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Chapter 86: A rare encounter in ten years, a once-in-a-decade encounter

He closed his umbrella and placed it at the door, soaking in the cold outside. Water droplets dripped along the boy's white finger bones. The light shone on the bridge of his tall nose, making him mysterious and lonely.

A pair of eyes are like the purest black quiet lake in the world.

"Brother Yan, did you find it? Did you leave the bookstore?" The person on the phone shouted, the background sound was very chaotic.

The light in the bookstore was dim, Song Yanqing searched around patiently, held the phone in one hand, and spoke amidst the sound of rain, with a icy voice: "Don't wait for me, you eat first."

"How can I do that! It's no fun if you don't come!"

In the dead of night, the bookstore was quiet. There was a girl lying on her stomach in front of the cash register, her face buried in her arms, her slender body undulating slightly with her breathing. A large gray sweater was about to cover her in the scholarly world.

Song Yanqing took a look, raised his foot and walked over. Just as he was about to knock on the table with his fingers to ask, the other end of the phone shouted: "Brother Yan! Someone brought it over for you!"

Song Yanqing paused and retracted his hand, not disturbing the sleeping girl. Thinking of something, he took out a borrowed book from his shoulder bag and put it on the table.

He picked up the carbon pen on the table and wrote the date of return behind the previously filled debit information. He was tall, and when standing and writing, he lowered his waist slightly, and the knuckles of his fingers would protrude from the thin and strong arc due to the force. Clear veins.

The rustling sound of the nib rubbing against the paper was superimposed on the girl's long breathing, making it the only sound in the bookstore.

Song Yanqing stood next to her and finished writing quickly, with sharp and sloppy handwriting.

He turned and left, took the umbrella, and walked into the rain screen with a straight back.

The lights in the bookstore were still on softly.

Not long after Song Yanqing left, Cheng Xuran woke up from a sleepy state, her head was still a little confused, and there was a vague fragrance in her breath, which was cold and refreshing, like soda with an octave of ice.

Gradually focusing her sight, she saw a book quietly placed beside her.

"Red and Black"

Cheng Xuran was pleasantly surprised for a moment. There was only one copy of this book left in the bookstore. Cheng Xuran wanted to read it, but it was borrowed not long ago, so she had to wait. Unexpectedly, it was returned today.

She subconsciously glanced at the borrowing information.

The cold wind blowing in ruffled the paper, and the handwriting penetrated the back of the paper, free and unrestrained——

Song Yanqing.

Borrowed on June 29th.

On the information on the date of return later, the handwriting is not yet dry. Obviously, the person has just left not long ago, July [-]th.

It's still raining.

Cheng Xuran wrote the new borrowing information on the next line, with graceful handwriting, stroke by stroke, held the umbrella and left the bookstore holding the red and black book, turning off the lights before leaving.

The story started when she picked up his ID photo.

And their first real meeting was...

Ten years seems to have passed the accelerator, everyone is changing, the trajectory of fate is moving forward, and life is no longer intertwined. When the birds fly to the distance, the leaves turn yellow and fall, from Yuncheng to Nanqiao, it is long ago that we will not be able to return to the beginning.

Cheng Xuran, 25 years old, is gentle and generous, calm and resolute.

Song Yanqing, 25 years old, is full of spirit and outstanding.

They reprimand Fang Qiu in their respective fields, but they always run in the opposite direction.

Even if the two lines intersect briefly, they still cannot escape the fate of crossing.

Those who thought they had forgotten, but still clearly remember every detail of the past.

Moonlight shines in from the corner of the curtain, telling the night...

Once in ten years, once in ten years.

Cheng Xu then woke up from her dream in the middle of the night. Unknowingly, her face was filled with tears. The tissues on the bedside table were wet with tears. She found that her phone was still on.

Shows that a call is in progress.

The voice of the mouth has long been hoarse, broken into an army.

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