Wei Qingfan took out a twenty-dollar bill and pushed it to the librarian together with the fifty-dollar bill that the beautiful girl put on the table. Then he turned to her and sincerely thanked her: "Thank you."
The librarian seemed to know this white, rich and beautiful girl. He showed a rare friendly smile on his face and asked: "Are you a classmate?"
The girl put her wallet back into her schoolbag, nodded, and said nothing.
The administrator quickly handed Wei Qingfan a library card with a dark red cover. His name, gender, and ID number were written on the inside pages, while the photo album column next to it was empty.
The certificate has many pages and is printed with a record form. At this time, only three lines are written on the first page, which are the names, numbers and loan times of the three books.
"You go back and paste the one-inch photo yourself, and I will stamp it for you next time you come. Borrowing books is free for one month, and it is 20 cents a day for more than one month. Don't write or draw, you will be deducted."
I don't know whether it was because he gave money or because he knew the fair and beautiful girl next to him, but the administrator's tone of voice when talking to Wei Qingfan was also much gentler.
Really humane...
Wei Qingfan secretly complained, thanked him, put his ID card and library card in his trouser pocket, picked up the book, and felt a little hesitant, wondering if it would be rude to ask someone's name now.
The Bai Fumei girl also placed two books on the cabinet table. The one on the top was "Disqualification in the World" and the one on the bottom was "Memories of Tao An's Dreams".
She seemed to be aware of Wei Qingfan's hesitation, and looked at him with a pair of clear, pure and bright eyes with a hint of doubt.
"thank you!"
Wei Qingfan thanked him again, turned around and walked out of the library. He didn't ask for his name. He would definitely know it when school started.
The sun was setting in the west, but the heat did not weaken much. He waited on the side of the road for a long time and did not see the bus. Instead, he was sweating from the heat.
Wei Qingfan wiped his sweat, then turned around and saw the fair and beautiful girl just now standing by the library door, standing quietly under the shadow of the pergola of the supermarket next door, and it seemed that she was also waiting for the bus.
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The girl also saw him. The two looked at each other from a distance, one stood and the other stood basking in the sun, and then looked away one after another.
Wei Qingfan didn't go over to enjoy the cool weather, not because it wasn't hot, nor because he was afraid that she would misunderstand that he wanted to strike up a conversation, but if he went over now, wouldn't he admit that he was stupid for sitting here in the sun for a long time?
If you keep standing in the sun, it can also be understood that you are not afraid of the sun, or you are deliberately sunburning... Louis Koo is also the same as Louis Koo if he is tanned!
You've made a fool of yourself, even if it's too hot, you have to keep it in the sun!
After a few more minutes, there was still no sign of the bus. Wei Qingfan wiped his sweat, then turned around and walked under the shade.
The white, rich and beautiful girl looked over here.
Wei Qingfan showed her an awkward yet handsome smile.
The girl still had no expression, she looked away silently and stood quietly.
Wei Qingfan walked past her, took a look at the freezer at the entrance of the supermarket, then raised his head and asked her: "Can you have ice... uh, I'll buy you ice cream to express my gratitude."
He originally wanted to ask the other party if he could eat ice cream, but then he realized that in this era, it was really an unspeakable question for girls of this age, so he quickly changed his mind.
The girl was obviously surprised. She turned to look at him, shook her head, and said in a clear and soft voice, "No need."
"I can afford this."
Wei Qingfan smiled at her and said, "How about I buy you a bottle of water?"
The girl looked at him with her clear and pure eyes, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then whispered: "Let's have ice cream."
"Then take a look, which one do you want to eat?"
Wei Qingfan opened the freezer, and the girl didn't back down anymore. She walked over and took out a piece of "shameless" ice cream from the freezer.
Wei Qingfan also chose the same piece, then closed the freezer and asked the lady boss who was sitting behind the counter staring at the two of them: "Madam boss, how much does it cost?"
"One dollar."
Wei Qingfan walked over and placed a coin on the glass cabinet table. When he came back, he saw Bai Fumei, whose name he still couldn't remember, returning to the wall near the library. He tore off the wrapping paper and held it in his hand.
I took a bite of the ice cream.
He also tore open the wrapping paper, turned around and looked around, and saw a garbage basket placed in front of the supermarket counter, so he stretched out his hand to her and said, "Give it to me."
The other party quickly understood what he meant, and after a slight hesitation, handed him the wrapping paper in his hand.
Wei Qingfan took the wrapping paper and put it into the wastebasket, smiled at the landlady, and returned to the girl again, this time closer to her.
He took a bite of the ice cream, and the taste of low-quality chocolate mixed with sweetness and cold air spread in his mouth, bringing a refreshing feeling of refreshment from the inside out.
Wei Qingfan breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down after eating less than half of it. Seeing that the girl was still slowly eating in small bites, he couldn't help but take another look.
Her face is still childish, but she is really beautiful. Although Wei Qingfan is single, he knows and has met many beautiful girls. She is conservatively estimated to be in the top three among them, and she is probably ranked before Li Wanyi.
Such a beautiful girl is a classmate, how could I not be impressed by her?
That’s outrageous!
Can labor and management even remember the high school class teacher?
The girl noticed his gaze, turned her eyes, and looked at him with clear and pure eyes.
She has a beautiful and refined appearance, but her temperament is rather cold. When alone with boys, she is not shy or embarrassed, and is calm and relaxed.
Any other boys of this age would definitely feel great psychological pressure in front of her.
After all, Wei Qingfan was an old dog soul. He smiled and said: "You have read a lot. At this stage, there are probably not many students who are willing to read classical Chinese, and even fewer are willing to read Zhang Dai. I guess many students are not.
I’ve heard of it.”
There is no "Watching Snow at the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake" in their textbooks, and not many students know the name "Zhang Dai".
The girl's eyes were slightly surprised, but she didn't make a sound. She nodded her head slightly, not sure if it was to express agreement or to hear it. She blinked her long eyelashes twice and continued to take small bites of the ice cream.
Wei Qingfan was not embarrassed and continued: "Zhang Dai's sketches are called one of the best. I also like "Tao An's Dream Memories", especially "Looking at the Snow in the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake" and "West Lake Half July"
Chapter.”
"I didn't like "Night Sailing" very much. I always felt that some of the content was too ridiculous. But then I thought about it. It was just a chat joke, which is similar to drinking and bragging now. There is no need to take it too seriously. After changing my mentality, I quite like it."
The girl was eating ice cream, her long and dense eyelashes blinking from time to time, and she looked like she was listening attentively. When he finished speaking, she still nodded slightly and glanced at the three books in his hand.
Wei Qingfan slightly raised the hand holding the book and smiled at her: "School is about to start, and I found that I haven't studied at all in the first year of high school, so I wanted to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily."
""Historical Records" is just for casual reading. Maybe you can come across one or two classical Chinese articles to read."
The girl's clear and pure eyes looked at him, and she still nodded slightly to show that she heard, but she still didn't speak and had no intention of communicating.
The weather was relatively hot, and the half-eaten ice cream seemed to be melting. She held it in the air with a white palm and continued to eat it at a faster speed.
Wei Qingfan quickly finished his ice cream, held the wooden stick in his hand, and asked her again: "Do you like to watch Osamu Dazai?"
The girl shook her head.
Wei Qingfan hesitated and stared at her for two seconds.
The girl looked questioning again.
Wei Qingfan smiled and said: "There is something I don't know whether I should say."
This is a very old nonsense sentence, but it has both extremely high language art and practical value. It expresses the attitude of "I know I shouldn't say it, but I want to say it" very euphemistically.
Of course, if you say this and then say, "Forget it, I won't say it anymore," then it's purely a case of provocation.
Wei Qingfan was obviously not looking for trouble, so when he saw the other person's questioning look again, he smiled and said: "That book "Disqualification in the World" is not suitable for our current age. If you are interested, it is best to wait until after college.
Look again."
The girl looked at him quietly, blinked twice with her clear and pure eyes, and said softly: "Thank you."
Wei Qingfan smiled and saw that she had also finished eating the ice cream and was about to speak when the girl took out a pack of wet wipes from the side pocket of her backpack, then pulled out two and handed one to him.
"Thanks."
Wei Qingfan reached out to take it, wiped his face and hands, and then saw the other person reaching out again.
The empty palm facing upward is white and delicate, with slender fingers, like a work of art carefully carved by God.
Wei Qingfan was stunned for a moment, and looked into her clear and pure eyes for two seconds, then he laughed dumbly, wrapped the ice cream skewer in the wiped paper towel and put it in her hand.
The girl took them, walked to the supermarket counter and put them into the garbage basket.
"buzz"
"buzz"
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When she turned around and walked back, she heard the sound of her cell phone vibrating, so she reached out and put down her backpack from one shoulder, opened the zipper, took out a silver Motorola cell phone, opened it and connected the call.
In his previous life, Wei Qingfan was a digital enthusiast and an unknown middle-level manager of a well-known mobile phone brand. He had extensive experience in mobile phone products and immediately recognized this phone. It is known as the Motorola V3, one of the most classic flip phones in history.
I couldn't help but take a second look.
The girl put the phone to her ear, said "hmm" and "hmm" twice, then quickly hung up, put away the phone and school bag, and looked at the road ahead.
Wei Qingfan also looked over and saw a white BMW car approaching, followed by the "late-arriving" No. 7 bus.