My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 92 Years have passed since then, and all the beautiful days and scenes have been in vain.

Zhou Heming was momentarily stunned.

He quickly realized what was happening.

Since the school is closed, Cheng Shuangjiang will most likely find a place to study outside in order to save electricity, and Jiangcheng City Library is naturally an excellent choice.

As for the possibility of them meeting by chance.

Zhou Heming could only say that Stand users are attracted to each other.

"Cheng Shuangjiang!"

Lu Bai seemed to have just realized that the person sitting there was Cheng Shuangjiang, and immediately greeted her warmly in a low voice.

"morning."

Cheng Shuangjiang responded faintly, glanced at Zhou Heming, then lowered her head and continued studying.

Zhou Heming originally wanted Lu Bai to sit next to Cheng Shuangjiang, but the girl had already sat down on her own, so the middle seat was naturally his.

He sat down reluctantly and took out the exam paper first.

I glanced at her furtively; Cheng Shuangjiang was completely focused, drawing a force analysis diagram on the draft paper without the slightest distraction.

On the other side, Lu Bai took out the script of some unknown drama and casually flipped through it as if he were reading a novel.

Zhou Heming sensed something amiss and pressed the mechanical pencil.

Fortunately, he also has enough focus.

After finishing a set of papers, he looked up and didn't even notice that Cheng Shuangjiang had gone to the restroom sometime earlier and was now tidying up her things, preparing to go downstairs for lunch.

It's almost noon.

Generally speaking, the library is quite safe. Unless you are deliberately reserving seats, under normal circumstances, if you go downstairs to eat something at noon and leave your books and stationery on your seat, no one will touch them. If you are not too worried, you can even leave your tablet or laptop there.

What is Cheng Shuangjiang planning to eat for lunch?

As expected of the only E-person among the three, Lu Bai suddenly asked a question just as Cheng Shuangjiang was about to leave.

"The cafeteria downstairs."

Next to the coffee shop is a fast food restaurant run by the library, with a window like a university cafeteria. The prices are reasonable, but the taste is just average, and it's only open to employees in the evening.

"Then let's go together."

Lu Bai stood up and even pulled Zhou Heming along.

"?"

Zhou Heming was unaware of Lu Bai's intentions, so he looked at Cheng Shuangjiang, as if to ask her.

In his own words, rather than feeling embarrassed, he was somewhat unsure how to get along with the eighteen-year-old Cheng Shuangjiang.

Faced with this young girl, Zhou Heming realized that many of his instinctive actions were actually somewhat offensive, or rather, overstepping boundaries, like his behavior of buying ginger tea earlier that morning.

Even if Cheng Shuangjiang didn't pay attention at first out of politeness, things might change if this continued.

"As you wish."

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at the two of them and then left.

Zhou Heming then hurriedly packed his things and followed with Lu Bai.

The three of them got their own food and sat down at the table in the middle of the cafeteria.

Because of the filming, Lu Bai sat opposite Zhou Heming, while Cheng Shuangjiang sat alone at the next table.

"This is the canteen of Jiangcheng City Library. Many people have mentioned it before. This is my first time here. Let's try this braised eggplant first."

Lu Bai placed his phone on the stand and turned on the video recording mode, just like those online store review live streamers.

Watching Lu Bai take a quick picture, put down his phone, and finally start eating after checking everything, Zhou Heming couldn't help but ask.

"Why didn't you mention anything about its salty and savory flavor, or its spicy and numbing taste?"

"I'm not a professional chef, I'm just sharing my life."

Lu Bai knew, of course, that Zhou Heming was referring to those people who seriously make restaurant review videos.

Seeing that Zhou Heming was still somewhat confused, she spoke again.

“Different people have different styles of videos. If you are a professional chef or food critic, you will definitely have to give professional opinions, because that’s what people want to see. But I’m just sharing my life, so it’s better to be more natural, like chatting with a friend.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heming recalled Lu Bai's previous remarks about food in the three-person group chat.

"It's so delicious!!!"

"You'll regret it if you don't try it!!!"

"I'll take you guys to eat!!!"

"It's so delicious!!!"

"You must try this before you die!!!"

It seems so.

Foodies are truly pure.

"After we finish this, let's go to the coffee shop and see if they'll be showing a movie today."

Lu Bai scooped up a spoonful of rice mixed with braised eggplant and said.

Zhou Heming checked the WeChat official account on his phone.

"Not today, but it will be shown tomorrow afternoon. It's 'Farewell My Concubine'."

Cheng Shuangjiang taught him how to investigate.

"I haven't seen it. Have you?"

Lu Bai asked casually.

"Seen."

Zhou Heming nodded and looked at Cheng Shuangjiang next door. She was eating her food in a very elegant manner, even with these utensils, seemingly unaware of what was happening here.

"Then forget it, it's no fun if I'm the only one who hasn't seen it."

Lu Bai muttered.

It seems she felt that having Zhou Heming accompany her to watch movies he had seen before was impolite and pointless.

Completely different from Cheng Shuangjiang.

As he was thinking this, the boy suddenly paused.

A faint bitterness filled his chest.

"Were you planning to come tomorrow?"

Zhou Heming inquired.

"Not going shopping, or just staying home and lying around?"

"It's kind of boring to do all this by yourself."

As Lu Bai spoke, he looked at the girl next door.

"Cheng Shuangjiang, want to have barbecue together tonight? It's that barbecue place we mentioned before, the grilled beef tendon is really good."

".No."

Cheng Shuangjiang looked at the two of them and shook her head.

"You two go."

She put down her spoon, left a message, picked up her plate, and went to the recycling bin.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhou Heming couldn't quite understand Lu Bai.

Could it be that she's trying to set me up with Cheng Shuangjiang?

The boy began to suspect that Lu Bai might have known in advance that Cheng Shuangjiang would be coming here, which was why he came with him.

"Even if you two are like this now, you should still be able to be friends, right? Shouldn't two people get along first before they start dating?"

Lu Bai pressed for an answer.

Zhou Heming figured it out.

Lu Bai did indeed want to bring the two of them together.

Or perhaps she longs to return to those bygone days.

But for Zhou Heming, every time he looked at the eighteen-year-old Cheng Shuangjiang, he saw the image of a reborn person.

Those were memories etched deep within his heart, like a part of him, memories he could never sever.

He couldn't bring himself to approach the present Cheng Shuangjiang with such memories; that would be irresponsible to both of them.

"In short, I'm telling you very seriously, don't do anything unnecessary."

Zhou Heming remained silent for a moment before solemnly speaking to Lu Bai.

".All right."

Lu Bai spread his hands, then suddenly realized something.

"I never expected you to have such a tough side. It's rare to see that."

"Feel sorry."

"No need to apologize. Well, no, if you really want to apologize, then treat me to dessert at the coffee shop next door later."

Lu Bai chuckled.

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In the end, Zhou Heming still bought two desserts.

They were even greeted by the same disabled young man from last time.

I wonder what he would say about Zhou Heming's two visits, now with a different girl by his side, or perhaps he has already forgotten about Zhou Heming.

One serving is a special cantaloupe-flavored tiramisu, and the other is a lemon mousse mini cake.

The price is normal, 15 yuan per serving.

"It's delicious! I didn't expect a restaurant like this to have such high-quality food."

After taking a bite of the tiramisu that actually contained cantaloupe, Lu Bai praised it.

She seems to know a lot about desserts. How does this woman manage to maintain her figure while eating so many random things?

Zhou Heming ate a spoonful of his lemon mousse cake.

"It tastes a little better than the ones in the supermarket."

He murmured to himself, then suddenly froze.

Zhou Heming realized that what he had just been thinking was that he should have invited Cheng Shuangjiang to try it.

even.

He ordered this flavor of cake, which, to some extent, carried the meaning of reminiscing about the time the two of them spent together.

Is it really delicious?

Lu Bai's voice interrupted Zhou Heming, who was almost pulled back by his memories.

He saw Lu Bai get up, ask the waiter for two new plastic spoons, hand him one, and then use the new spoon to scoop a bite of the lemon mousse cake that Zhou Heming hadn't touched yet.

"It's really delicious. You should try mine too. I haven't eaten here before."

Lu Bai pointed to a corner of her cake.

Zhou Heming looked at the chipped cake and, thinking it would be a shame not to eat it, took a bite of the cantaloupe-flavored tiramisu.

The refreshing taste of cantaloupe and the sweetness of cream are perfectly balanced, creating a delicious and fruity flavor.

I wasn't lying to you, was I?

Lu Bai smiled broadly, as if sharing delicious food was one of her sources of happiness.

Zhou Heming nodded.

To be honest, he was a little envious of the happiness that could be so easily obtained.

After they finished eating, the two returned to their seats in the library.

Cheng Shuangjiang was still writing the title in the same spot.

Zhou Heming opened his laptop, intending to type for a while.

His typing speed is actually not fast; it often can't keep up with the speed of his thinking, so there's no loud clattering sound on the keyboard. After writing for more than an hour, he only managed to write less than two thousand words.

At this moment, Zhou Heming, who was slightly distracted from his focus, suddenly felt that the girl next to him had stopped moving.

Or rather, it had stopped before, but he only realized it now.

Zhou Heming glanced over and noticed that Cheng Shuangjiang was looking at his computer screen from the side.

"Uh, from which part did you start reading this?"

Zhou Heming tried to find the right words, but he didn't know how to explain the matter to the person involved.

Am I writing a screenplay based on our story?

"It starts with 'This fireworks is for you'."

Cheng Shuangjiang said calmly, then looked away.

"Go ahead and write it; you promised her."

She said softly, and started working out the calculations on the draft paper again.

"let me see."

At this moment, Lu Bai leaned over and glanced at Zhou Heming's script.

"Not bad, for a beginner."

She only scanned one section and gave her a quiet review.

"F-okay."

Zhou Heming didn't dare to react or express anything in front of the person involved.

He turned his gaze to the laptop screen.

The Cheng Shuangjiang described in the text is so cheerful and bright, and deeply in love with her.

However, Cheng Shuangjiang, who sat next to him, was indifferent and aloof, keeping him at arm's length.

The boy was momentarily confused as to whether the past few months were real memories or just a dream.

Around 5 p.m., Cheng Shuangjiang packed her things and left without any intention of staying.

Lu Bai stretched.

"Why don't we go too? I'll take you to get some barbecue."

She took a nap around 2 a.m., and started scrolling through her phone with headphones on around 4 a.m. It's clear that the library was a bit too boring for a slacker like her.

"Ah."

Zhou Heming nodded, saved the document, and as he shut down his laptop and put it in his bag, he suddenly paused for a moment, looking at Lu Bai who was humming a little tune and jumping around like a child coming home from school, and hesitated to speak.

He ultimately remained silent.

When the two walked out of the library, the sun was almost setting.

The view from the library entrance is excellent, offering a glimpse of the setting sun gradually disappearing among the distant skyscrapers.

The originally gloomy sky had cleared up considerably, and the afterglow of dusk pierced through the clouds, painting them with a dazzling gold that fell between the high-rise buildings, creating a captivating and tranquil beauty.

Zhou Heming unconsciously picked up his phone and took a picture of the scene.

Although the image quality and lighting of a mobile phone are far inferior to those of a proper camera, let alone the human eye, it is still a very charming and beautiful photo.

After taking the photo, Zhou Heming subconsciously wanted to send it to the person he was particularly interested in on his friend list.

But halfway through the process, he suddenly froze and canceled the sending.

Zhou Heming looked at the photo again.

He felt that it wasn't actually that good-looking anymore.

For a moment.

He suddenly understood why Liu Yong wrote lines like, "Years will pass, and all the beautiful days and scenes will be in vain. Even if I have a thousand kinds of feelings, to whom can I speak of them?"

He suddenly understood why Cheng Lingjun had said he hoped he would never understand certain lines of poetry.

When you first hear it, you don't know what the song is about, but after listening to it again, you are already in the song.

A damp and chilly feeling suddenly enveloped the boy.

What were you filming?

At this moment, Lu Bai noticed Zhou Heming had stopped and turned around curiously to approach him.

"It's just a regular cloud."

Zhou Heming showed her the photos.

"Not bad, the photos have a bit of an artistic quality, especially the contrast of light and shadow between the buildings and the clouds. You're not entirely without artistic talent after all."

Lu Bai examined the photo carefully for a while, then swiped his finger across the screen a few times before handing it back to Zhou Heming.

What did you do?

Zhou Heming took the phone with suspicion.

Then found out.

Lu Bai sent the photo to her own WeChat.

"What? You still can't bear to part with it?"

Seeing that Zhou Heming didn't move, Lu Bai raised an eyebrow.

"No, it is truly an honor to receive praise from Lord Lu Bai."

Zhou Heming reluctantly put away his phone.

"lie."

Lu Bai said this, but the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"How come I never noticed you had this witty side before?"

"Perhaps you just haven't realized it yet."

Zhou Heming watched Lu Bai, who was walking on the fallen leaves at the library entrance, making a rustling sound, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he spoke, uttering the words he had been unable to say before.

"Lu Bai, how about you come to the library with me to watch a movie tomorrow afternoon? I want to watch 'Farewell My Concubine' again."

Upon hearing this, Lu Bai turned around.

She knew that Zhou Heming was not lying.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. What can I do? I'm the kind-hearted Lord Lu Bai."

In the hazy twilight, the corners of her mouth turned up.

As expected of Lu Bai, who can sit at the same table as Zhou Heming, this girl will happily jump down any step given to her.

So coaxing.

Zhou Heming smiled and followed.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared, the surroundings darkened, taking on a bluish hue—the blues moment that lasted only five minutes after sunset.

The two walked forward, one in front of the other.

"The barbecue is on me today!"

Let's split the bill.

"That won't do. We have different appetites, so wouldn't it be unfair for us to split the bill?"

"I guess you mean to say that I lost out."

How could you say that about a girl!

"Never mind, I'll treat this time, you can treat next time."

"You know the truth."

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