Falling back to gl

The first time Nanjia met Ji Cen'an was outside the Z University Library, not at a private art exhibition.

She was 25 years old this year, and she had just returned to China for a few months, while Ji Cen'an was still a junior, not yet twenty.

It was Friday, a breezy afternoon.

The lecture starts at 02:30. Nanga arrives at the University of Z two hours in advance, and first goes to meet a professor with a good friendship, and then prepares for the opening.

The place I agreed with the professor was in a coffee shop, not far from the library.

On the corridor of the covered bridge nearby, Ji Cen'an, who was in a hurry and didn't look at the road, bumped into the professor head-on, and the documents in Nanjia's hands were scattered all over the place, and one of them almost fell into the water.

At that time, Ji Cen'an did not appear alone, but also accompanied by a group of friends, including Wu Yiming.

But this group of students didn't pay attention to her and the professor, they just helped to pick up the materials, stuffed them back to her, and then left in a rush.

At that time, Ji Cen'an was dressed in a neutral style, with a light gray loose T-shirt and army green overalls with pure black boots, a row of silver nails on his left ear, and his hair was just shoulder-length, messy and casually tied in half. half.This person didn't even look at Nanjia and the others. It was clear that she had bumped into someone, but she didn't even apologize. Instead, she frowned impatiently, holding the laptop in her satchel with one hand in a faint displeasure.

Inadvertently looking up, Nanjia couldn't see her face, but only saw the man's bony hands, white and thin forearm, and the agarwood bracelet on her wrist.

It was still a frail boy wearing glasses who looked back, struggled for a while, and shyly said to Nanjia: "Sorry, we are in a hurry, I'm sorry."

Nanjia put away the materials and narrowed his eyes.

Before he could reply, Ji Cen'an suddenly called out the boy's name, and said flatly, "Let's go."

Still don't care about Nanga and the others, they are indifferent.

The boy groaned, touched his nose habitually, continued to apologize to Nanjia, and then immediately followed the large army.

Glancing over there again, Ji Cen'an was already far away, leaving only a blurry figure from his back.

The professor asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

Nanjia calmed down and shook her head: "No."

"These children are really..." the professor muttered helplessly, "every one of them is always reckless and out of tune all day long."

Nanjia didn't mind too much, and in turn asked the professor how he was doing.

The professor said: "It's nothing, this old bone is fine, it won't come apart."

After walking out of the covered bridge, Nanga sent the professor back to his office.

The next encounter is in the academic hall, the scene of the lecture.

Ji Cen'an and the frail boy became the audience in the audience.

These two came to share their credits, but they were not interested in Nanjia's lecture at all—and Ji Cen'an was Wu Yiming's substitute. Wu Yiming couldn't come for some reason, so he had to find a friend who happened to be wandering in the school to sign in and sign out for him.

During the entire lecture, Ji Cen'an didn't listen to a single speech on stage, and remained unmoved. He concentrated on tinkering with the laptop in front of him throughout the whole process, without being distracted for a moment.

Not only that, but before Nanga officially entered the arena, the man put on his earphones as soon as he sat down.

The surrounding environment is too noisy, so as to isolate the noise.

Nanjia went up, and this person had no intention of taking off the earphones, and his attention was all on the screen.

Unruly, flamboyant and rude, no respect for people at all.

It was only halfway through the lecture that Nanjia discovered Ji Cen'an's unique existence. After a cursory glance, he recognized Ji Cen'an immediately.

I still remember Ji Cen'an, and I was quite impressed.

But Nanga didn't show it, and he didn't care much about this arrogant student either.

After all, the other students in the hall were not too strong, and most of them were intermittently absent-minded, or secretly playing games on their mobile phones.They are all from mixed credits, and not many of them are really for learning, and they come here to accept the influence of art.

The frail boy next to Ji Cen'an tried to be more serious, at least listening for a few minutes.

The boy also recognized Nanjia, and was stunned for an instant.

The child was honest and friendly, and gently touched Ji Cen'an with his elbow, wanting to remind his friend.

But obviously, Ji Cen'an couldn't find any extra thoughts, and frowned again.

The frail boy opened his mouth to speak, but Ji Cen'an said something in a deep voice first, as if he was not happy to be interrupted.

The boy quickly shut up and held back, like a silent quail.

Out of the corner of her eye, she fell to the second row, and Nanjia took in all the small movements of the two of them, and then she saw Ji Cen'an's face that was more eye-catching than her character.

With deep and three-dimensional facial features, thick-faced looks, and a somewhat gloomy temperament, but not to the point of being world-weary.That appearance is very prominent in the crowd, and it is difficult to ignore it.

Nanjia couldn't help but look at it twice, and stopped for a moment without any trace.

Subconsciously, I didn't even react.

Ji Cen'an didn't respond to the movement around him. His slender, white fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, and he leaned back while writing the code, leaning against the back of the seat as if he had no bones.

The hands have been non-stop, and I don't feel tired.

Nanjia continued to talk, but turned a blind eye to him afterwards.

Don't bother to care about it, just do whatever you want, as long as you don't make trouble.

The lecture lasted for one and a half hours and ended around four o'clock.

Ji Cen'an signed and left when he arrived, not staying for a minute.

He didn't even want to take a commemorative group photo, so he left quickly.

Nanjia couldn't leave, so she had to stay and take pictures with students in need.

It was five or six o'clock after finishing all the matters, dark clouds were pressing down on the sky, and a drizzle began to fall outside.

The professor sent an umbrella to Nanjia, but he didn't have time to wait for her to accompany him, so he just handed over the umbrella to the school committee who came to meet him and asked him to bring it over.

But the school committee didn't come either, and something temporarily delayed the time.

I have to have dinner with the school later, and Nanjia couldn't go back, so she continued to wait at the outside door.

Because of the sudden rain, many people were trapped here, crowded together in groups, waiting for the rain to stop.

Nanjia stood alone in the corner, deliberately avoiding the student group, and took out his mobile phone to reply to the online message.

It was also at this time that Nanjia found a familiar figure again when he turned his side and raised his head.

——Ji Cen'an didn't leave, he was still here.

The man was sitting casually against the wall, still studying something on the computer.

The previous boy was missing, so he should have left first, but there was no sign of him.

The distance between them is quite far, more than ten meters by visual inspection.

There are also many waiting students mixed in, and there are pedestrians passing through one after another.

Nanjia tilted his head, and after a while, he closed his eyes, lowered his eyes to look at the materials in his hand, and sorted them out casually.

Before the rain stopped, the school committee arrived in less than 10 minutes.

Picking up the umbrella, Nanjia stepped out without looking back, and walked into the hazy smoke.

The school committee said: "I'm sorry, I was really busy just now, and the task is a bit urgent."

Nanjia replied gently: "I'm not in a hurry, you're welcome."

The school committee asked, "Have you been waiting for so long?"

Nanjia said politely, "Not long."

Moving forward, you chat with each other.

It was almost at the corner of the intersection. For no reason, Nanjia stopped and looked back, looking in the direction of the academic hall calmly.

The distance is too far, and there are so many students blocking the door, so I can't see the scene inside, I can't see anything.

The school committee said: "Here, let's go to Mingde Building first."

Nanjia calmly calmed down, and said, "Please lead the way."

The light rain, which was like a white line, did not stop until the next morning, and it continued on and off throughout the night, disturbing people uncomfortably.

That lecture was just a coincidence, an accident, not worth remembering.

The encounter also faded away with the disappearance of the raindrops, and gradually turned into an ordinary case in the monotonous life, and was soon left behind.

Nanjia will not deliberately remember anyone, let alone strangers who don't matter.

If it wasn't for the later meeting, Nanjia might have forgotten Ji Cen'an, and she didn't remember who it was. .

During his short teaching career, Nanjia stayed at the Polytechnic University for half a year, transferred from Z University, and tried to teach at the Polytechnic University.

Ji Cen'an was not counted as her student, that time she was substituting for a colleague, while Ji Cen'an remained the same and was still covering for a friend.

This time, Ji Cen'an was more honest and behaved. Instead of bringing a computer into the classroom, he came early and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep as soon as he sat down.

Neither disturbed classroom discipline nor listened to lectures.

In that class, Nanjia did not call names, but asked the class committee to count the number of people.

The class committee opened their eyes and told nonsense, pretending to be stupid to show that everyone is there.

Nanjia didn't see through, spread out the roster, pointed at Ji Cen'an and casually asked, "Who is that classmate?"

The class committee felt guilty, but still bit the bullet and reported the name of the student that Ji Cen'an helped substitute.

Nanjia took up the pen and made a mark behind the classmate's name.

The total of the two classes is 10 minutes, plus the break between classes, no more than two hours.

In the rest of the time, someone has been lying on his stomach, unable to get up after falling down.Occasionally, I would change my posture in the middle, but my head seemed to be glued to the table, and my eyelids could not be opened.

I was stunned to use the lecture explanation as a lullaby, and the more I listened to it, the more sleepy I became.

I don't know what to do at night to be so tired, half-dead as if out of breath, listless.

The class was over soon, Nanjia put away the textbooks, and looked at the seat near the fourth row of windows before leaving the door.

All the classmates left the classroom together, but Ji Cen'an hadn't moved and couldn't get up.

The class committee knew Ji Cen'an, went over to pat her with the book, and kindly woke her up.

As if forced to turn it on, Ji Cen'an had been running for a long time before he forced his eyes open, got up halfway, slumped weakly, tidied up his textbooks, and followed the group to the next classroom to continue class.

Nanga went through the front door, and they went out through the back door.

Ji Cen'an still didn't notice her, and his mind was scattered.

Even if I met, I didn't know who she was.

There is only one aisle outside the classroom, and you must go up and down the same way.

They want to go upstairs, Nanga needs to go down.

Following behind the main force, Nanjia went out half a minute late, deliberately staggered some distance, and did not go ahead.

Ji Cen'an's tall figure stands out in the crowd, and he can be seen everywhere at once.

The class committee led this person forward, chatting with Ji Cen'an while walking.

Ji Cen'an was reticent and didn't answer very well.

I didn't want to spy on the little girl's conversation, but someone blocked me in front, and Nanjia couldn't leave, so I was forced to listen to their chat.

Almost at the top of the stairs, the class committee suddenly asked Ji Cen'an: "Where's your boyfriend from last time? Why haven't you seen him recently? Isn't he coming?"

Boy friend……

Nanjia, who was supposed to turn a corner and go downstairs, was sharp, but her steps faltered.