The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

At night, the hour hand of the bronze clock swings to 11 o'clock.

The small window on the second floor of Xiling Newspaper Office was still lit with a little bit of dim yellow light, through the blue lotus-colored curtain of the lattice window, only a blurry silhouette could be seen.

In the dimly lit room, only a small lamp with a green shade ignites a faint light, bringing a little warm color to this quiet environment.

On the long desk, stacks of documents to be sorted were piled up, divided into four or five stacks like hills, Shen Qingchuan leaned on the desk, resting his finger on the body of the lacquered fountain pen, the ink leaked from the nib, falling lines on the letter paper Junxiu neat handwriting.

"Cough cough..."

The autumn wind was blowing outside, and the air was becoming more and more condensed. Shen Qingchuan covered his mouth with a handkerchief to suppress the sound of coughing. The sound insulation effect of the wooden building is not very good, and he was afraid of waking up the people who were resting upstairs.

He sorted out the received materials, which ones are the popular science knowledge to be sent to the general public in the next issue, which needs to be racked up to make it easier to understand, and which ones are professional materials to be delivered to university professors.

Shen Qingchuan asked the priest to help him collect books and materials. Many overseas compatriots and overseas Chinese who knew the news sent letters like snowflakes.

There are some fields that Shen Qingchuan can't understand, and the professional ones should be sent to professional people so that they can play a greater role.

For example, how to make iron from several kinds of iron ore, then extract iron, and make steel, he sorted it out and sent it to the steel factory.

The translation of some professional words still needs to be looked up in the dictionary, and the translation is quite troublesome.

Shen Qingchuan closed his eyes, rubbed the bridge of his nose to relieve the soreness in his eyes.

A cup of warm tea was suddenly placed on the desk. Leng Qiudu looked at Shen Qingchuan and said coldly, "I'll make the rest tomorrow."

Shen Qingchuan put down his hands, met Leng Qiudu's indifferent gaze, and smiled with ease, like a gust of breeze, and said with a smile, "It's okay, you haven't slept yet?"

There is also a small cubicle on the second floor, where employees who work overtime can rest.

"I can not sleep."

"Do you want me to help you?" Leng Qiudu's voice was the same as before, very light, without any ups and downs, as if he was asking casually.

If other people heard this tone, they would only think it was a polite remark.

Shen Qingchuan glanced at that gentle and handsome face exposed in the warm yellow light, seeing Leng Qiudu's lowered brows and eyes, straight nose, and pursed thin lips were even more indifferent and unenthusiastic.

Only Shen Qingchuan knew that Leng Qiudu had a warm and pure heart under his indifferent body.

"No, you go to rest first." Shen Qingchuan knew that Leng Qiudu was busy until ten o'clock before taking a rest.

Shen Qingchuan frowned and smiled, like the evening wind blowing willows, he couldn't bear to let classmate Leng work so hard, if he collapsed from exhaustion, it would be a sin.

His smile is so gentle and tender, how can it not make people fall for it, if a small red bean hits someone's heart heavily, stirring up a thousand layers of dark waves, the waves are turbulent.

The fingers of Leng Qiudu's hand under the long gown by his side trembled slightly, so subtle that no one noticed it.

"I've been busy all night. You have class tomorrow. If you're late, Mr. Zhang might beat you." Shen Qingchuan said with a smile.

Although Zhang Mingzun is a little old man with a weird temper, he doesn't get along well with other people and often offends others, but he is knowledgeable and has always been known as a mobile library. He compiled and contributed the publications and materials of Xiling Newspaper by himself. Two out of ten, and most of them are because there are no manuscript materials on the market.

When it was delivered, there was a large stack of newspapers for the materials, and the bundled waste newspapers that seemed to be sold were thrown directly on the table, and said to Shen Qingchuan arrogantly, "I'll give mine, you don't care about me."

Shen Qingchuan bowed his hands to express his thanks on the spot, knowing that the materials Zhang Mingzun sent up represented his own, which was different from the ones sent by Cornell University.

"It's raining tomorrow, Mr. Zhang won't come." Leng Qiudu brought a chair and sat next to Shen Qingchuan.

Picking up a pen and starting to sort out the materials, Shen Qingchuan looked at him and smiled, then followed him and continued to sort out the materials at hand.

It is dark outside the window, and the autumn wind is lonely.

In the dark room, there is only one bright light left.

The tip of the pen rubs against the paper, making a rustling sound, and the tea on the table is still steaming hot, the fragrance of the tea is overflowing, and the milky white smoke rises and gradually disappears under the light.

The light elongates the shadows of the two, and the shadows are printed on the wall, stacked together, like two people cuddling each other.

Time is like still water flowing slowly, I don't know how long it has passed, Leng Qiudu finished sorting out the pile of materials, put down his pen, and stopped.

Tilting his head, he was about to tell Shen Qingchuan that he had finished tidying up, but the words stopped on the side of his lips.

The Qingjuan young man was lying on the desk, probably because he was too sleepy, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The face is like white jade, the long and dense eyelashes cast two light shadows, like butterfly wings resting, it seems that all the dense and long feelings in the world are contained, in the eyebrows like Yuanshandai, the nose is straight and delicate.

Down below are petals like amorous crabapple, red but not thin lips.

Even in the cold autumn and winter, when he smiles, he can regain his gentle and fiery youthful look.

Let the ruthless person also pull out a trace of loneliness and sorrow for no reason in his life.

The sleeping face is very peaceful, probably dreaming that the years are quiet and good, and all the gentleness is trying to imitate half of his appearance.

The dark light in Leng Qiudu's eyes was like a gust of wind, like a shower, with indescribable throbbing and uncontrollable pain.

Qiu Feng can kiss him, Leng Yu can kiss him, all ordinary women in the world can kiss Shen Qingchuan, and they are all right and proper.

Only he can't, he's not qualified, being able to be friends with Shen Qingchuan is already the greatest luxury in this life.

Leng Qiudu's fingers gently pushed aside the broken hair hanging beside Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes, not daring to touch an inch of skin.

He didn't dare to kiss, but his eyes couldn't help it, like moths, they lightly landed on Shen Qingchuan's quietly closed eyebrows, eyelashes, nose bridge, lips...

Instinctive like a moth to a flame, as long as Shen Qingchuan is around, his gaze is like a moth following the flame, regardless of himself.

Even if his wings are turned into ashes, he will have no fear or regret, even if his body is smashed to pieces.

But Leng Qiudu also deeply understood that the gap between him and Shen Qingchuan would not be able to fill the huge gap even if he died as dust.

After all, there are clouds and mud between them, and Shen Qingchuan is a tall white cloud that he can't touch.

The wind can support migratory birds to fly, but his liking will become the shot shackles that hinder Shen Qingchuan from flying.

Leng Qiudu sighed softly, like a wave gently slapping on the shore, covered Shen Qingchuan's shoulders with his jacket, picked him up lightly, and planned to send him to the bed in the next room, so that he could take care of himself. rest.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao saw that the lights in the aisle on the second floor were still on, and knew that Shen Qingchuan was working late, and knew that she couldn't persuade him.

But the weather has been getting colder and colder recently, thinking that Shen Qingchuan was sick some time ago and didn't take good care of him, and when it was windy, he would cough uncontrollably, so he thought of getting a blanket for Shen Qingchuan to wear.

I didn't expect to see this extremely dazzling scene when I came here.

Leng Qiudu picked up Shen Qingchuan and got up, walked two steps, and saw Zhuang Xiaoxiao at the door with a small camel-colored blanket in his arms.

I don't know how long she stood there and what she saw.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao took a step forward with her right foot, just about to speak, but hesitated, "I..."

Leng Qiudu shook his head lightly at her, signaling her to keep quiet.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao stepped aside to get out of the aisle, and looked at the back of Shen Qingchuan who was falling asleep in Leng Qiudu's arms, her mood suddenly became very complicated, as if she had overturned oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. Can't feel what it's like.

The cubicle is not big, there is only a bed and a small wardrobe, and adults can walk to the end in three steps.

The bright moonlight casts from the glass of the lattice window and falls on the gray-green bed, plain and simple.

Leng Qiudu gently put Shen Qingchuan on the bed, took off his shoes and socks, and then took off his coat, his movements were very gentle.

When he was about to tuck in the quilt, Shen Qingchuan opened his eyes in a daze, he was really sleepy, grabbed Leng Qiudu's wrist and said, "Don't mess with it, go to sleep."

Leng Qiudu stopped tucking the quilt, and the light in the cubicle was not turned on, so he couldn't see what his expression was, but he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Gently patted the back of Shen Qingchuan's hand, and his voice was a little lower than usual, a little softer, in a tone as if to lull him to sleep, "Go to sleep."

Shen Qingchuan's hand relaxed, Leng Qiudu slowly pulled out his wrist, stood up, and pulled the curtains before going out.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao was still standing where she was, and did not leave. When she saw Leng Qiudu approaching, she said aloud, "Is he asleep?"

"Sleeping." Leng Qiudu replied.

"Is the window closed? He has been coughing due to the wind recently." Zhuang Xiaoxiao asked again.

"It's closed." Leng Qiudu said aloud.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao paused, took a deep breath, seemed to have finally made a decision, and said, "You can't..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Leng Qiudu's cold words.

"I know."

"He and I are just friends." Leng Qiudu said quietly looking at Zhuang Xiaoxiao, trying to tell her that what he said was serious.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao's eyes on Leng Qiudu were stunned, because those eyes seemed to be filled with the dead silence like a shattered dream, painful and sad, like a cluster of hot flames, which was forcibly destroyed by him.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, and her face was also covered with a layer of sadness, like a lily under the autumn rain, she knew her own suffering, she lowered her head and said softly, "It's good that you know."

He is like the moon, but it makes people panic and timid.

Wearing a moonlight, smiling slightly, is like a dream, and the beauty added by others turns into a gust of wind. If you can't dream of a gust of wind, you can't blow away a dream.

Even so, she longed for his well-being.

No one can bother him, even someone who is secretly in love with her.

That night, Zhuang Xiaoxiao didn't sleep, counting how many rays of moonlight fell on the pillow, while Leng Qiudu sat at the desk on the second floor with a pen in his hand, but he didn't write a word, just sat quietly like that, the sky light faint.

The author has something to say: I was very happy when I saw a complimenting message, but when I saw the location of the message, my heart skipped a beat, and I checked 0%.

Really thank you for your love, like ice water pouring out the enthusiasm for creation

I have always known that the data is inflated, only 1000 people are watching for 50 receipts, that’s the ratio

Reading the pirated text, I opened my eyes and closed my eyes, and continued to code for my little angel I like. I will finish this book soon, and it will be sweeter if I am happier.

If someone from other websites sees this passage!

Goodbye to you, son of a bitch!I don't ask you to do anything, hide in the dark, continue to suck blood, keep silent, and don't appear in the same comment area as my favorite little angel.

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small theater:

Classmate Leng: When you meet someone for the first time, when you have a premonition of parting and feel a dull pain in your heart, then you have already fallen.

Ms. Zhuang: You can’t meet someone who is too amazing, otherwise the rest of your life will be boring

感谢在2021-02-1718:24:25~2021-02-1923:34:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 in the evening;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: unique, 1 crisp horn Miao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!