sick white moonlight

In his opinion, this person is like those young gentlemen who are weak and elegant, who are reciting poems and painting in pavilions and pavilions.

But there is also a special temperament that most ordinary people don't have at this time, it is not simple, nor is it flashy, but a kind of calmness, as if no matter what kind of problem, it will not threaten him or disturb him.

"Come here, and help me get a book." He An held the book in his hand, looked at the big bookshelf in the living room, and said softly.

"You're calling me." Lu Chen pointed to himself and asked in a daze.

"The highest floor in the upper left corner, the fifth book from the left."

Seeing the man in front of him bent over, handing the red-covered book in front of him in the middle of his line of sight, He An narrowed his eyes slightly, and took it smoothly.

"Thanks."

Seeing the person in the wheelchair slowly pushing the wheelchair to the balcony, and then closing the partition curtain, Lu Chen, who stayed where he was, also smiled.

"You can read the books on the shelf as you like. Just remember to put them back after reading."

A voice as calm as water came from the balcony, slowly calming Lu Chen's beating heart.

There are really few words, he hesitated in his heart.

Looking at the books on the bookshelf, he took out a copy of "Economic History" and put it in his hand. He wanted to read this book a long time ago. It's been a few years since my latest book came out.

It’s just that generally speaking, domestic imports are slow, and the price is relatively expensive. The library does not purchase, and his extra money is sent back home. Naturally, it is impossible to spend the extra money to buy books.

Aunt Sun in the kitchen handed him a fruit plate, put it on the coffee table in the living room, and beckoned him to sit down and eat the fruit.

But Lu Chen didn't sit down, but stood by the bookcase, carefully holding the book in his hand, and flipping through it bit by bit.

The translator of the book, Li Zeyun, who is nearly fifty, is a well-known translator of economics works in China, and his translated books are elegant and precise.It is said that he traveled abroad in his early years and spoke a very standard English accent. What is even more rare is that he majored in English as an undergraduate. He also majored in English for his master's degree. In order to translate, he also studied economics and obtained a degree.

Unlike some new translators, some of the translated articles are full of mistakes and omissions due to lack of economics training, which is simply unreadable.

B's university style advocates freedom, and the teachers don't care so much about the students.

It has been almost three months since he entered school, and Lu Chen has gradually gotten used to life in the university.

Lu Chen himself is studying economics, a four-year undergraduate course, and he often goes back to take courses in other majors.

Time passed quickly, but Lu Chen was so absorbed in the book in his hand that he didn't feel anything.

……

"Host, I found out that my lord is really..." 007 looked at the host with a satisfied face, looked at the host with the book in his hand, and said quietly.

"It's indeed a godly assist, just like this, the male lead you've been thinking of has been sent here."

"Fuck, host, when will you reply me like this." 007 looked shocked.

"I'm not old-fashioned. After you sent me so many documentary strategy posts, I naturally know some trendy words." He An blinked helplessly.

"Do you want me to help you recall the "One Hundred and One Nights of Me and the Blackened Protagonist" that you passed on to me."

"What? Why did you have this?" 007 was even more frightened. This was obviously a well-known hot post that he was chasing in the system forum. Because of the novelty of the content and the amazing means of the host to complete the task, it was surrounded by the system.

"I don't know, maybe, you accidentally passed the wrong message." He An narrowed his eyes and replied casually.

"Hey, that," 007's cute tone became weak, how could it send this post to the host.

Does it still have to maintain its image?

It will not admit to itself during this time, because it has been forced to open the door to a new world because of visiting too many forums.

It is no longer the pure and clean little white flower it used to be.

"By the way, host, why doesn't the hero sit on the sofa and read a book? Instead, he must stand there." 007 changed the subject and asked.

"It's very simple." He An turned over a page of the book in his hand and replied absent-mindedly, "He's afraid he'll get the sofa dirty."

"Why? The hero's clothes look clean!" 007 asked.

He An was too lazy to answer these boring questions, so he said, "Think about it yourself."

Leave a confused, brooding system.

After 10 minutes, still fruitless 007: Don't go, my host, I need your explanation.

However, looking at the host who was fascinated by reading books, it had no choice but to scroll to the system forum silently, update its theme post "My host scares me every day", and at the same time, it posted a new post "My host is every day Overwhelm me in IQ"

……

"The dishes are ready, let's eat." Sun Mei in the kitchen shouted a few words while wiping the cooking fume from the stove.

It was only now that Lu Chen came back to his senses. It turned out that it was already noon. He looked at the books he had read in his hands and sighed a little.

Foreign economic viewpoints are indeed very new. Although the teachers of the school have tried their best to catch up with the international aspects in the past few years, it is obvious that the grade has dropped a lot.

However, he didn't feel very difficult to accept. He knew very well that it was not easy for them to survive in this country, and their education still had a long way to go.

Looking at the unmoving curtain on the balcony, he walked slowly without making too much noise, until he approached the balcony, he asked softly, "Do you need my help?"

But no response.

He wondered if his voice was too low, so he repeated it again.

But, this time, there was still no response.

He was even a little worried, and his originally peaceful heart jumped up. He hurriedly opened the curtains, and saw the wheelchair that was still there, and the figure sitting on it, and he was relieved.

The man in the wheelchair, or someone his age, was leaning on the back of the wheelchair slightly reclined, with a book spread out on his lap.

The man squinted his eyes, and the distribution of his good features was very harmonious. The corners of his lips under the bridge of his nose that could be called delicate even drew a beautiful arc.

Lu Chen rubbed his head, it turned out that the man fell asleep.

It's just that I really don't know his name?

"Ha..." He An yawned, overcame his sleepiness, opened his hazy eyes, and tried his best to look at the black shadow in front of him.

"Do you need my help?" The man in front asked very gently, "Auntie asked us to eat."

He An couldn't help but rubbed the corners of his eyes, thinking of his limp body in sleep, with no strength, he said a little self-destructively, "Okay!"

Anyway, it was a waste of labor.

He An added silently in his heart, then let the man walk behind him and pushed him into the restaurant.

"Yeah, Mr. Lin, Xiao Lu pushed you here." Sun Mei said in surprise while carrying the dishes cooked in the kitchen to the restaurant table.

This was the first time she saw Lin Xiu willing to let others help push his wheelchair. Although she didn't spend much time together, she clearly realized that this big boy who talked less and was relatively silent was actually very strong. , unwilling to accept help from others easily.

"Aunt Sun, can you stop calling me Mr. Lin?" He An looked helpless, "You can just call me by my name. To be honest, Mr. Lin can easily remind me of Miss Lin."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, I will remember everything you said?" Sun Mei's hearty yet cheerful voice came from the kitchen.

He An heard the words, quickly lowered his head, his eyes were empty, helpless.

What he didn't know was that the short hair on the top of his head was slightly curled up, which looked very cute.

Lu Chen was a little funny in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it too much.

"Xiao Lu, how old are you this year?" Sun Mei, who was at the dining table, asked nonchalantly.

"It's 23." Lu Chen seriously ate the rice in his bowl.

I have to say that a small stove is much more delicious than a big pot of rice.

"So, you are the same age as Mr. Lin, ha ha."

"However, Xiao Lu should have studied late. Unlike Mr. Lin, he is almost graduating."

He quietly ate his meal without saying a word, thinking about some knowledge points and questions he had read in the book before.

Time is very tight. In order to replenish the memory and knowledge in his mind instantly, so as not to be too confused, since he came to this body, he basically read a lot of books every day, and never stopped thinking about what he had gained.

Fortunately, his memory is very good, which is more beneficial to his study.

……

The whole afternoon was silent again. Sun Mei went into her usual room to take a lunch break. As for He An, he was still on his balcony, reading his book seriously.

The book in his hand turned to the last page, he paused, and finally lifted the curtain neatly, and said, "Help me get the third book from the top right corner from top to bottom, and then the fourth book from right to left. book, the General History by Amis."

"Have you memorized all the locations of these books?" Lu Chen couldn't help asking when he handed the books to He An.

"I think I roughly remembered it, if you put the book back to its original position when you read it." He An answered with a picky look.

"Your English should be very good, right?" Lu Chen looked at the book in English handed over in his hand.

He An didn't answer, he didn't know what level his English should be after having memorized roughly a few English dictionaries.

Anyway, there is generally no problem in reading ordinary English original books.

There was no response, and Lu Chen, who felt a little lost in his heart, silently closed his mouth.

The sky gradually darkened, and just when Lu Chen was fascinated by the book he was reading, there was a deafening rumbling sound, which made him tremble slightly in fright. Feet are terribly numb.

He put down the book and looked at the sky outside the house through the kitchen window. The black clouds were dazzling and gloomy.

It looks like it's going to rain today.