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The library of University A is considered to be a relatively famous scenic spot in Xia City.

In front of this elegant and unsophisticated huge building, there is an open square, facing the sparkling lake across the sidewalk and lawn.

The rich collection of books in the library has attracted many students who want to learn, and the blooming flowers and evergreen shrubs outside the library have also attracted many people to stop here.

During the day, there are always many people in the library, whether outside or inside the library.

Lin Yunqing is not used to being in the crowd, even in the library.

The teaching area is not far from the library. On the days when there are classes in the morning, he will get up more than an hour earlier, find a secluded corner on the lawn in front of the library, and study alone.

It was just dawn, dewdrops were still hanging on the luxuriant leaves and lawn, and there were few pedestrians on the road.The chirping of birds on the branches seems to welcome the arrival of a new day.

It was clearly a sweet and crisp bird song, but it seemed extremely unpleasant to Wen Zhuo's ears, and it poured into his ears one after another, which made him feel agitated.

He got up from the chair, and there were rows of orderly and dense codes on the lit computer screen behind him. He went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.

The cold water flowed down his throat, but it didn't calm the restlessness in his heart.

This time the competition was not easy, No.1 and No.2 were very tight, their team just submitted a code, no accident, when the list is refreshed, they will return to No.1.

There are still 5 days left in the competition and the rankings will be closed. They need to stabilize their rankings and achieve high scores to distance themselves from No.2.

The phone screen on the table lit up again.

Wen Zhuo glanced at it, it was grandma's call.

Grandpa entered the ICU ward last month, where he was dying with various medical devices and drugs.

This old man who has been domineering all his life has not been sincerely loved by any younger generation.Now everyone is facing the tribe and the media, scrambling to express the so-called deep feelings with grandpa.

Since he was five years old, Wen Zhuo hadn't seen his parents get together again, and he couldn't get a few phone calls from these two people to greet him a year.

During this month, calls from parents and relatives who have a little relationship came in one after another.

Not only because he is the only grandchild raised by his grandfather, but also because of the huge unexplainable inheritance.

The elderly get up early, and this time period is the time period when grandma and other uncles and aunts call.

Wen Zhuo walked over and threw the phone on the sofa, out of sight.

His eyes were dry and sore from staring at the computer screen all night, he should go to sleep.But the irritability he had accumulated all night seemed to remain in the dark room, and the air became oppressive.

A beam of light leaked from the undrawn curtain, and he subconsciously walked towards the light source.

Pulling back the thick curtains, pushing open the floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Zhuo leaned against the railing of the balcony.

It was daylight.He looked into the distance. This residence was a gift from his grandfather to the university, and it was just across the road from University A.

In front of the luxuriant trees is the administrative building, no one is at work yet, only the sound of fallen leaves being blown by the breeze.

Further on was the library, a place he didn't like.Usually, apart from the dining hall, this place is the most crowded.The dining hall is only crowded during meals, and the library is full of people coming and going from morning till night.

Fortunately, at this time, the library is still empty, and the scenery is not bad.

It is already autumn, and there are many trees in the school, and there are many fallen leaves. Over the course of the night, yellow, brown, and brown dead leaves fell all over the ground.

Wen Zhuo looked at it for a while, until the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. It is estimated that the library has already opened, and the sparse pedestrians seemed to flow into the sea of ​​the library.

He suddenly felt meaningless again.

It's just that among these moving pedestrians, there seems to be a person whose trajectory is a bit special.

The person in the loose pink T-shirt was walking towards him, getting closer to the administrative building and farther away from the library.

On the left side of the administrative building is the wall, and there is a bench under the wall, and he sat down.

It was a boy, and his warm eyes rested on the pale pink T-shirt.

The boy's skin is fair and pale, and the light pink color on him doesn't look strange, but it brings out a kind of tenderness that touches the heart.

Suddenly, the boy tilted his head, as if he had noticed something, he got up, then squatted down again, and looked under the bench.

Wen Zhuo's gaze followed his movements, but at the balcony, he saw something under the chair.

He blinked his eyes, carefully reached in, and then squeezed a dead leaf out.

"Meow~" A raccoon cat came out, with a small leaf on its head, looked up at him, and then said "meow~".

The boy's eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled slowly, reaching out to remove the dead leaves from Mao Mao's head.

The sun shines through the gaps between the trees, like fine golden light, sprinkled on the white skin, and the smile seems to be warmed by the sun.

Wen Zhuo rested his chin, his eyes smiled slightly, and the restlessness in his heart seemed to dissipate a little.

What's his name?Wen Zhuo looked at the back of the boy leaving, and the smiling face appeared in his mind.

Lin Yunqing.In just a few seconds, with his excellent memory, he successfully searched for the corresponding name from some details.

I began to notice that there was such a person, and it seemed that everything related to him was everywhere in my life.

Occasionally in the cafeteria, he could see the figure that attracted many people's attention, and then his own gaze followed.

Even when I return to the dormitory once in a while, I can hear the noisy discussions of my roommates.

"Oh, girls nowadays don't like cool guys like me, but like Lin Yunqing's gentle style?"

"It's not a matter of being cool or not. If Lin Yunqing is a cool man, then people will also like him. It's a matter of face, do you understand?"

……

"Student Lin is indeed outstanding, the first grade in his major is nothing to say, he is a role model for my generation."

……

"His life experience seems to be quite miserable, he is an orphan, but he is also very powerful..."

"Probably the legendary beauty and misery."

……

And on the podium, that was the only direct contact they had.

Wen Zhuo sat on the edge of the bed, stretching out his hand to gently wrap around Lin Yunqing's slender waist.

The pale pink T-shirt he bought was used by Lin Yunqing as pajamas, with a loose round neckline revealing a delicate collarbone.

The moonlight fell on Lin Yunqing's face through the window glass, just like the sunlight that fell that day.

Every moment is tugging at his heartstrings.

Wen Zhuo raised his hand and caressed his forehead. His body temperature was normal, but he didn't withdraw his hand. Instead, he used his nails to brush Lin Yunqing's hair covering his cheek.Lin Yunqing's hair was a little long, hanging down to her neck, and a few strands were accidentally pinched between her lips.

He moved cautiously, but he could not help but startle the sleeping person.

"Hmm—" Lin Yunqing frowned and murmured in a low nasal voice, as if she was acting like a spoiled child.He opened his eyes slightly in a daze, and felt that it was warm in a blur of consciousness, so he closed his eyes with confidence, and pushed away the hands that were on his face.

Maybe it's because the feeling of sleeping in Wen Zhuo's arms during the day is so nostalgic. After pushing away the hands that were playing tricks on her face, Lin Yunqing moved to the side of the bed, put her hands around his waist, and put her head lightly on his. on the legs.

Wen Zhuo was caught off guard by his reaction, and shook his head helplessly, probably because he fell asleep, and when he woke up the next day, he would definitely have to sue him.

Even so, Wen Zhuo still lay down on the bed, hugged him into his arms, and let's talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow.

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