Rebirth of the Routine King

There was a bookstore near Longhu Park. Wang Yan was too lazy to look for it himself and asked the administrator: "Is there such a thing as One Hundred Years of Solitude?"

Qi Xiuquan prefers this kind of deep and chewy checkered books, such as One Hundred Years of Solitude, Lake Baikal, Mo Yan's Big Breasts and Fat Hips, and even Disqualified in the World. She has read them all, among which One Hundred Years of Solitude is particularly her favorite.

When he returned to the stone bench by the lake, Qi Xiuquan took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bench, like an old monk meditating.

"Don't freeze your feet." Wang Yan said with concern.

"fine."

Qi Xiuquan took the book and started reading from the middle.

"Have you read this book?"

Qi Xiuquan's eyes were still on the books, but Wang Yan was the only one beside her, so she must have been talking to him.

"I have read a little bit, but I don't really like this kind of book." Wang Yan said truthfully.

Qi Xiuquan read softly: "The past is all false, memories are a road with no return, and all past springs cannot be restored. Even the most crazy and tenacious love is, in the final analysis, nothing more than a fleeting reality.

There is eternity in loneliness..."

Wang Yan frowned slightly. If this passage hadn't really come from this book, he would have thought Qi Xiuquan was hinting at something to him.

Qi Xiuquan then read: "The story written has never existed before and will never happen again in the future, because a family destined to spend a hundred years in loneliness will never have a second chance to appear in the world...

"

Wang Yan interrupted softly: "Xiuquan, this book is quite negative. You can just take it as a entertainment, but don't take it seriously."

Qi Xiuquan raised his head and smiled: "I think the writing is very good! Also, don't call me Xiuquan, call me Xiao Qi!"

Wang Yan was startled and secretly kept thinking about what she meant by saying this.

In her last life, she complained to herself more than once. When she was at work, she was always called Xiao Qi by her boss and colleagues. She hated this title. But now, she gave herself the hated title. Wouldn't it mean that she would also become...

Became someone she hated?

Qi Xiuquan added: "I think Xiao Qi is quite kind and sounds better than Xiao Quan."

Wang Yan looked at her non-pretentious expression and suddenly realized that she wasn't at work yet! Naturally, she didn't know the other meaning of Xiao Qi. Maybe in her opinion, Xiao Qi was really a nickname.

"Okay, then I will call you Xiao Qi from now on."

Qi Xiuquan nodded with satisfaction: "Then I will call you...Xiao Wang!"

Wang Yan showed pain on his face: "Xiao Qi, aren't you going to scold me in a roundabout way? I'll still call you Xiao Quan. You can call me Wang Yan or Xiao Yan."

Qi Xiuquan rarely acted willfully: "I like Xiao Wang."

Wang Yan looked at that stubborn yet straightforward expression and was stunned for a moment!

Back!

The Qi Xiuquan he remembered was finally back!

"Okay, Xiao Wang, just be Xiao Wang. As long as you like, you can call me whatever you want!"

.....

Wang Yan sat on the stone bench, rubbing his hands constantly, looking at Qi Xiuquan who was studying hard at the side, and then looking at the sparkling Long Lake. The beautiful scene from the previous life was repeated, and he couldn't be more excited!

Even if I earn one billion, I may not be as excited as I am now, and I may not be as happy as I am now.

Perhaps because her legs were numb, Qi Xiuquan lowered her crossed legs, but she did not put on her shoes, but swayed gently.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yan unexpectedly bent over and grabbed her ankle, then gently placed it on his lap. He held the sole of her foot covered with white socks with one hand, raised his head and said with a smile: "My feet are even cold."

, can I warm you up?"

A woman's feet are called the third most private part, and Wang Yan's sudden move was undoubtedly offensive.

But Qi Xiuquan just glanced at him lightly, with neither shyness nor anger in his eyes, as calm as the clear water in the lake.

It gave the impression that what Wang Yan was holding was not her foot.

Then he turned his attention to the book again.

When weird things become normal, they naturally become normal.

Wang Yan did not analyze Qi Xiuquan's psychology too much, and then took out the other foot.

Use two hands and two soles of your feet, hold one in each hand, and gently rub the soles of your feet to transport heat. Although it is not very useful, it is better than being attacked by the cold wind.

The corners of Wang Yan's mouth slowly raised. In her last life, she liked this action the most.

Sitting on a long stone bench, there are a few books on the left hand side and a glass of warm water on the right hand. Putting her feet on her legs, she sometimes squeezes her calves and sometimes helps her trim her pedicures.

, sometimes like now, I help her rub and keep warm.

Breeze, sunshine, books, and herself are the most important factors for her to come to the park.

For a moment, Wang Yan seemed to feel that time had returned to his previous life.

"You are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth..."

A pleasant ringing of the cell phone brought Wang Yan back from his thoughts.

It's the little secretary Dong Xiaojie calling.

"Wang Yan, you have two social events tonight..."

Before she could finish, Wang Yan interrupted with a smile: "Push it for me."

Dong Xiaojie looked a little helpless: "I just couldn't refuse, so I called you!"

Wang Yan didn't take it seriously: "I believe in your ability, so I just said that I was on a business trip and was not in the mall. I will make an apology in person when I come back."

Qi Xiuquan closed the book and asked, "Very busy?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "I'm not busy. At present, several companies are not making any big moves. Some unnecessary entertainment should be pushed aside. Otherwise, there will be several dinner parties every day, and the body will be broken sooner or later."

Qi Xiuquan retracted his legs: "I'm hungry, let's go eat!"

....

We had dinner at the Grand Hyatt Hotel because the braised Yellow River carp cooked in this hotel was Qi Xiuquan’s favorite.

Now that he has money, Wang Yan spends it without blinking an eye, just like spending more than 6,000 yuan on a meal and a bottle of red wine at a restaurant at noon!

The dinner was still sumptuous, and two people ordered a table.

Qi Xiuquan finally reacted and asked: "Do you usually eat so extravagantly? Or are you thinking about it all the time before you had no money, and then you started to repay it when you got money?"

Wang Yan smiled and said, "All of them. The main reason is that you agreed to this date today. I'm very happy."

.....

After dinner, Qi Xiuquan was going back to school, so Wang Yan got on the bus to Shang University with her.

He originally wanted to take her to the mall to buy two gifts, but seeing Qi Xiuquan's eyes showing fatigue, Wang Yan had no choice but to give it up.

When they arrived at the school gate, Wang Yan handed her the umbrella and waved with a smile.

Qi Xiuquan took two steps and then stepped back. He handed the One Hundred Years of Solitude in his hand to Wang Yan and said, "Let's take a look when you have nothing to do! It's quite good."

Wang Yan hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted it, reluctantly saying: "I really can't stand it, I will only die in the dust..."

Qi Xiuquan said nothing more, turned around and walked towards the campus again.

"Hey! Are you free next Sunday? There are still many places to visit!"

Qi Xiuquan turned his head and smiled playfully: "First ask yourself if you are free."

Wang Yan was confused, what does it mean?

He quickly took out his phone and opened the calendar, and was stunned!

It turns out that next Sunday happens to be the National Day!

This year's National Day is particularly special, because that day is not only Song Zhiwen's birthday, but also her birthday on the lunar calendar!

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ps: Thank you Lazy Snail is accelerating, Ruo Babel Tower, chouchou1238 boss for your support.

The number of words in this chapter is a little short, sorry.