"Ahem." This confession came too suddenly. Jiang Zhihuo was caught off guard and choked. He didn't know how to react for a moment.
Yan Mu, however, seemed to be fine, and calmly asked the waiter to pour him a cup of cold tea and scald two slices of pork tenderloin for Jiang Zhihuo.
Jiang Zhihuo ate the two slices of tenderloin without hesitation, stuffing them into his mouth and chewing them hard.
Then he looked up at Yan Mu.
Yan Xueshen's ears were still red, and under the light from above, they were extremely obvious, forming a huge contrast with his cold and indifferent face, and did not match at all.
Anyway, the two of them had already talked about it, and now they were outside, so everything was clear. Jiang Zhihuo was in a playful mood, and poked his chopsticks into the sauce dish: "Brother Yan, stop pretending, do you know that your ears will turn red when you say something like this?"
"…" Yan Mu hesitated for a moment, "I know."
My ears are very hot, but I can still feel it.
Jiang Zhihuo smiled and wanted to say something, but who knows what this guy could say to ruin the atmosphere. Yan Mu blocked his way with a chopstick of mutton roll and said firmly, "Keep eating."
Jiang Zhihuo suppressed his smile and made a gesture of zipping his lips, and the smile on his face did not fade for a long time.
When eating hotpot, they took off their coats and wore aprons. After eating, the smell on their bodies was not strong. Yan Mu brought deodorizing perfume and sprayed it on both of them. The smell was cool and sharp, and they returned to their otherworldly handsome self.
At the dinner table, they discussed the libraries they were going to. Each library had a different atmosphere. For example, the children's library was particularly... noisy.
In the end, the two of them chose to go to the provincial library.
The Provincial Library can be regarded as a landmark building in Lincheng. It is the largest and tallest library in the province, with a rich collection of books. Some books can only be read in the library and are not allowed to be borrowed or purchased. In addition, the environment is good, the place is large, and the medieval style decoration makes it popular with many people to study at the Provincial Library every weekend.
Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu didn't get there until after two in the afternoon. The study tables had already been occupied. There was a spiral staircase in the middle. Those who didn't get a table were sitting on the stairs with a few books in their arms, reading. One person took one step, and they sat there in an orderly manner.
Reading is a quiet thing, and it feels boring to be in the same place with so many people. Jiang Zhihuo pulled Yan Mu to the third floor, and they found an empty space near the bookshelf and sat on the floor together.
It was obviously not his first time here. He remembered the types and locations of the books clearly, and soon he brought over several literary classics.
While still selecting books, Jiang Zhihuo pointed to a very long foreign novel that was more than ten centimeters thick and whispered to Yan Mu, "Would you like to take this?"
"What do you want to do with this book?" Yan Mu asked.
"As a pillow." The voice was too soft, Jiang Zhihuo was close to him, and their arms were pressed together. "I've seen people taking naps in the library, and they smelled really good."
Yan Mu bent his knuckles and knocked on his forehead.
"Okay." Jiang Zhihuo found a place to sit down, spread out a famous novel, and took the initiative to admit, "I will fall asleep."
Yan Mu sat down next to him.
The bookshelves were spaced far apart, so it was no problem to stretch my legs. The cool temperature of the marble floor clung to my pants.
The sound of turning pages of a book rang in my ears.
Yan Mu was looking at the book in his hand, a little distracted.
He didn't think about coming to the library because he thought Jiang Zhihuo, or Yun Zhou, didn't like to come to such places.
It's been a long time.
I remember that I would read books with Yunzhou in his large study room almost every two weeks.
Yun's father and mother are both professors of Chinese linguistics, and there are a lot of books at home. Yun Zhou would pull him over and sit together under the bookshelf.
Yunzhou always chose foreign novels, and he complained once or twice.
He said that the novel's translated tone was difficult to read and the content was profound, and he was not yet able to understand the complex world of adults.
But this was a reading task assigned to him by his father and mother, and it had to be completed regularly. Yun Zhou had to force himself to read it even if he didn't understand it.
She would fall asleep every time, and after waking up, she would rub her eyes and ask Qin Mu in confusion: "Brother Qin, what did I just see?"
Qin Mu would help him point out the page numbers, and Yun Zhou would turn the pages and continue reading. Gradually, his little face would wrinkle up into a ball, with an expression of extreme pain and reluctance. As he read, he would yawn, and then... fall asleep again.
The shoulders and neck sank.
Jiang Zhihuo sat cross-legged with the famous book spread out on his lap, his head tilted, just like he had stayed up all night writing test papers, but had to take a classical Chinese class in the first period. He fell asleep as soon as the teacher opened his mouth.
Yan Mu pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly.
This hasn't changed at all.
He didn't move and just let Jiang Zhihuo lean against him.
It was too close, and a faint pheromone, so close that only he could smell it, filled his nose.
Very light, sweet wine flavor.
Yan Mu turned his head slightly.
He didn't dare to move too much. Only half of his face could be seen from this angle. His eyelashes were very long, and you could only see the slightly upturned ends when you got closer. When his eyes were closed, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, making him look well-behaved and proud.
His painted facial features drooped on his shoulders, and the book in his hands suddenly became meaningless.
His long eyelashes trembled, and Jiang Zhihuo opened his eyes dazedly.
Falling asleep while reading is just a light sleep, not real sleep. It's just that your mind is filled with drowsiness as if it's being attacked mentally.
When I was a child, I would feel sleepy when I saw those awkward translations because I couldn't understand them. I fell asleep so many times that it became a conditioned reflex. Now, when I start reading a new classic, I have to fall asleep two or three times.
This is probably a sense of ritual.
"What did I just see?" Jiang Zhihuo was a little confused.
After asking, he realized that probably no one would answer him.
He has kept the habit of reading over the years. At the beginning, Brother Li would read with him and even covered him with the quilt several times after he fell asleep. Later, Brother Li went to participate in various competitions, and he was left alone. It was really painful for him to have a science and engineering boy who had shown a talent for engineering since childhood accompany him to read classics.
I don't remember the plot or the page numbers, so I can only flip through the pages slowly by myself.
Although it's not a big deal, sometimes he always misses the time when someone would answer his questions whenever he asked them.
Unexpectedly, Yan Mu's voice came from behind my ear: "Page 23."
Jiang Zhihuo was slow to react to the unexpected answer, and after a moment he replied in a low voice, "Really?"
The library was unusually quiet. As they sat together, even their breathing was close to their ears.
People who occasionally passed by to pick up books were not surprised to see two people sitting next to the bookshelf. They all lowered their voices and communicated with whispers.
In the comfort and silence, time is very long and very short, like a whirlwind passing through your back.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Zhihuo felt sleepy again. His eyes closed slowly and his head suddenly moved forward.
This time the movement was so big that it woke me up.
It would be fine if he was alone at other times, but today Brother Yan was beside him. Jiang Zhihuo rubbed his eyes awkwardly, took the water handed to him by Yan Mu and took a sip.
It was not convenient to talk in the library, and lowering the voice sounded sticky, so Yan Mu sent a message to Jiang Zhihuo, indicating that Jiang Zhihuo should check WeChat.
Jiang Zhihuo turned on the screen.
Yan Mu: Do you come here often
Jiang Zhihuo yawned and typed: Not bad, once every two or three weeks.
I clicked send and typed out the second line: Mainly because of the atmosphere here, I won’t really fall asleep, I can go back and lie on the bed and sleep all day.
Yan Mu: I thought you didn’t like reading.
Jiang Zhihuo: I don’t love you. I feel sleepy when I see you. How much can I love you
Jiang Zhihuo: But people need input. Only when your worldview is broad can you see farther.
Jiang Zhihuo: Even if I fall asleep, there are always some things I can remember.
Yan Mu: Philosopher.
Yan Mu: The image of the poor student is about to collapse.
Yan Mu: Are you Jiang Zhihuo or Jiang Zhou
Wow! This person actually brought this up.
The second personality that was made up by some random people can still be complained about now.
Jiang Zhihuo gently bumped Yan Mu's shoulder with his fist, sent an eye-rolling emoticon, and continued typing.
Jiang Zhihuo: I didn’t say that, it was…
He habitually typed out the old name, even though he hadn't called it that way for many years. It was engraved in his mind and had become a habit.
He also deleted the words "two professors in our family".
Jiang Zhihuo: Two Chinese linguistics professors told me this.
Jiang Zhihuo crossed his legs and bent over. After sending the message, he put his phone in his pocket, leaned close to Yan Mu's ear, pointed at the book, and said in a low voice: "I'll continue. If you fall asleep, remember to call me in fifteen minutes."
Yan Mu said “hmm”.
The two professors of Chinese linguistics must be talking about Yun Fu and Yun Mu.
Why are they called that
What happened back then? Why did they send Yunzhou away
Why did he become Jiang Zhihuo
There were many things he wanted to ask, but he couldn't. He didn't know whether Jiang Zhihuo was willing to mention it.
Yan Mu sighed almost imperceptibly.
Take your time.
The time spent reading passed quickly. After getting through the slow start at the beginning, Jiang Zhihuo never fell asleep again. When he remembered that it was time to eat, it was already dark.
It is not boring for two people to be in the library together. Although they don’t talk, they sit shoulder to shoulder quietly, which brings them closer than any other activity.
Yan Mu also enjoyed the feeling of being the only two of them in the same space.
The night sky of late autumn comes early, and the full moon dyes a small piece of the sky grayish white.
Walking out of the provincial library, Jiang Zhihuo asked the biggest question of the century: "What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Three choices." Yan Xueshen considered the distance, transportation, and cost-effectiveness and came up with three restaurants. He carefully told Jiang Zhihuo about these three options.
"Puff." Jiang Zhihuo put his fist to his lips.
Although he had already experienced the critical hit of the god-like dating mind map, Jiang Zhihuo still couldn't help laughing when he once again seriously stated the reasons for choosing these three restaurants.
Yan Mu: “…”
That's all!!
He walked forward with a cold face.
“Don’t go, don’t go… Hahahaha.” Jiang Zhihuo laughed and chased after him.
Yan Mu was not really angry, so he started walking with big steps, then slowed down to wait for Jiang Zhihuo.
However, just when he was halfway through the chase, Jiang Zhihuo paused and suddenly squatted down holding his stomach.
Yan Mu turned around quickly, held his shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Zhihuo shook his head.
It’s nothing serious. Just at that moment, my lower abdomen felt like it was twisted and it hurt. If I hadn’t squatted down, I would have fallen in the next step.
But the pain only lasted for a few seconds. It was probably just a twitch. After it subsided, Jiang Zhihuo jumped up and down again and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay."
Then he looked at Yan Mu and smiled slyly.
The moment he squatted down, a new idea popped into his mind.
Brother Yan is rational and organized. He always makes a mind map before going out to play.
His existence is to break this rationality. After all, he is the only one who can make Yan Mu's character become black-faced and cause a quarrel.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Hehe."
Yan Mu: “…”
Looking at this look, you can tell that this person must have a new idea, and it must be an option that is not in the mind map.
Sure enough, Jiang Zhihuo laughed and said, "I just had hotpot at noon, and I don't want to go anywhere. How about going to your house? Can you cook noodles for me?"
The author has something to say: Oh, sorry, sorry, there is still half a paragraph left to write. I wanted to end the dating chapter today. The New Year is coming soon, and there are more and more three-dimensional things... I apologize, and I will still give red envelopes to the first 120 comments~ Love you all~
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