"I remember Mo Zhengyan used to like to go to the library to read books, what kind of animals and insects." Teacher Chen still said with a smile, recalling those things that seemed like water.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Just take a look."
"Does he still like to watch those now?" Teacher Chen asked Song Qiyue.
"I didn't pay attention to animals and insects, but he can read a dictionary for a long time." Song Qiyue laughed in response.
"Cheng Qingning, do you like photography albums..." Teacher Chen said again.
Cheng Qingning nodded, and Li Chengyi said, "She still likes it now, and she loves to take pictures when she is fine."
After that, I talked about anecdotes in the school. Those games, far away, were not Song Qiyue's memories.
This evening, at the end, without knowing how it ended, Song Qiyue met Teacher Chen and respected each other with wine. She suddenly wanted to get herself drunk. After drinking a few glasses, she was stopped by Mo Zhengyan, and she didn't drink any more. Finally, the dinner was over and returned.
Mo Zhengyan helped her get into the car. She smiled and said goodbye to them. He asked in his ear, "Drunk?"
"No." Song Qiyue replied.
She is not drunk.
It's just a few glasses of wine, how can you get drunk?
But very lightly, she still smiled and asked out loud, "Zheng Yan, when you were in school before, did you have a crush on anyone? Which girl with a good academic record and a beautiful girl?"
He didn't answer, he just hugged her and said, "What silly thing to say."
The car was speeding, but in the other car, it was silent.
Cheng Qingning never spoke, nor did Li Chengyi.
After not knowing how long it took, Cheng Qingning said, "Can you not be so boring."
"Why is it boring? I finally came to Nancheng. Isn't this meal meaningful today?" Li Chengyi asked back.
"Li Chengyi, you don't have to ask knowingly." Cheng Qingning stared.
"Are you saying that I knew this sentence before I asked you?" Li Chengyi smiled, his voice low and low, "Qing Ning, what are you worried about, and admit that there is something else? Isn't it an old lover or just being dumped? You With my backing now, it’s not bad at all."
"Li Chengyi!" Cheng Qingning whispered, she said, "have you enough!"
"Well, I won't say anything, I won't say anything." Li Chengyi responded, and he looked forward and said, "Since you don't want to, then even if Mrs. Mo came to ask me, I wouldn't say anything. "
"Never say it," he repeated, as if swearing.
Cheng Qingning looked down and said nothing, Li Chengyi said again, "However, you'd better administer medicine on time to heal your wounds. I don't want to take my wife to the banquet. She can't wear a dress anymore. Not going out anymore."
Cheng Qingning still did not respond, and Li Chengyi suddenly shouted in a cold voice, "Have you heard it!"
The cold drink caused the driver in front to tremble, the steering wheel was unstable, and the car crooked.
Cheng Qingning moved her lips, and then answered, "I heard it."
...
After the inspection in the past few days, the detailed report Song Qiyue was sent to Bona. Bona is still studying here, so Song Qiyue was empty this day. According to Mo Zhengyan's intention, letting her go wherever she was when she was free was a relief. But she was not in the mood to relax, after all, she had to wait for Bona's receipt.
Waiting always requires patience.
Whether the project is successful, there will be a reply, but what about her waiting?
Song Qiyue didn't know how long and how long the wait could be, she was almost unable to bear the burden. Perhaps it was because this wait had no results and there was no set time, so I was at a loss.
In the afternoon, Song Qiyue had nothing to do in her spare time. She left the company alone, and she also planned to go outside for a walk. Mo Zhengyan has been very busy these days. He rushed to Taipei for a meeting today, and he will probably not be back in a few days. When alone, Song Qiyue had a feeling of emptiness.
Picking up the mobile phone and calling the old house, Aunt Xu told her that everything was fine. Mrs. Mo took Yangyang out for a walk, so she was not at home.
Song Qiyue replied, watching the weather here in Nancheng, it was so brilliant, it was really suitable for going out, she hung up the line.
She walked aimlessly in Nancheng. She didn't want to visit the scenery either. Just because she was alone, she didn't have that mood. She had already understood that traveling and enjoying the beautiful scenery all require someone to accompany. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is nothing but in vain.
Just walking like this, Song Qiyue came to the bus stop. The bus came and went, she looked at the stop sign blankly, but inadvertently, she saw the name of the platform of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School. Focusing on this, it seems as if I have thoughts in my heart.
When the bus arrived, she got on resolutely.
It was a working day, so it was also class time. Song Qiyue registered with the guard, and only said that he was visiting the teacher, so he went in.
The campus is lush and peaceful. I walked along the road and didn't know where to go. Song Qiyue strolled around, but found a road. On that road, the camphor tree was very long and stood tall and straight.
She looked up, and the sunlight penetrated down, and the mottled light and shadow were scattered and unclear.
She looked down again, and there was a building in front of her, but it turned out to be a library.
This is not a library belonging to Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, but a public library established nearby.
This would make Song Qiyue think of Mo Zhengyan.
He loves to read books.
As soon as her pace stopped here, she couldn't help but walked in.
The library in the afternoon is quiet, with some people but no students. Song Qiyue had no intention of reading at this moment, took a random copy, turned a few pages, and put it back. Walking on the bookshelf, the two children in the aisle were holding a book and talking quietly.
"This butterfly is so beautiful..."
"Yes, red! What kind?"
The two children were discussing attentively, and then put down the books in their hands to put them back on the shelves, but because they were short, Song Qiyue saw them and took the books, "I'll help you."
"Thank you." The two children thanked them and turned away.
Song Qiyue was really not interested in these insects, butterflies and the like, but perhaps it was because of what has happened these days that she would be interested. She opened the book and looked at it. The book described the species of butterflies in detail, and she looked at it.
Suddenly, his hand freezes to a page, because the butterfly is exactly the same as the one I've seen before!
It's the butterfly decoration on the jewelry box! That one!
She looked at the label below, the goddess of light butterfly, belongs to the most beautiful morpho butterfly among the blue morpho butterfly, the most beautiful butterfly in the world.
The most beautiful butterfly.
Song Qiyue stared intently, but she couldn't look away for a while.
After a long time, she flipped down again, trying to forget the memory of that talent. She flipped through it so fast that she flipped to the end all at once. Turning the page inadvertently, I saw the name of the debit list on the last page of this book.
I'm afraid it's the long-collected books in the library. It's a long time in the past, that's why there is such an entry, but now they are all smart and start to use barcode entry. But now, there is still a trace left here after all.
For example, the line shows that the seal engraved and the traces on it-Mo Zhengyan, Class Three, Nancheng No. 1 Middle School.
Above that name, there was another person—Cheng Qingning from Nancheng No. 1 Middle School every year.
The names side by side, the same school, different grades, but they finally appeared in the field of vision!
They used to borrow the same book!
Suddenly, this kind of cognition made Song Qiyue feel that this world is really small, how could it be so small, how could she be able to see it?
Putting down this one, she took another one and looked at it. Turning to the end, it was the same!
Take another copy, it's still the same!
Song Qiyue was holding the book, she looked up and saw that this subject is animal and insect category!
Besides these, what else is there? What else?
Then she was like a devil. She wrote down the debit numbers of the two people. She went to the registration counter of the library. She asked the registrar and asked for the debit number to look up the previously debited book. After repeated consultations, the registrar agreed, and after searching in the computer, he finally pulled out the list.
She thanked her for taking it, and when she looked at the list, the long list of books were all borrowed books from him and her.
Song Qiyue looked at the list, she walked to the book floor, with the list of books, she was crazy, going over all the books they had read and everything they could read.
Finally, she saw the sporadic exchanges on the record card behind the old book list.
—Wednesday, see you in the same place.
It is his handwriting.
——I have read it.
It is unfamiliar, but belongs to the handwriting of a girl.
There is no too much emotion, just like a simple message, but it is left on the paper at the back of the book.
Song Qiyue flipped through the book after book, only from the words and phrases, as if he had seen the past, youth and youth are too innocent, it is really not dusty, and it still has a fragrance. The wind is blowing, but it is the fragrance of camphor tree.
——The camphor tree on the library road is the most beautiful in Nancheng.
——The azure skirt you wear is the most beautiful.
The girl left a sentence behind, and the boy responded.
Song Qiyue suddenly remembered that when she first came to Nancheng, on the way away from Changxiang, she said: The camphor trees here are really tall and nice.
He was saying: This is not the best.
Where is the best camphor tree? It turned out to be just the road they had walked together.
Azure, the best-looking color he said, turned out to be just a touch of color that had floated on her body.
Song Qiyue was stunned, unable to return to his senses for a long time. She put down the book, and still had the last one on hand, which was a Chinese translation.
"CienAnosDeSoledad", a hundred years of loneliness.
A hundred years of loneliness.
His favorite book.
These his preferences were once known from the crowd, and they are verified one by one at this moment.
She opened the "CienAnosDeSoledad", but at the end, her fingers froze, instantly unable to be herself.
At the end of the page, there was a line of words—being my girlfriend.
What a strange and distant word, girlfriend.
By his side, there have been so many women who have been with him, the girlfriend he has never admitted.
The confession made many years ago has passed through time, but it still leaves a mark after all.
Even though they didn't admit it, Song Qiyue still saw it.