After breakfast the next day, Chi Yan drove Gu Jianian back to Yunmo.
Because it was still early, the highway was not congested and there was no queue at the toll booth.
Gu Jianian sat in the passenger seat and glanced sideways at the person who was concentrating on driving.
He shaved his beard and there was no more fatigue in his eyes from last night.
It seemed that he slept well last night, and Gu Jianian breathed a sigh of relief.
But I couldn't help but yawn.
When I was talking about his pen name last night, I accidentally brought up a story that was buried by time.
Gu Jianian couldn't hide his excitement and talked to him about many past events.
For example, how she sneaked into the bookstore every month to follow his series under her parents' noses, and how she secretly got her mother's mobile phone to post and read replies without anyone noticing, and she was almost discovered several times.
She also asked many questions that puzzled her when she read his novels.
The two chatted until late at night, until the summer rain gradually stopped.
While Gu Jianian was still talking, Chi Yan had fallen asleep unknowingly.
She stopped talking, sat quietly on the sofa and watched him fall asleep, then tiptoed to the room to get a thin quilt to cover him, and then lay back down.
However, perhaps because he had already taken a nap in the afternoon, or because he was too excited, Gu Jianian had no desire to sleep at all.
So she opened her phone again and looked over and over again at her immature message and his new reply on the post.
"Xiao Jianian, I'm fine, I hope you're fine too."
Gu Jianian read it word by word silently many times in the dark, his eyebrows curved into the shape of a moon, and he couldn't help rolling in his heart.
In the second half of the night, she simply sat up, downloaded the e-magazines of those years from the official website of "Qingyan", and reread the article "Floating Wood and Dry Sea" from beginning to end.
I have to say, re-reading it as an adult, I understood more and had different insights than when I was a teenager.
So this morning, Gu Jianian ate breakfast with a pair of rabbit eyes, which made Chi Yan think that she had a nightmare in the middle of the night.
He yawned again.
Gu Jianian rolled down the car window halfway and looked at the summer scenery outside, trying to cheer himself up.
The scenery in the early morning was very different from what I saw that night. The distant mountains were overlapping and lush, and mountain fog rose from the forest, obscuring half of the appearance of the green mountains.
Gu Jianian suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Chi Yan: "Your WeChat name is YC, which should be the abbreviation of Yanchi, right?"
He was looking intently at the road ahead, his hands resting lightly on the steering wheel, and he nodded his chin casually.
Gu Jianian asked again: "What about your profile picture? I remember it was a photo of a forest covered in fog. Does it have any meaning?"
Chi Yan paused for a moment, raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and teased: "You have a really good memory. You can remember any WeChat name and profile picture? It seems that you are suitable for studying liberal arts."
Gu Jianian was stunned for a moment and said "hmm" ambiguously.
I subconsciously became nervous, worried that he would ask more questions.
She racked her brains to recall what avatar He Jitong used.
Fortunately, Chi Yan seemed to be asking casually, and answered slowly: "It doesn't have any special meaning. I went to Daxing'anling alone last September, and took this photo at that time. I thought it was very beautiful, so I used it as my profile picture."