I Am the President of the University

When approaching the school gate, Qian Jiahui watched Chen Hao's figure standing there, and trot quickly.

It was like a tornado, and soon appeared in front of Chen Hao.

And Chen Hao suddenly thought of a sentence, "If I go to see you, I will use it to run."

But because of these words, Chen Hao couldn't help smiling when thinking of Po Niu running towards Zongjie.

"Think of smiling so happy?" Qian Jiahui took a sigh of relief and looked at him.

"Just the way you just ran over, I think of Hayao Miyazaki's cartoon "Goldfish on the Cliff", do you look like that Ponyo?" Chen Hao said with a smile.

"Are you saying that I'm cute or stupid like Ponyo?" Qian Jiahui's cheeks bulged on both sides, and if you answer the latter, I want you to look good.

"Didn't you say all this? Of course it is the latter." Chen Hao raised his eyebrows and replied earnestly.

"You are stupid!" Qian Jiahui's pink mouth pursed in a grievance, and his face seemed a little angry when he said goodbye.

In the evening, the faint light gleamed on Qian Jiahui's face. The delicate facial features didn't seem to have any dead ends, and they looked good when viewed from any angle. Especially when she is angry now, she looks very cute.

Chen Hao watched quietly, his eyes gradually softened.

I thought to myself that my beautiful sister is still a bit more fragrant than the code.

As if sensing Chen Hao's gaze, a red cloud flew onto Jiahui's cheek.

She kicked her right foot and shouted in a tone that seemed to be angry and almost coquettish: "Go, why are you standing stupidly!"

As he said, he walked forward alone, but after a few quick steps, his pace slowed down, for fear that Chen Hao would not follow.

"Woman, it's more outrageous than the typhoon on Ludao, how can you turn your face?" Chen Hao sighed, and followed his feet honestly.

The two walked side by side, and the students passing by couldn't help but cast their lemony gazes. Even if a man is so handsome, it would be outrageous for a woman to be so good-looking!

"I've been busy these days, I'm really embarrassed." Chen Hao felt a little guilty when he remembered that Jiahui had been busy recently.

"It's okay, I know that there are so many school affairs, of course, when the principal is busy, grandpa used to be busy until the evening." Walking on the road, Qian Jiahui shook his head, not minding.

Just after speaking, I seemed to think of something, frowned, turned my head, and looked like a violent milk, "But you must not stay up late! Staying up late hurts the body, the body is the capital of the revolution, and Drink plenty of water, at least 8 glasses a day, and..."

Hearing that there is still this pile of things, Chen Hao's head buzzed, and he coughed quickly: "Ahem, should we go to Zhongshan Road or sm square now?"

"Go to Zhongshan Road, my roommate said that there is a nice store in Chinatown, and you can go shopping after eating." Speaking of this, Qian Jiahui paused and stopped.

Chen Hao stopped and looked at Qian Jiahui, "What's wrong? Did you forget to bring something?"

Qian Jiahui shook her head, suddenly feeling a little low, and bit her lip lightly, "Chen Hao, can you accompany me to the next bookstore first?"

Seeing the other person's eyes were reddening, Chen Hao didn't ask anything, but said softly: "Okay, I'll accompany you wherever you want to go."

Dongmen Bookstore is a small bookstore located on the street outside the east gate of Ludao University. The four words "Dongmen Bookstore" are also written on the sign. The area is not large, only more than 30 square meters.

At this moment the bookstore seems to have closed, and a U-shaped lock is attached to the glass door handle.

The glass door has a sense of age and is slightly yellowed, but the surface is clean and there is no dust. With the help of street lights, it is barely possible to see the layout inside.

At this moment, there are a few men and women standing in front of the Dongmen Bookstore, their ages seem to be not young, about thirty or forty.

On the side of the road, there are young students who walked by talking and laughing, and they just swept past this kind of simple shop.

Seeing Chen Hao and Qian Jiahui approaching, the couple of young men and women stepped aside.

When I walked to the door of the bookstore, I noticed that there was a piece of paper on the glass on the right side of the doorknob of the bookstore, and the paper was full of words.

The handwriting is a bit scribbled, but it can be seen that the author wrote carefully one by one.

"Letter to the reader: Jihaiqiu, because of nearly sixty sixties, we are worried about winning the weak, but the son will not take up the business, and the store will be closed immediately, and the rest of the year will be closed without the accident.

With the help of sages (books) and readers for more than 30 years, I have benefited a lot. It is a great blessing in life for a group of dust people to love and be able to settle down. "

The bookstore is farther away, and the memory will last forever. May the culture flourish and people can be peaceful. "

"Lao Fan's bookstore is going to be gone." Qian Jiahui's eyes were red, and there seemed to be something fluttering in his eyes.

"Lao Fan's bookstore has been open for more than 30 years. When I was in middle school, I often came to Lao Fan to read books. I would leave after I had a meal and I would come back and read it again. Fans are very good, and there are always a few umbrellas in the store, and every time they lend them to students hiding from the rain..."

Listening to Jiahui's voice, Chen Hao looked at the message in front of him. Although he didn't understand the romance of liberal arts students, he could still feel a bit of sadness.

This reminded him of when he was in high school, he bought a copy of "Youth Digest" on the bookstand, and when he paid the money, he didn't want it when he saw that the date was not the latest issue. The boss has little hair and wears heavy reading glasses and said, "Knowledge and culture are accumulated and will not expire."

The book is long gone, but this memory and the boss’s words have been preserved.

Turning his head and watching the tears flowing down Qian Jiahui’s eyes, Chen Hao stretched out his hands, gently wiped the tears of the other party, and looked at the other side tenderly, “Although Lao Fan is gone, he did not leave with regret. It is a blessing to do what you like for more than ten years. You should be happy for Lao Fan."

"You are an engineering man, why can you talk like this?" Qian Jiahui looked up and looked at Chen Hao.

Women's concerns are really different...

"Okay, let me say something that engineering men should say. In the information age, it is normal for the real economy to be hit. Bookstores and bookstands like this will only close down more. Maybe only the library and Xinhua Bookstore will be left behind~www. novelmtl.com~ and..."

Chen Hao was only halfway through, and he felt a few blows in the chest.

"I hate it! Humph!"

"Are you hungry? Go to Zhongshan Road to eat delicious food?"

"Eat! I want to eat poor you, the big capitalist, on behalf of the proletariat!"

The two left Dongmen Bookstore with joy and laughter all the way, and walked towards Zhongshan Road.

When a time-honored bookstore closed, many passers-by did not understand why some people felt sad. Because everyone's experience is different, it is difficult to empathize.

There will be a day when flowers bloom, and people will never be young again.

Maybe their meeting started in this bookstore, maybe their first date was in this bookstore, maybe...too many, who knows?

Walking up the Zhongshan Road Pedestrian Street, on both sides are buildings with the appearance of the Republic of China, and the road below is full of people.

As Qian Jiahui walked, she suddenly asked, "Is it tomorrow's plane?"

"Yes, fly to San Francisco at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Then I... can I go to the airport to see you off?"

"Others may want to consider sending it, but you...doesn't the answer still need to be said?"

Qian Jiahui's eyebrows were crooked, and there seemed to be stars shining in her eyes.

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ps: Ask for recommended tickets, ask for monthly tickets!

The heroine won't have too many roles, don't worry, only occasionally. After all, the emotional drama is not well written by you all the time, crying and crying o (╥﹏╥)o

ps2: Dongmen Bookstore is quoted from reality. I used the vibrato brush to close the store at the Dongmen Bookstore of Beijing Normal University this morning.