I Am the President of the University

When they approached the school gate, Qian Jiahui watched Chen Hao standing there, and trotted quickly.

Like a tornado, it quickly 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 this sentence, Chen Hao thought of Ponyo's appearance running towards Sosuke, and couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you smiling so happily?" Qian Jiahui took a breath and looked at him.

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

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

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

"You're so stupid!" Qian Jiahui's pink mouth pouted as if wronged, her face parted, and she seemed a little angry.

In the evening, the brilliance of the dim yellow sprinkled on Qian Jiahui's face, and the delicate facial features seemed to have no dead ends, and they looked good from any angle. Especially the way she is angry now, she looks extra cute.

Chen Hao watched quietly, his eyes gradually softened.

I thought to myself, sure enough, the good-looking sister is still more fragrant than the code.

Seemingly sensing Chen Hao's gaze, a red cloud flew up Jiahui's cheek.

She kicked her right foot and shouted in a tone that seemed angry and almost coquettish: "Let's go, why are you still standing stupidly!"

Saying that, he walked forward alone, but after taking a few quick steps, his pace slowed down, for fear that Chen Hao would not keep up.

"Woman, it's even more outrageous than the typhoon on Lu Island. How can you turn your face and turn your face?" Chen Hao sighed and followed with his feet very honestly.

The two walked side by side, and the students who passed by couldn't help but cast lemon-flavored glances. It's outrageous for a man to be so handsome, and a woman to be so good-looking!

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

"It's alright, I know that there are so many school affairs, of course, being the principal is busy. Grandpa used to be busy until late at night." Walking on the road, Qian Jiahui shook her head and didn't mind at all.

Just after he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something. He frowned and turned his head, looking like he was fierce, "But you are busy, 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 this pile, Chen Hao's head buzzed, and he coughed quickly: "Cough, shall we go to Zhongshan Road or SM Plaza now?"

"Let's go to Zhongshan Road. My roommate said that there is a good shop in Chinatown, and you can go shopping after eating." Speaking of this, Qian Jiahui paused.

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

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

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

Dongmen Bookstore is a small bookstore located on the East Gate Outer Street of Ludao University. The words "Dongmen Bookstore" are also written on the signboard. The area is not large, only more than 30 square meters.

The bookstore seemed to be closed at the moment, with a U-shaped lock tied 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, the layout inside can be barely seen.

At this moment, there are several men and women standing in front of the East Gate Bookstore, and they are not too young, about thirty or forty.

On the contrary, there were young students walking by talking and laughing on the side of the road, and they swept away such a simple shop.

Seeing Chen Hao and Qian Jiahui approaching, the couples 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 door handle of the bookstore, and the paper was full of words.

The handwriting is slightly scribbled, but it can be seen that the author wrote it carefully.

"Letter to the readers: In the autumn of Jihai, because of the nearly sixty-sixties, there are many worries about winning, but Nai Hezi will not undertake the business, and will not find a new location after an accident.

Accompanying the sages (books) and readers for more than 30 years, they have benefited a lot. It is a great blessing in life for a mortal to be a favorite and to be able to settle down. "

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

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

"Lao Fan's bookstore has been open for more than 30 years. When I was in middle school, I used to come to Lao Fan to read books. When I saw the meal, I would leave when my stomach was groaning. Fan is very good, the store will always keep several umbrellas, and every time they will lend them to students who are sheltering 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 also feel a little sadness.

This can't help but remind him of when he was in high school, he bought a copy of "Youth Digest" at the book stand, and when he paid for it, he didn't want it when he saw that the date was not the latest issue. The boss, who doesn't have much hair and wears heavy reading glasses, said, "Knowledge and culture are accumulated and will not expire."

The book is long gone, but this memory and the boss's words have survived.

Turning his head to see the tears flowing from the corners of Qian Jiahui's eyes, Chen Hao stretched out his hands and gently wiped the other's tears, looking at each other tenderly, "Although Lao Fan left, he did not leave with regret. It is a blessing to do a job you like for more than ten years, you should be happy for Lao Fan."

"You are an engineering man, how can you speak so well?" Qian Jiahui raised her head and looked at Chen Hao.

Women's focus is really different...

"Okay, then I'll say something about what engineering men should say. In the information age, it's normal for the real economy to be hit. Bookstores and bookstores like this will only close down more, and maybe only the library and Xinhua Bookstore will be left behind, and... …”

Chen Hao only said halfway, and felt a few hits on his chest.

"I hate it! Humph!"

"Are you hungry? Is it delicious to go to Zhongshan Road?"

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

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

When a time-honored bookstore closed, many passersby didn't understand why anyone was sad. Because everyone's experience is different, it's hard to empathize.

Flowers have a re-opening day, and people are no longer young.

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

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

Qian Jiahui was walking and suddenly asked, "Is it tomorrow's plane?"

"Yes, flying to San Francisco tomorrow at 3 pm."

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

"Other people may want to consider it, but you... do you need to say the answer?"

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

...

ps: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

The heroine won't have too many scenes, don't worry, she only appears occasionally. After all, you always say that emotional dramas are not well written, crying, chirp o (╥﹏╥)o

ps2: The East Gate Bookstore is quoted from reality. It was I swiped on Douyin this morning until the East Gate Bookstore of Beijing Normal University was closed. I wrote it with emotion. Maybe Wen Qing has an attack, pay attention next time.