot be duplicated. Her lipstick is fresh orange, her big wavy curly hair looks very sexy, and the collar of her shirt has two buttons, and her deep career line is clearly visible.
Otherwise, she looks like a female college student standing in front of the bookcase, with a dazzling red dress and fresh and elegant nude makeup, worthy of the title of school belle. At this moment, she was standing in front of the bookcase, holding a book in her hand, and seemed to be flipping through it carefully. But the expression on his face is extremely disturbed, so the beautiful appearance is extraordinarily attractive.
But these beauties all have one thing in common, that is, they can't help but look at the service desk.
The junior high school girls are bold and brave, the mature women are lazy and seductive, the college beauties are slightly shy, as for other women, they can't control their eyes, and they all go to the service desk look.
Haibin City is just a small city on the 18th line, and there is only one undergraduate university, which can be said to be very inconspicuous. Therefore, the facilities of the library are not very advanced. Except for the search engine and the borrowing and checking system, there is only one computer in the entire library—it is at the service desk.
At this moment, a pair of slender jade-like hands are jumping on the keyboard. Obviously it was just typing, but like the most elegant ballet dancer, he expressed this scene into a perfect picture.
Looking up, the owner of this pair of beautiful hands is wearing a black shirt, the buttons are neatly buttoned up to the top one, not even a little extra is exposed. Up the shirt is a swan-like neck, a slightly moving Adam's apple, and further up... a handsome face that makes people blush.
It's so beautiful that people can't bear to look away after just one glance.
The man looked about twenty-seven or eight years old, with black hair combed meticulously, revealing a full forehead, thick and slender eyebrows, deep and distant black eyes, hidden behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The high bridge of the nose is not afraid of the pressure of the glasses, and the thin diamond-shaped lips always hold an elegant and light smile.
The librarian of Haibin City is a handsome man who makes people's heart flutter, and it has long been known in the university. Because of this, the number of borrowers in the library, which has never been visited by anyone, has risen linearly in recent months. As long as you look carefully at the borrowing records, you will know that most of the borrowers are women, regardless of age.
Because the administrator's beauty doesn't matter age. But anyone who has met him once can't help but want to see him a second time.
It's so mesmerizing.
However, no matter whether it is a fresh and tender junior high school girl who willfully calls him uncle, a mature beauty who enthusiastically sends out a one-night stand invitation, or a Qingli University school girl who shyly confesses her love - the administrator always refuses gently and politely. He smiled at everyone he saw, but he didn't get close to anyone. After so long, they only knew his last name, Song, and didn't even know his name.
Over time, the women formed a tacit mutual agreement - everyone can only appreciate Mr. Song, and no one is allowed to take action. Probably this kind of feeling is similar to fanatical fans who like to chase stars. No women are allowed to appear around idols. He belongs to everyone.
After Mr. Song finished typing on the keyboard, the school girl walked up to him with a book in her hand, gave him a shy look, and said, "Hello, I, I want to borrow this book..." said He squinted at Mr. Song uncontrollably.
The smile on Mr. Song's face became more gentle: "Please wait a moment."
He is very good at work, so it's a pity that Xiaohua didn't get much time alone with him, and there are other people waiting behind him. Holding the book in her arms, she finally walked away step by step.
Behind the school beauty is a new face, at least the women who often come to the library have never seen it, but it looks good. "That..." She made a weak voice while handing out her documents for registration.
"Huh?" Mr. Song glanced at her, and the handsome eyebrows and eyes looked even more perfect from the side, as if a sculptor had carefully carved them without any blemishes.
"Can I add you on WeChat...or exchange your mobile phone number?" Girls are very bold, but no matter how bold they are, they can't help being shy when facing such a good-looking and gentle man.
Mr. Song smiled lightly, but declined politely: "Sorry, I don't have WeChat."
Although it is a refusal, it is not embarrassing. The girl blushed, and was dazzled by his face. It wasn't until the people behind started complaining and impatiently urging her that she woke up like a dream, and walked out of the team with a book in her arms, but she still couldn't help turning her head to look at him. .
Mr. Song is still smiling slightly, he seems to always smile, always gentle, and always don't care about anyone.
Such a person, rather than being gentle and easy to talk, might as well say that he is extremely indifferent, living in this bustling world, but he doesn't approach anyone, doesn't let anyone approach him, and keeps a distance from anyone. If such a person falls in love one day, it will be considered a kind of blasphemy.
I just hope that there will not be a woman who makes his heart flutter. In this way, everyone can have him together.
The library closes at five o'clock. Under normal circumstances, sensible admirers will leave five minutes early. Because Mr. Song has to count the books and clean up, turn off all the power. After get off work, he would lock the door, pick up the key, drive his ordinary black car to the parking lot outside, pass the supermarket on the way, go in to buy some daily necessities and food, and then return to the apartment.
Of course it was the same day.
Mr. Song turned off all the power, and as soon as he walked around the bookcase, he saw someone at the door of the library. He smiled slightly and said, "Sorry, I'm off work..."
The words were only half spoken before disappearing between his lips. Afterwards, the smile on this handsome and unforgettable face gradually widened and became extra gentle: "Miss, do you need help?"
If the junior high school girls were very delicate, the urban beauties were very sexy, and the university campus flowers were very beautiful, then the one standing at the door at this moment can trample them into the dust. Those women are indeed the most beautiful among the women who usually come to the library, but compared with the woman at the door, they are really far behind.
The beauty of this woman is just like Mr. Song's handsomeness, as dazzling as the stars in the sky. Once you meet her once, you will never forget her forever.
However, she is not so much a woman as a girl. Her hair was obediently smooth and black and long until her waist. The simple black dress revealed her beautiful collarbone and perfect shoulder and neck lines. A pair of small hands were tightly clutching the bag. She stood at the door, looking at him nervously and nervously.
Those eyes seemed to contain the stars and the ocean, and no one who saw it would be willing to refuse any of her requests.
"Excuse me, I, I want to borrow a book..."
"Of course." Mr. Song smiled and rolled his eyes, "Please."
The girl walked in stiffly, she looked very disturbed, but instead of looking for a book, she stopped in front of Mr. Song: "...you, can you help me? I... I'm afraid I don't know... what to do try to find… "
"Of course." Mr. Song came over, "Which book are you looking for?"
His crooked and smiling eyebrows are really pretty, and he seems to be very close to the girl. She was a little unaccustomed to it, and took a step back, still holding the bag: "What I'm looking for is... "Kafka's Concise Lena Love Letter" "."
"OK, just a second."
The handsome man walked in front of the girl, and she became even more nervous, and even her breathing began to become short. This was an uncontrollable physiological reaction, which was extremely clear in the large and quiet library. As Mr. Song gradually walked in, the girl followed behind him, but her hand slipped into the bag quietly, then she bit her lower lip, took out a knife, and stabbed desperately—
The expected splash of blood did not appear, but the man's slender wrist was grabbed, and after a burst of pain, the knife fell to the ground. After a whirl, she was trapped in a corner, surrounded by the man's fiery breath and strong chest, like a sharp and vigorous cheetah, with danger and wildness: "How can a girl play with a knife? It's so dangerous. If you close your eyes, you won’t be able to aim at the target.”
Failed!
The girl's face turned pale in an instant, and she lost all strength. She was about to slip when she was paralyzed. Mr. Song hugged her in his arms easily. The soft and delicate female body is so fragrant, soft and boneless, so beautiful sigh.