[In the dust of the world]
Today is the first day after the New Year's Day holiday. Some people are going to school, some are going to work, and there are very few people in the municipal library. There is almost no child in the children's reading room on the second floor. Zeng Li went up to the third floor, signed in at the director's office, and then took the key to open the door of the lending room.
The first thing Zeng Li did when she entered the room was to put on her gloves and put back the books that she had not sorted out when she got off work yesterday. After working for a while, she connected the sensor at the door, sat down and turned on the computer on the table, and then took a short break.
She was in charge of the lending of academic books, so there were not many people. It was always quiet, not as lively as the comprehensive social science book lending area on the first floor. Many of her former classmates envied her when they knew she was working here, saying that she could read as much as she wanted while working, and it was leisurely and fun. However, only she knew her bitterness, because those piles of academic journals and professional books were not her cup of tea. She rarely suffered from insomnia since she started working, because as long as she took a book home from here and read it in bed at night, she would fall asleep within ten minutes, which was better than sleeping pills.
The computer was so old that it took several minutes to start up.
How does Zeng Li start his day? He first logs into QQ, then browses Taobao, and finally opens the major websites he frequently visits.
At this time, her colleague Wu Wanxia came in with some beef wontons for her. When they came together, Zeng Li opened the door first while Wu Wanxia went to buy breakfast. So Zeng Li ate quickly to fill her stomach while there were still few people around, so as to avoid being scolded by the director.
"How much do you have to like wonton to be able to eat a different flavor every day?" Wu Wanxia asked puzzled.
"It's the same reason why you only sing the same few songs every time you go to karaoke." Zeng Li said with a smile.
Wu Wanxia glared at her, ignored her, and went back to her office. When Wu Wanxia left, someone came in. Zeng Li was so busy eating that she didn't notice him at all. She chewed something and clicked on the most popular local forum in City A. Sometimes she would check out some local food recommendations and hot events, such as which shopping malls were offering discounts and coupons, which coffee shops were unique, who was about to have a concert, and which hospital had killed someone again...
This New Year's Day, probably many people were idle and had nothing to do, so they were busy scrolling through posts. All those she had seen in the past few days had sunk to the back of her mind. The one at the top was from an ID called "Oreo is a proud bottom" and was titled "Talking about those professors at our A University who can instantly kill all the campus handsome men, tallest men, richest men, most handsome men and most beautiful boys (with pictures and text)".
Zeng Li was curious, so he stuffed a wonton into his mouth and clicked the mouse.
The first one in the post was a teacher named Mu Chenghe. Zeng Li didn't know him, but she often hung out near A University and heard the gossips of the students, so she was already familiar with the name.
The poster gossiped about how handsome and amiable Mu Chenghe was, and posted photos to illustrate his point, looking like a professional paparazzi.
Zeng Li patiently scrolled down, and after the first page, it was still Mu Chenghe, and continued to the second, third, and fourth pages. Most of the people who posted comments were from University Student A. Some said they saw this address recommended on the campus website and came to see it. When he reached the fifth page, he saw the second protagonist - Ai Jingchu.
When it was Ai Jingchu's turn, the host's rambling about Mu Chenghe suddenly stopped, and he just posted a few photos of him. The first one was a photo Zeng Li had seen before, almost like an ID photo, with a blue background and a white shirt sitting upright, which had always been posted in the window at the entrance of their hospital. The second one was a graduation photo of the students, in which he had a small figure.
After posting the two photos, the poster only left one sentence: Teacher Ai will always be a wonderful flower in our A University Medical School. In addition, the correct Baidu answer to the word "wonderful" here is: a rare, special, outstanding, and very beautiful flower. It is not a derogatory word in the students' minds.
Someone immediately replied: I admire Chenghe, he is the best in our school. I don't like Ai Jingchu, although he is indeed handsome.
The original poster actually dared to describe him as a flower, it seems he doesn't want to live anymore. Be careful, he may pull out all your teeth and replace them with porcelain.
Do you want to vote? For the first place? I'll vote for Ai Jingchu. Although Mu Cheng and I love you, Teacher Ai is too fierce. What if he comes in second and gets upset and kills us all? Cry.
The author of the post, I know who you are, but you have to hold on and don’t expose yourself. Keep going, Ai Jingchu. I’m looking forward to it.
I support Mu Chenghe, but the information revealed about Ai Jingchu is too little, which is really disappointing.
I don't like Ai Jingchu! Cross-department tracking is not allowed.
Since Chenghe was born, why was Jingchu born
I am here to watch. Why are there no nude photos in Lanzhou
Zeng Li read page by page, with a smile on his face.
She moved her mouse slowly downwards, and when she reached the bottom of the page she suddenly saw a sentence.
Wiping the sweat off my face, I whispered to myself, "Hasn't anyone noticed that their two surnames together form a famous domestic bra brand?"
Zeng Li didn't understand at first, but after thinking about it, he suddenly realized and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
At this time, a reader who was borrowing books was walking to her desk and placed the two borrowed books and the library card between her breakfast paper box and the computer.
Zeng Li smiled and sprayed the remaining wonton wrapper, wonton stuffing and chopped celery in his mouth onto the other person's hands and book.
She was startled and tried to wipe it with her hands. But she felt it was inappropriate and used tissues from the drawer instead. She tore out a few pieces and used them first on the book cover that had been damaged the most. She wiped it roughly and kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
As she spoke, she stood up, then bent down to pick up a tissue to wipe the man's hands. Unexpectedly, the man pulled his hand back and said, "Luckily it wasn't on my face."
The tone of voice was neither fast nor slow, and it was impossible to tell the emotion, while the voice sounded low and faint, yet with a subtle and moist texture.
Zeng Li's heart moved when she heard the voice, and she slowly raised her head. It was as if the time machine had been accidentally slowed down. Her eyes moved from his hands to the buttons of his clothes, then slowly upwards, to his collar, his neck, and finally his face.
The young man's face had clear outlines, but his eyes were narrow, dark, and as black as ink.
Zeng Li was stunned for a moment, forced himself to lower his head, wiped the library card on his book clean, then picked up the code scanner to complete the book borrowing procedures for him.
He picked up the book and left without saying another word or even looking at her.
After he left, Zeng Li was staring out the window in a daze for a long time. It was not until the second reader came to return the book that she came to her senses and moved the mouse to exit the screen saver on the computer.
The book borrowing page just now appeared on the screen.
The borrower column shows three Chinese characters:
Ai Jingchu.