first love

Take the elevator to the fifth floor of the library. There are indeed a lot of miscellaneous books and rows of magazine racks here, which are not as serious as the floors downstairs.The students also sat or squatted casually, and some people laid newspapers on the corner floor, free-spirited.

Xie Nanqun found the comics he had read when he was a child, and pointed them to Wen Lan with great interest: "There is actually a whole series, and the people in charge of the school's book collection are quite boring."

Wen Lan turned a few pages curiously, not quite understanding the reading order from right to left, a little confused: "That's amazing..."

"Haven't you seen it before?"

"Well, when I was a child, I read the Four Great Classics, and Dream of the Red Chamber was my favorite."

Xie Nanqun curled his lips: "I can't see it. A large part is full of clothes, food and drink, and it hurts my eyes." He took down another martial arts novel, "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Outlaws of the Marsh are okay, fighting and killing, it looks refreshing. "

"I like the poems in Dream of Red Mansions, but I don't understand them very well, and I don't know much about them." Wen Lan stood on tiptoe, as if he saw the more revealing comic cover, blushed and looked away.

"A natural liberal arts student." Xie Nanqun jokingly nudged each other with his elbow.

Since Wen Lan likes to read more serious or serious literary works, he relied on his height, looked over the sign hanging from the ceiling, and pulled the person to another bookshelf: "Are these to your liking? I know a Murakami Haru A tree will never win the Nobel Prize in Literature.”

Wen Lan added: "The committee set up a new literary award and planned to award it to him, but he refused."

"Hey, I don't know what people who write books think."

"Maybe it's the nobleness of the literati themselves? I can't get it and I don't want a substitute."

Suddenly noticing something, Wen Lan walked to the other side and pulled out a mystery novel: "I've read this one, it's quite...scary, brother Qun, you might like it."

"Reasoning?" Xie Nanqun casually flipped through the pages, holding them in his hands, "Okay, I'll borrow them." He added another sentence, "After the review."

"A combination of work and rest." Wen Lan smiled.

Lingering among the bookshelves for a long time, Xie Nanqun suddenly tugged on Wen Lan's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Little basket, I remember you are writing a novel, what type is it?"

"Suspense, suspense."

Xie Nanqun's eyes widened in surprise: "I didn't expect that, I thought you wrote...fairy tales."

Wen Lan couldn't help laughing: "I'm writing short stories, just for my interest, maybe I'm more focused on horror, ghosts and ghosts." He also chose several interesting books and hugged them to his chest, "I'm not afraid of these. "

"It's a pity, I still want to have the opportunity to watch horror movies with you." Xie Nanqun showed an uneasy and kind look.

"It should be a blessing rather than a pity. Otherwise, in the second half of the semester, Brother Qun will have to wash the smelly socks by himself."

"What's the matter, I'm not sticking my fingers in the water."

His fingers slid across a row of spines and stopped on a seemingly well-known love novel. Xie Nanqun turned his head and asked, "By the way, is there any emotional drama in the novel you wrote, Xiaolanlan?"

Being poked at a weak point, Wen Lan felt guilty: "No, I can't write well."

Xie Nanqun was a little happy when he heard that, and withdrew his hand in a strange way: "Listen to Brother Qun's advice, be cautious when falling in love, otherwise you will have to work hard after graduation." He used the four-character phrase very skillfully.

"Brother Qun has experience?"

"……No."

Wen Lan didn't know why he wanted to smile, and he really bent his mouth: "Where did you read the famous saying? Or chicken soup for the soul?"

"Our minister is doing an internship. It seems to be a WeChat official account. If there is nothing to do, he will forward various articles to the department group." Xie Nanqun was very helpless.

"I remember Shakespeare's saying, Lovesoughtisgood, butgivenunsoughtisbetter. The pursuit of love is good, not the pursuit of better."

"So let's go with the flow, that's right, I like that." Xie Nanqun deeply agreed.

"I would also like."

Seeing that each other had taken a lot of books, Wen Lan stopped talking and signaled to Xie Nanqun that it was time to go back.When the two left the library, the north wind was blowing in their faces. Xie Nanqun subconsciously walked in front to block it, and asked Wen Lan to put on his scarf quickly.The street lights here are not very good, and the shadows of the trees are sparse. Occasionally, a car passes by, and the lights cut through the darkness, and then calm down.

Xie Nanqun tilted his head slightly, and his eyes met. He could see Wen Lan's bright eyes in the night, like the moonlight in the sky flowing into them, his eyes were soft and soft.