Why is the bright moon bright+Fanwai

Xu Can took it, and pursed his lips in silence.

Unscrew it first, then cover it smoothly, and replace the opened one with the unopened one in Tong Mingyue's hand.

"thanks……"

Tong Mingyue was obviously not used to being taken care of like this, she was slow in thanking her, and then said seriously, "I should drive for you."

"Oh," Xu Can pursed the smile on his lips, unscrewed the bottle cap, and wanted to drink some water to calm down.

How to do it.

She was also considered half-daring, but she didn't even dare to look at her for a while, for fear of her heart beating too fast, or of being betrayed by an overly obvious smile in her eyes.

The students sat together and were quiet for a while, and the protagonist soon appeared on the stage.

"Good evening everyone, I'm Mo Yan."

On the stage, the middle-aged and elderly people in the Mediterranean are sitting in the middle of the stage with the microphone, and they are a little chubby.

The slide behind him has his name on it.

"I'm very glad to be able to talk to my classmates about my book tonight..."

Xu Can took a sip of mineral water and looked at the stage.

Hearing this, before the water could be swallowed, the intake pipe forked.

"Ahem..." She covered her lips, not daring to disturb others with her cough, her face turned red.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that she was choking to tears, Tong Mingyue hurriedly took out a napkin from her bag, handed it to her, and patted her on the back, "Why are you drinking in such a hurry."

Xu Can pressed the corner of his eye with the paper, and asked quietly, "He said he was Mo Yan?"

"Ok?"

"It's not Mo Yan." Xu Can swallowed the disrespect of "Isn't he dead?" and asked tactfully, "Is it really me?"

Tong Mingyue couldn't help laughing at her strange question, "Which book have you read? I think it's different from the author I imagined."

Xu Can didn't understand for a while.

Said: "Just that book..."

Seeing her complex expression, Tong Mingyue was a little curious, "Which book?"

Of course Xu Can was embarrassed to say that he never read literature books, so he recalled what Guo Xiaoya told her.

"The...Sa... Sahara Desert?"

Tong Mingyue was stunned for a while.

Then the corners of the lips curved, and the corners of the eyes also curved down.

After a few seconds, he explained gently in a very flat tone: "You probably misremembered. "The Story of the Sahara" was written by a Taiwanese female author, her name is Sanmao."

Xu Can: "..."

At this time, she must have realized that she was cheated by Guo Xiaoya.

"The one on that stage?"

"The author who won the Nobel Prize in Literature, Mo Yan."

Chapter 9

"…………"

Xu Can looked away, smiled faintly, paused for a few seconds before suppressing the embarrassment, and said innocently: "That's because I remembered wrongly."

He gritted his teeth inwardly.

The speech on the stage continued, and the old man's voice, amplified by the microphone, was somewhat muffled.They sat in the last row, just the two of them, and the other half of the aisle was empty.

Because it is a small auditorium, the layout is somewhat similar to that of an open classroom, and the backs of the chairs are high, so it is difficult to see clearly when sitting in the back.

Xu Can asked softly: "Teacher, do you like this author very much?"

"It's okay..." Tong Mingyue thought for a while and said, "Ordinary readers who have read a few books."

The air conditioner makes people feel warm.

Xu Can closed his eyes, and suddenly felt drowsy. He hadn't slept normally in the past few days, and he continued to exploit his physical strength after the exam exhausted his energy and part-time job.

Originally, I just wanted to close my eyes, but my eyelashes became heavy and I couldn't open them easily.

"I'm very tired recently."

The writer on the stage was still talking, so Tong Mingyue spoke very softly, almost whispering next to her ear, "How about taking a short break."

Xu Can opened his eyes subconsciously, "It's not very good..."

Tong Mingyue stretched out her hand, covered Xu Can's eyes while still looking at her, and whispered, "It's okay, go to sleep."

He gently supported her shoulder so that she could lean against her to sleep.

Leaning on her shoulder, with the tip of her nose at the shoulder socket, Xu Can could smell a faint fragrance, soft like floral fragrance and elegant with woody notes, cool and gentle without violating harmony.

It wasn't like laundry detergent or perfume, unlike anything she'd ever smelled.

Maybe it's the fragrance.

Eyelids are getting heavy.

Maybe it was because this feeling was too good, so Xu Can was really unceremonious and let himself fall asleep.If you still think about it vaguely, let's squint for a while.

Professor Tong, who was supposed to help maintain some discipline, sat upright, still looking at the stage.From time to time, I straightened Xu Can's little head, which was moving down when she fell asleep, so that she could sleep more comfortably.

A few times in a daze, Xu Can felt her hand caressing the broken hair on her cheek, the movements were gentle.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes again, it was already over.

She seemed to have slept too soundly, she was refreshed, and she woke up with a feeling of enlightenment.

His face was a little hot, and he looked at Tong Mingyue beside him and said, "Huh? Why are you all gone?" His voice was a little hoarse.

Tong Mingyue was really incompetent this time.He obviously came to help, but he didn't go up to work until the end. He stood still and watched the male teacher finish packing all by himself.She heard the words with a smile: "It's over, little pig."

Xu Can was tickled by her soft cry.

When he came back to his senses, his thoughts turned quickly, his eyes glanced at the empty small auditorium, and his heart beat faster.

"Woke up a bit hungry," Xu Can swallowed, and said innocently, "Shall we go to the cafeteria?"