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"Cough." The confession came so suddenly, Jiang Zhihuo choked unexpectedly, and didn't know how to react for a while.

But Yan Mu seemed to have nothing happened, calmly asked the waiter to pour a cup of herbal tea, and scalded two slices of tenderloin for Jiang Zhihuo.

Jiang Zhihuo unceremoniously ate two pieces of tenderloin, stuffed it in his mouth and chewed hard.

Then he looked up at Yan Mu.

Yan Xueshen's ears were still red, and the light above his head was very obvious, which formed a great contrast with that cold and indifferent face, and it didn't match at all.

Anyway, the conversation between the two of them has been spread out for a long time, and now that they are outside, they have clearly stated what they mean, Jiang Zhihuo became playful, and poked his chopsticks in the sauce plate: "Brother Yan, Stop pretending, do you know that your ears turn red when you say that?"

"..." Yan Mu hesitated for a moment, "I know."

My ears are hot, but I can still feel it.

Jiang Zhihuo smiled, and wanted to speak, but the man's mouth knows what can ruin the atmosphere, Yan Mu blocked him with a chopstick mutton roll, and said forcefully: "Keep eating."

Jiang Zhihuo suppressed a smile and made a gesture of zipping his lips, the smile on his face did not fade for a long time.

When eating hot pot, she took off her coat and wore an apron. After eating, the smell on her body was not too heavy. Yan Mu brought a deodorant perfume and sprayed it on the two of them. Handsome.

At the dinner table, they discussed the library to go to for a while, and the atmosphere of each library is different.For example, the children's library is very... noisy.

In the end, the two chose to go to the provincial map by coincidence.

The provincial map can be regarded as a landmark building in Lincheng, the largest and tallest library in the province, with a rich collection of books.Some books are only allowed to be read in the library and are not allowed to be borrowed or purchased. In addition, the environment is good, the place is large, and the decoration is medieval style. Therefore, many people come to save pictures and study on weekends.

Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu didn't get there until after two o'clock in the afternoon. The self-study tables were already fully occupied, and there was a spiral staircase in the middle. Steps, sitting there in an orderly manner.

Reading is a quiet thing, and it feels uncomfortable to be in the same place with so many people. Jiang Zhihuo pulled Yan Mu to the third floor, and together they found an open space near the bookshelf, and sat on the ground.

It was obviously not the first time he had come here, and he remembered the types and locations of the books clearly, and brought over several literary classics in a short while.

When he was still choosing a book, Jiang Zhihuo pointed to a super-long foreign language novel more than ten centimeters thick, and asked Yan Mu in a low voice, "Do you want to get this?"

"What are you doing with this book?" Yan Mu asked.

"Be a pillow." The voice was too low, Jiang Zhihuo got close, and the two of them put their arms together, "I've seen someone take a nap in the library, it smells so good."

Yan Mu bent his knuckles and tapped on his forehead.

"Okay." Jiang Zhihuo found a place to sit down, spread out a famous novel, and voluntarily admitted, "I will fall asleep."

Yan Mu sat down next to him.

The distance between the bookshelves is large, and it is no problem to straighten your legs.The cold temperature of the marble floor sticks up the trousers.

There was the sound of pages being turned.

Yan Mu looked at the book in his hand, a little distracted.

He didn't think about coming to the library because he thought Jiang Zhihuo, or Yun Zhou, didn't like to come to this kind of place.

It's been a long time.

In my memory, I would accompany Yunzhou to read books in the big study of his house almost every half a month.

Father Yun and Yunmu are both professors of Chinese linguistics, and the books at home are extremely rich, so Yunzhou will pull him over and sit together under the bookshelf.

Every time Yun Zhou chose foreign novels, he complained once or twice.

He said that the translation accent of the novel is uncomfortable to read, and the content is also profound, and he still can't understand the complicated world of adults for the time being.

But this is the reading task entrusted to him by Yun's father, Mica, and it must be completed regularly. Yun Zhou has to force himself to read, even if he doesn't understand.

He just fell asleep every time, rubbed his eyes after waking up, and asked Qin Mu with a confused face: "Brother Qin, what did I just see?"

Qin Mu would point out the page number for him, and Yun Zhou would open it and continue reading. Gradually, he would wrinkle his face into a ball again, in extreme pain, with a face full of reluctance. He looked at it and then yawned, and then... again Both fell asleep.

His shoulders and neck sank.

Jiang Zhihuo sat cross-legged, with the famous book spread out on his lap, with his head tilted, as if he had stayed up all night writing a test paper, but he had to take a classical Chinese class in the first period. The moment the teacher spoke, he fell asleep in seconds.

Yan Mu pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly.

That hasn't changed at all.

He didn't move, just letting Jiang Zhihuo lean on him.

It was too close, and the faint pheromone, so close that only he could smell it, spilled into his nose.

Very light, very sweet wine.

Yan Mu turned his head slightly.

He didn't dare to make too much movement. From this angle, he could only see half of his face. His eyelashes were very long, and the slightly upturned ends could only be seen when he got close. When he closed his eyes, the ends of his eyes were slightly curved, cute and arrogant.

The facial features that looked like paintings fell on his shoulders, and the book in his hand suddenly became meaningless.

The long eyelashes trembled, and Jiang Zhihuo opened his eyes in a daze.

When I read a book, I saw that falling asleep is just a kind of light sleep. It is not really falling asleep, but my mind is full of drowsiness like being attacked.

When I was a child, because I couldn’t read, I felt sleepy when I saw those awkward translators. I fell asleep so many times, it turned out to be a kind of conditioned reflex, and now I have to sleep two or three times when I start reading a new masterpiece.

This is probably a sense of ritual.

"What did I just see?" Jiang Zhihuo was a little confused.

It was only after asking that he remembered that probably no one would answer him.

Over the years, he has kept his habit of reading. At first, Brother Li would read with him, and help him cover the quilt several times after falling asleep. Later, when Brother Li went to participate in various competitions, he was the only one left, and he had to let a It was really painful for the man of science and engineering who had shown his talent in engineering since he was a child to accompany him to read classics.

I can't remember the plot or the number of pages, so I can only turn it slowly by myself.

Although it's not a big deal, sometimes I always miss the time when someone will answer for him as soon as he asks.

Unexpectedly, Yan Mu's voice came from behind his ears: "Page 23."

When he got the unexpected answer, Jiang Zhihuo didn't react so quickly, and after a while he replied in a low voice: "Really."

The library was surprisingly quiet, the two of them sat together, even the sound of breathing was close to their ears.

Those who occasionally pass by to pick up books are not surprised to see two people sitting next to the bookshelves. They both lower their voices and communicate with breath sounds.

In the ease and silence, the time was very long and short, and the wind swirled like a wind, passing through the back.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Zhihuo was sleepy again, his eyes closed little by little, and his head suddenly moved forward.

This time the movement was too big, directly shaking myself awake.

It's okay to be alone, but today Brother Yan was still by his side, Jiang Zhihuo rubbed his eyes in embarrassment, took a sip of the water that Yan Mu handed over.

It was inconvenient to speak in the library, and his voice seemed sticky when he lowered his voice, so Yan Mu sent a message to Jiang Zhihuo, telling Jiang Zhihuo to check WeChat.

Jiang Zhihuo turned on the screen.

Yan Mu: Do you come here often?

Jiang Zhihuo yawned and typed: It's okay, once every two or three weeks.

Click send, and type out the second line: Mainly there is an atmosphere here, I won’t really fall asleep, I can go back and lie on the bed and sleep for a day.

Yan Mu: I thought you didn't like reading.

Jiang Zhihuo: If you don’t love it, you’ll feel sleepy at first glance. How much more can you love.

Jiang Zhihuo: But people need input. Only when they have a broad worldview can they see farther places.

Jiang Zhihuo: Even if you fall asleep, there is always something to remember.

Yan Mu: A philosopher.

Yan Mu: The scumbag is about to collapse.

Yan Mu: Are you Jiang Zhihuo or Jiang Zhou?

Wow!This person actually still mentions this.

The second personality that was conjured up a few times can still be used to make complaints about it.

Jiang Zhihuo lightly bumped Yan Mu's shoulder with his fist, sent an emoji of rolling his eyes, and continued typing.

Jiang Zhihuo: I didn't say that, it was...

He habitually typed out the old name, even though he hasn't called it that way for many years, it has become a habit engraved in his mind.

He also deleted the words "our two professors".

Jiang Zhihuo: I was told by two professors of Chinese linguistics.

Jiang Zhihuo crossed his legs and bent over. After sending the message, he put the phone in his pocket, put it close to Yan Mu's ear, pointed to the book, and said in a low voice, "I'll continue. If you fall asleep, remember 15 Call me in a minute."

Yan Mu let out a "hmm".

The two professors of Chinese linguistics must have said Yunfu Mica.

Why call them that?

What happened that year?Why send Yun Zhou away?

Why did he become Jiang Zhihuo?

There are many things he wants to ask, but he can't ask. He doesn't know whether Jiang Zhihuo is willing to mention it.

Yan Mu sighed imperceptibly.

Take it easy.

The reading time passed quickly, and Jiang Zhihuo never fell asleep after getting through the initial slow-heating stage. When he remembered that it was time to eat, it was already dark.

It's not boring for two people to be together in the library. Although they don't talk, they are shoulder to shoulder, quiet, and closer than any other activities.

Yan Mu also enjoys the feeling that only two of them are in the same space.

The night sky in late autumn came early, and the full moon smudged a small piece of sky into grayish white.

Walking out of the provincial map, Jiang Zhihuo asked a century-old question: "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Three options." Yan Xueshen combined the distance, transportation, and cost-effectiveness, and came up with three restaurants. He seriously told Jiang Zhihuo these three options.

"Pfft." Jiang Zhihuo pressed his fist to his lips.

Although he has already experienced the critical attack of the mind map of learning the god-style dating once, Jiang Zhihuo still couldn't help laughing when he once again seriously stated the reasons for choosing these three restaurants.

Yan Mu: "..." That's all! !

He turned cold and walked forward.

"Don't go, don't go...hahahahaha." Jiang Zhihuo chased after him with a smile.

Yan Mu was not really angry, so he started to take two big steps, and then slowed down to wait for Jiang Zhihuo.

However, just halfway through the chase, Jiang Zhihuo paused, and suddenly crouched down with his stomach in his arms.

Yan Mu hurriedly turned around, held his shoulders, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhihuo shook his head.

It's nothing serious, just at that moment, the lower abdomen hurts like being twisted, if I didn't squat down, I might have fallen in the next step.

But the pain only lasted for a few seconds, probably from somewhere. After the relief, Jiang Zhihuo jumped up again and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay."

Then, he looked at Yan Mu and smiled slyly.

The moment he squatted down, a new idea popped into his mind.

Brother Yan is sensible and organized, and he has to make mind maps when he comes out to play.

Then his existence is to break this rationality, after all, he is the only one who can make Yan Mubeng put a bad face on him and quarrel.

Jiang Zhihuo: "Hey."

Yan Mu: "..."

Looking at this look, you know that this person must have a new idea, and it must be an option that is not in the mind map.

Sure enough, Jiang Zhihuo grinned: "I just had hot pot at noon, and I don't want to go anywhere. How about going to your house, and you cook noodles for me?"