Dust sleeps in light years

Chapter 27

"I remember that day, who came in... Let me think about it... I only remember the uncle who delivered the bottled water. In fact, sometimes people come in the dormitory without me noticing. Also, I take a nap at noon, maybe Someone came in at that time, I'm not sure."

"Okay. Thank you anyway." Umi didn't seem to give any effective information, but Qiuhe learned much more than expected——Umi is not as simple as it seems on the surface, she is hiding the truth for someone.Although Zeng Ye died of sudden violence, she left with a secret.

Compared with the content of Umi's answer, Qiu He paid more attention to the nearly ten seconds of her thinking while making a "huh" sound after listening to the question.If she really "never listens to calls," what else does she need to think about?

On the question of "Who has entered the dormitory?", her answer was also vague. In order to confuse people's thinking, she deliberately fabricated that the uncle who delivered the water had been there.And Qiuhe clearly remembered that when Chen Yan came to the dormitory to borrow water that night, Xue Tao asked her to use boiled water, because "the cold water is not fresh, and it was changed before the long holiday."Although Xue Tao was not in the dormitory during the day, he might not know that the water had been changed, but Qiu He also glanced at the water dispenser when he heard her say it.Xue Tao, Qiu He, and Chen Yan couldn't even tell the difference between a bucket full of brand new water and a bucket of old water that was running low at the same time.Of course, Umi may also have misremembered the date.Qiu He felt that no matter whether Wu Mi concealed it deliberately or accidentally made a mistake, she had to figure out who the person Zeng Ye was talking on the phone with.

The answer lies in the Psychological Research Center, but there are more than [-] staff members and interns in the research center, and there are countless patients and consultants.Based on my current relationship with Professor Lu, it's hard to find anything.

Qiu He called Professor Lu and told him that he had been successfully recommended to graduate students from other schools. Although the magazine stopped publishing and did not use the psychological test column, he was idle anyway. He was willing to help his son with tutoring every week before graduation. math.The professor was naturally overjoyed.

After finishing this beginning, she temporarily breathed a sigh of relief. Looking around, the class bell had already rang, and there were very few students in the courtyard.

Because she felt very tired, she lay on her side on the chair with her arms on her head, and the world crossed in her vision, and it became blurred after a while. Everything was warm in a blurred soft light, which looked so beautiful.The campus lovers leaned on each other and sat on the opposite bench. A little farther away, the members of the guitar club sat on the lawn, plucking incoherent but clear strings. Behind them were two thick ginkgo trees. A gust of wind However, the leaves made a rustling sound, and the sun hat of a little girl from the guitar club was blown into a somersault, and finally swayed up and hung on a branch that was not too high or low. She chased it and jumped several times, without even touching the edge of the hat The action is as exaggerated and funny as Chaplin in a black and white silent film.

Qiuhe laughed silently, and everyone in the guitar club also laughed.

A boy put down his guitar, stood up and patted the grass clippings on his pants, walked straight over, tiptoed, and easily took off the hat and handed it back to the girl.

So far in this vignette there are no details worth mentioning.But when the boy was about to sit back to his original position, his movements suddenly stopped.Qiu He glanced at the boy who was standing upright and facing him inexplicably, and unexpectedly found that he was looking at him, and at this moment the boy's face suddenly changed into Ye Xuan's face.Realizing what scene this was, Qiu He shuddered, and cold sweat broke out from every pore on his body.

She got up from the chair, and the color tone darkened several shades in an instant. The warm afternoon sun in her dream had turned into a crimson sunset, and in the similar venue in front of her, there was no guitar club, no couples, no The little girl, and there is no boy, only two ginkgo trees, the leaves are swaying in the gentle breeze.

The wind chilled down her spine.

——I dreamed that you were sitting on a wooden chair in the open space between the second and third religions, and there was a girl whose hat was blown to a tree by the wind, and she couldn't hold it by jumping and jumping there, it was quite funny , You just laughed out loud like a silly elder sister.

——I study by myself on the first floor of the Fourth Teaching.See you from the window.

——This dream means that I like you.

Qiuhe stood up, his legs a little sore.She ran straight to the direction of the Fourth Teaching, looking into the classroom from window to window.Ye Xuan is not there.How could it be there?At last she felt that she was really ridiculous.

Looking back, I saw that there was indeed a white thing on the branch where the hat was hanging in the dream. When I got closer, I saw it clearly, but it was just a plastic bag.

Dreams and reality—where do they blur the lines?Or maybe they have no boundaries at all.

[Eight]
As soon as Qiu He stepped into the dormitory building, he was stopped by the building chief. "Qiu He, I have your courier. The courier called your phone and found it was down. I think it's very important, so I will collect it for you." "Shutdown?" Qiu He took out his phone and looked. There is only one, the notice "Your call bill is less than 10 yuan" sent by China Mobile, it seems that it is indeed arrears after calling for too long in the afternoon.She thanked the building director, picked up the courier - guaranteed to send a reply to the master's admission confirmation letter, and bought three 100-yuan mobile recharge cards from the building director, so as to avoid the sudden arrears of the mobile phone.

The building manager began to register the serial number of the 100 yuan bills just received in the notebook, and Qiu He, who was staying in front of the window of the duty room, had a sudden idea: "Building manager, I applied for changing the dormitory at that time... you still keep it, right?" ?”

The building chief glanced at her from the top of the reading glasses: "Of course I keep it." "Huh?" Qiu He looked happy and grabbed the building chief's arm excitedly, "Can you give it to me?" "For what?" "That... In fact, I didn't write the application myself, I don't know who submitted it for me, I want to take a look, maybe I can guess who I know based on the handwriting."

The building manager put down his pen, took off his glasses, took out his keys and rummaged in the cabinet behind him: "So don't look down on us old people all the time. Everything is neatly packed and never thrown around. Maybe someday it will be delivered. Useful. Look at your dormitory, it’s in such a mess, how can you live well, either you can’t find this one today, or you can’t find that one tomorrow. I sit here every day and watch the girls of this class coming in and out It’s been ten years since I was born, and the young people of today...look very smart, but they can’t do things as well as the young people in the past...Here, look, it’s well preserved.” The building manager turned and sat back In front of the window, he took out the piece of paper from a kraft paper folder, "You can't see the handwriting anymore, it was printed by a computer. People nowadays can't write, and they use computers for everything. Let me tell you... this computer is good. There are also disadvantages, look, how impersonal it is."

"Building Chief, can you give me this?" Qiu He took the piece of paper, "If you want to save the materials, you should also save my own application form, right? I'll write another copy for you." The building chief thought about it This is not a big problem, and I told her to send it back before the weekend, so she can't forget it.

"I see, thank you very much. Director, can you still remember who gave this to you?"

Faced with the test of memory, it is obvious that the old man is unable to do what he wants.

Although the application form is printed, it is not ordinary printing paper, but a lined paper torn from a notebook, which makes people wonder.Writing the application form by hand in a notebook is random, printing out the application form with a computer is deliberate, and printing it out with a computer but using notebook paper is deliberate and deliberate, which is difficult to explain from a rational point of view.

The habit of choosing words and making sentences is very similar to that of Qiu He, which surprised her a little. It seems that this person knows herself very well.

Other than that, there are no other clues.At this time, the building chief patted Qiu He and pointed behind her: "I'm here to look for you."

Qiu He came back to his senses, raised his head, and saw Ye Xuan walking in through the glass door of the dormitory.Maybe it was because he had troubled the building manager to broadcast too many times before, and the building manager knew who he was coming for just by looking at him.

"Your phone has been shut down." "I just found out." Qiu He raised the recharge card he had just bought in his hand.The boy suggested: "Let's just have dinner together. I'll tell you about the keys in person." Qiu He gathered the courier and the application together and followed him out of the building and into the car.She completed the first half of the action of fastening the seat belt, and Ye Xuan took over and completed the remaining half.

Within a distance of less than thirty centimeters, the boy raised his eyelids and looked at her indifferently: "Did you change your perfume?"

"Ah?" The girl looked blank, "No, no perfume is useful today." The boy is always confident in his sense of smell: "Impossible. Could it be shampoo?" He sniffed a strand of her hair and confirmed No, "Hey—that's strange." Then he took a few pieces of paper from her hand, ruled out the suspicion of the postgraduate admission reply letter and the courier paper bag that contained it, pointed at the application form and said firmly, "That's right. The taste of this."

"You mean—" Qiu He held the paper up to his nose, not smelling anything, "is this scented?"

"Yes." The boy started the car. "What type of fragrance?"

"Sweet... I can't tell what kind of fragrance it is...but... Wumi..." The boy nodded to himself as if confirming.

"Umi?"

"Yes, that's right, Umi was sitting in my car that day, and she was wearing this perfume, which was dozens of times stronger. I still wondered why she sprayed herself into a can of walking air freshener."

Milk bottle perfume, sweet fragrance, Umi has only used this type of fragrance all the time, and she seems to be not very sensitive to smell, so she always sprays too much.But the problem is that Qiu He smelled it repeatedly, but he didn't feel that the paper had any smell. It's been a year, isn't it too weird that the smell is still on the paper?

She was puzzled and looked at Ye Xuan's side face.

(End of this chapter)