In the last life, Lin Yazhi and Lin Yazhi were at odds, and Lin Qian refused to stay at home. He often spent weekends in the city library. Even though he had a memory of more than ten years ago, this place was still familiar to him. .
The difference is that when he was young, he just came to escape, and stepping here at this time is more like a "face".
It's just that he no longer has to face it alone.
"You can finish these questions today." Lin Qian stood behind Zheng Pingqing, put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him forward, setting a small goal for him by the way.
Zheng Pingqing slammed him while being pushed away weakly by him: "Is this what a date should do?"
Lin Qian said, "It's something that should be done on a senior year date."
Zheng Pingqing: ... It's also annoying that a boyfriend is too self-motivated.
Fortunately, Zheng Pingqing just didn't like to study very much, but his brain was first-class, especially his concentration in his teenage years was completely different from that in his thirties.
Zheng Pingqing did the questions quickly, and if he couldn't, he asked Lin Qian to explain it to him.
Of course, sometimes he would pretend not to harass Lin Qian.
It was because he didn't grasp the degree of harassment in the middle, and accidentally asked a repeated question type, which was dismantled by Lin Qian in a second.
Lin Qian tugged at his hair: "...you asked the exact same question half an hour ago!"
Zheng Ping lightly and confidently said, "Then why don't you talk about it?"
What Lin Qian could say, of course, was to condone him: "...Speak."
Zheng Pingqing was not ashamed, and even took credit: "Look, I'm looking for a topic for you to ask you, and I never embarrass you. Isn't this very considerate?"
Lin Qian: "Yes yes yes."
I just cater to it on the surface, but in fact I know that he just wants to take advantage of me.jpg
Lin Qian's lectures were meticulous and explained in simple terms. The two of them had their heads close together. Zheng Pingqing was always habitually pinching his fingers, but Lin Qian grabbed him and drew a little pig on the palm of his hand.
However, Lin Qian was also at a disadvantage because Zheng Pingqing insisted that even the little pigs should be paired, so he had to draw one on his palm.
It really has the style of Zheng Pingqing when he was seventeen.
I'm done.
Zheng Pingqing handed a note to Lin Qian.
Lin Qian looked at him with a funny look, quickly wrote a line of words, and handed it to him: I'm too fast, wait for me for another five minutes.
Zheng Pingqing rested his cheeks in one hand, quietly admiring the profile of his boyfriend.
The lighting in the library is very good, the surroundings are very quiet, and the occasional voices of talking and walking are kept very low. This atmosphere makes Lin Qian, who is already very bookish, even more delicate...
If he didn't do it that fast.
Zheng Pingqing was thinking about where to eat at noon when two young girls suddenly came over. One of them, with long curly hair, shyly knocked on Lin Qian's table, and said in a low voice, "Classmate, please excuse me."
Lin Qian raised his head to look at her with doubts in his eyes.
The girl's face was slightly red, and she handed a booklet in her hand to Lin Qian: "I see that the practice questions you have done are the same as mine. I can't ask you to tell me about it..."
Lin Qian glanced at the topic that the girl handed over. Coincidentally, it happened to be the page he was working on. It could be said that Zheng Pingqing harassed him in exactly the same way. He was very distracted.
Of course, certain tricks are only useful if certain people use them.
Lin Qian smiled apologetically at the girl, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't either."
The girl: "..."
The girl who came with her couldn't help but look at Lin Qian's exercise book: "Didn't you make it?"
Lin Qian: "..." It would be boring to have to expose it.
Lin Qian didn't change his expression: "I copied the answer."
Zheng Pingqing couldn't help but coughed lightly, holding back his laughter.
The girl with long curly hair looked a little embarrassed, and she felt withdrawn in her heart, but her friend didn't know how to read the atmosphere, and asked seriously, "Didn't you tell your friend a topic for a long time?"
Lin Qian also answered her seriously: "Because I know exactly what he asked about."
The girl said angrily, "It's such a coincidence."
The curly-haired girl was so embarrassed that she said, "I'm sorry to disturb you." Then she took her friend and left.
After the two girls walked away, Lin Qian turned to look at Zheng Pingqing and said, "I strongly refuse."
The corners of Zheng Pingqing's mouth couldn't restrain the upward rise, and he pretended to be indifferent: "I feel it."
After speaking, she couldn't help but be proud: "She doesn't have my skills in choosing a topic."
Lin Qian: "Oh?"
Zheng Pingqing immediately corrected his attitude: "Thank you Teacher Lin for giving me the opportunity."
Lin Qian snorted and started packing.
Zheng Pingqing was still worried about the quality of the young people in the motherland: "Young people are true now. They don't study hard when they come to the library, and they think about falling in love. Can they get into a good university?"
Lin Qian couldn't help but look at his face.
Zheng Ping's light and righteous words have no intention of self-reflection at all.
Lin Qian rubbed his face: "I'll take you to a place."
The place Lin Qian was talking about was on the top floor of the library. The bookshelves here were all classified into uncommon and obscure categories, and there were far fewer people walking around than on other floors.
"I used to be on this floor a long time ago... As far as you know, I used to stay on this floor." Lin Qian led Zheng Pingqing around the scattered bookshelves, telling him about his discoveries when he was a teenager, "Once I found a couple of books here that don't belong in the categories here, at first I thought they were misplaced, and checked the labels on the books, it turned out to be specifically placed here and never rearranged, It's always been here."
Zheng Pingqing did not forget to browse through the catalogues, all of them were professional documents or archives with yellow seals, some of which had fallen into dust.
This made him curious about several books that Lin Qian said.
"That's it." Lin Qian stopped.
Zheng Pingqing looked in the direction of his fingers, and sure enough, several books whose binding styles were obviously different from this one were placed on the fifth floor, slightly below their line of sight.
He looked at the titles of the books and found that they were all very ordinary popular books, and there was nothing special about them.
"Me and the Altar of Earth"
"Magpies and Roses"
"Welcome to Devil's Town"
"You look delicious"
Lin Qian smiled and looked at Zheng Pingqing: "At that time, I was young and didn't understand the romance of adults, and I went to the library staff to discuss this problem foolishly."
Zheng Pingqing looked at him sideways: "What did the staff say?"
Lin Qian said, "The previous curator personally placed the books here. When he left, he especially told the staff not to move these books."
Zheng Pingqing concluded: "The curator really does whatever he wants."
Lin Qian smiled lightly and continued, "I discovered this place many years ago, but unfortunately at that time I could neither appreciate this romance nor find anyone to share it with, and I even laughed at the curator for doing such a boring thing. ."
He looked at Zheng Pingqing, his eyes like lit stars: "But yesterday, I suddenly remembered this place, and then I wanted to come and see it with you."
"That's why you decided to come to the library?" Zheng Pingqing reached out and touched the spines of those books, as if he had touched the lonely and pale mood of Lin Qian in his youth.
He walked alone, and the scenery he passed by was meaningless.
And standing at the starting point of time again, from then on, there are people walking along every section of the journey, and those pale pictures suddenly become gorgeous.
"Oh." Lin Qian shrugged, "I just came to the library to review."
However, Zheng Pingqing couldn't do it so casually. His hand stroked the top of Lin Qian's slightly curly hair, down his neck, and lingered around his shoulders and neck.
They are so familiar with each other that they are so familiar with each other that they still recognize each other's souls at the first time.
They don't even need to re-acclimate to each other's process.
Standing in Lin Qian's memories at this time, sharing the scenery he passed by more than ten years ago, Zheng Pingqing suddenly realized that his regrets and sighs after many years were being covered one by one.
He finally truly stood by the seventeen-year-old Lin Qian's side and shared his time.
"Do you think there are cameras in the library?" Zheng Pingqing suddenly asked a mindless question.
Lin Qian stretched out his finger and pointed to the upper left direction of them.
Zheng Pingqing hummed: "The camera can't stop me!"
He casually took a book from the bookshelf next to him and opened it, using the book to cover the side of his face, then approached Lin Qian and tapped his lips.
Lin Qian's cheeks were rubbed by the yellowed pages, and Zheng Pingqing's warmth was on his thin lips.
When Zheng Pingqing backed away, Lin Qian said helplessly, "It's useless to block your light. The camera has just been filming you."
The IQ of a man in love… emmm
Zheng Pingqing: "..."
Zheng Pingqing was not afraid, so he didn't want to stop it. He leaned up and kissed again, and onomatopoeia said, "Boom—"
Lin Qian accepted.
"Wait for me." Zheng Pingqing remembered something after kissing him, and asked Lin Qian to stay where he was waiting for him, and then he ran away.
Lin Qian smiled involuntarily, leaning on the bookshelf next to him, looking at the few books that were incompatible with the surrounding categories.
The young Lin Qian stood alone among the scattered bookshelves. He decoded the meaning of those books in an instant, but it meant nothing to him at that time. He wanted to laugh at the boring curator. There is no one to share with.
Time goes against the flow, time returns.
He finally understood the slightly boring romance of the curator.
And shared this discovery with Zheng Pingqing.
I like you.
This is what he wants to say to Zheng Pingqing.
"I'm back." Zheng Pingqing's voice interrupted his memories.
Lin Qian raised his head to look at him, Zheng Pingqing raised his hand to him, and there was a book in his hand.
"I think the curator didn't think enough. He should have prepared another book next to him." Zheng Pingqing said while inserting the book in his hand between "Me and the Altar of Earth" and "Magpies and Roses".
Lin Qian took a look at the title of the book—Yemen Economic Research.
Lin Qian: "..."
Lin Qian looked at him with mixed feelings: "Don't you think the style of your book doesn't quite match?"
"It's a temporary search, and it's good to be able to find a suitable hiding head." Zheng Pingqing spread his hands, "It's all the fault of the curator's lack of foresight."
"You're right." Lin Qian glanced at the row where the book had been inserted, and stretched out his hand to rub Zheng Pingqing's hair, "When the curator confessed, he definitely didn't expect the other party to agree to him. "
"The curator is too unconfident." Zheng Pingqing couldn't help feeling sorry for the curator who had failed in his imagination.
Lin Qian nodded, "His object is not as spiritual as you are."
"Me and the Altar of Earth"
Yemen Economic Research
"Magpies and Roses"
"Welcome to Devil's Town"
"You look delicious"
Zheng Pingqing stood beside the seventeen-year-old Lin Qian, creating new scenery with him, and laughing at the boring and unconfident curator.
The author has something to say: Curator: These people who don't know how to be grateful!