Xia Qian was awakened by the sharp siren of the battery car, and then heard the proprietress of the grocery store across the street cursing, accompanied by the sound of a basin of water being splashed on the street.
She sat up abruptly, and the sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling glass and a small skylight above her head, illuminating the surroundings brightly.
After walking around the store for a long time, she didn't see any unusual changes, so she felt relieved. Or did he sleep poorly last night and had a dream?
As soon as a person relaxes, he immediately feels hungry. She put on her coat and ran diagonally across the road to buy pancakes, fruit and soy milk. In the white smoke from the iron pan stove, she chatted with the uncle who spread the pancakes for a while before she wandered back to the bookstore.
The door of the bookstore was open, and when she entered, she saw Leng Changen standing on the wooden ladder, with half of her body leaning into the bookshelf.
"Hey, book ghost, why is it so early today?" She walked straight into the room.
He ignored her.
Xia Qian came out after changing clothes, black t-shirt, black jeans, black apron, long hair tied high behind her head with a red headband.
She has good skin naturally, so she doesn't need bbcc cream or other cover-ups at all. She just hooked up her eyeliner lightly and put on a thin layer of pearlescent lip gloss.
He was still standing on the wooden ladder without turning his head, "I have a name." The voice has no temperature and ups and downs, the standard tone of voice navigation in GPS.
Xia Qian picked up a row of fallen books on the bookshelf, "Didn't you say that Chang En is a scribe ghost, what did you call me Silverfish? Bug? What do you want?"
He came down from the ladder, wearing the same black overalls, and he climbed up and down still maintaining a meticulous and spotless manner, "Mai Wang, Silverfish Immortal Mai Wang."
"Then why don't you call me Yuxian? Or, Daxian, that's rightXiangu Fairy? If you don't change your words, I won't change either." She took out a rag from her apron pocket and began to wipe the bookshelf, humming a song with no tune .
From the mirror at hand, one can just see his indescribable appearance of a summer insect. Leng Changen's age is clearly about the same as his own, so he has to pretend to be old-fashioned, isn't he tired?
Suddenly remembering what happened last night, she leaned over, "Did you know, there was a thief here last night"
Originally thought that he would be frightened, or at least a little surprised, but there was no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard at all.
Xia Qian didn't care either, something flashed past her head quickly. After that sigh last night, it seems that something else is coming
"By the way, the book ghost, what dial clear waves, what bright moonlight? Anthurium dial clear waves, and bright moonlight in front of the bed, it doesn't seem to match" She tried hard to remember.
Only then did he turn his face, and finally set his eyes on her face, "I have been hesitating for a long time, and the white dew stained my clothes. Looking down at the clear water waves, looking up at the bright moonlight."
Leng Chang'en actually looks pretty good-looking, although his skinny muscles look a little frail, but his facial features are nothing to be picky about. He usually has a cold face all day long, only when he is reading a book, he will occasionally show other expressions.
Xia Qianzao decided that he was just a walking encyclopedia, and he couldn't ask questions at all. Unless those Internet celebrity gossip, milk tea skewers and other "vulgar things" in his mouth.
He was silent for quite a long time, "You actually read Wei and Jin poems?"
She was taken aback, "MSG? What's so interesting" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com