Alone in the surging crowd, Wang Jinglu felt a little nervous.

  She was never that kind of girl with a strong personality and outgoing.

  For example, eating. She likes to eat slowly and savor her food, if her sister Wang Jingxue needs ten minutes to finish a meal, then under the same circumstances, she would need about fifteen minutes.

  For example, learning. From an early age to adulthood, she has never deliberately pursued any achievements, she just learned the knowledge points required by the teacher with her heart, and completed all the homework arranged by the teacher meticulously.

  For example, playing the piano. It wasn't something she asked to learn herself, probably when she was five or six years old, one day her sister Wang Jingxue told her parents that she wanted a piano, and then a few days later there was a piano in the house. At first it was her sister practicing every day with a private teacher, learning fingerings and pieces, while she just watched and listened on the side. Later her sister said, "Second sister, come over, from today on I'll teach you how to play the piano," and that's when she started playing the piano.

  For example, after the end of her second year in high school, she transferred schools. She had never thought that one day she would take an exam for a film academy. What was the point of taking that exam? She wasn't particularly fond of watching movies, and she didn't know what kind of job she could get after graduating from a film academy. Become an actor? Or write screenplays?...She had no idea.

  If she had to tear it apart, she would rather think that a normal college or a women's college was what she liked. After graduating and teaching students, getting a stable income, just like Uncle Li next door, how great!

  However, my sister said, Er Ya, you know that we are all girls, and this is a world that belongs to men. So, as girls, we must be strong! We can only gain the freedom to choose our own love and life if we become stronger than men. But fortunately for us, compared to other girls, we have talent, so perhaps we can find a more convenient path to success. That is, art!

  So I'll go sing songs, you go act!

  So, her sister said she would transfer her to another school, said she would let her attend a small class, said she would let her take the entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy, and so, after the end of sophomore year, she would go to Beijing.

  That's just the kind of person she is.

  Peaceful and quiet, without contention with the world.

  But today, the sports car parked in front of the teaching building and the man with a smile on his face suddenly pushed her into the surging crowd.

  When he stopped her, at this moment, almost everyone's attention was focused on them.

  She walked up hesitantly, somewhat surprised and tense, her small hands gripping the shoulder strap of her backpack tightly.

  Zhao Yuemin immediately sensed her tension.

  "Sorry, Xiaoxue, maybe I shouldn't have come to find you at this time? Scared you, didn't I?" He said softly, his eyes falling on her face, filled with gentle concern.

  Wang Jinglu looked up at him with a glance.

  Then, she turned her head to those girls who were all her good friends, seeking help. But at this moment, they were all smiling and standing on the spot, chattering about something, with envy, surprise... but not a single person thought that Wang Jinglu was in need of help now.

  She turned around and looked at him timidly.

  His eyes were black and shiny, but not intimidating, instead having a warm glow.

  "Yu Min... brother, hello."

  Zhao Yuemin shook his head and smiled, "It seems that we two really are going to fall into a romance drama."

  He said it out of pity, wanting to make a small joke and ease the tension for this lovely beautiful girl in front of him.

  But it's useless.

  Wang Jinglu's face was still tense, without a hint of a smile.

  "You're looking for me... something's up?" she said.

  He let out an "ah" and turned back to open the car door, taking out a beautifully packaged small box from the passenger seat. He handed it to her while smiling and said: "Actually, nothing's wrong. This afternoon I had coffee with friends and suddenly found that the dessert at that cafe was pretty good, so I ordered an extra serving thinking you'd like it... Sorry, I really didn't know my sudden appearance would scare you! How about we go out and talk?"

  Wang Jinglu was shocked to see the small box he handed over, and when she heard him say "go out", she subconsciously shook her head quickly, "No, no way, I want..." She hastily pulled out a few test papers from her bag to show him, "I want to go home and review my lessons!"

  As she spoke, she suddenly heard someone seeming to shout a familiar name, her heart suddenly shook, and subconsciously wanted to turn her head to look at the teaching building behind her, but the action was done halfway, and then stopped abruptly.

  At this moment, she suddenly felt very wronged.

  But she shook her head and said, "Thank you, but no need. If you don't have anything else to do..." She pointed to the school gate, the implication was clear: then I'll be leaving.

  Zhao Yuemin shrugged, putting away the small box, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "No big deal, I was too abrupt! So... maybe I can drive you home? Oh, right, you have a bike! Sorry...... Well, okay......" He made a polite gesture, very elegant, "You go first, OK?"

  Wang Jinglu looked up at him, nodded and said "goodbye", then turned around and walked into the crowd in a hurry.

  Behind her, several girls giggled and shouted as they chased after her.

  Behind them, Zhao Yuemin glanced at the exquisite pastry box in her hand and shrugged.

  When he turned his head to look again, Wang Jinglu's figure had already disappeared among the bicycles and pedestrians. He withdrew his gaze, a confident smile spreading across his face as he got on his bike.

  "This is the classical beauty of Chinese women... isn't it?" Sitting in the car, he said to himself: "A girl with such classical beauty and tradition is worth loving, isn't she?"

  …………

  After seeing Wang Jinglu leave, Liu Qiang and several others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Wang Jinglu didn't pick up after all! I knew it, that kid must have been the one who took the initiative to pursue her..."

  "Of course, Wang Jingluo is Qianzi's woman, how could she fall for this pretty boy..."

  "Hey, right, Li Qian, shall we go down and give that little brat a good thrashing, teach him a lesson?"

  Li Qian raised his hand to cover his forehead, then turned around to face everyone.

  "Stop it, stop it, all of you stop it!"

  "Let me reiterate that Wang Jinglu and I are just neighbors and good friends, but only good friends. We didn't have a romantic relationship, she's not my girlfriend, nor is she my woman!"

  "Cut! Alright, you can stop now, it was so tense just now when we were filming!"

  "But... if you think you can mess with him, take a look at that Lamborghini. He's only in his early 20s and driving a Lamborghini, which means either he or his family is very rich. So, if you're brave enough to beat him up, I won't stop you. On the contrary, I'll applaud for you..."

  "Cut!"

  "Get out!"

  "Inhuman!"

  "How could I have possibly known you!"

  …………

  This afternoon, Li Qian didn't practice guitar.

  When all the people who were waiting for school to let out had left, and the entire campus suddenly became empty, he alone hugged his guitar and lay on the parapet wall of the rooftop, lit a cigarette, slowly finished it, then turned around and went downstairs.

  …………

  After dinner, Li Qian's pen flew across the paper.

  His handwriting was not bad in his previous life, and it's also not bad in this life. The difference in handwriting between the two lives is not too big either. So, after the memories of the two lives in his soul have almost completely merged, his handwriting has become better and better, but not to the point where people familiar with his handwriting can notice anything unusual.

  A 1000-word essay, if typed on a computer, is of course easy, but handwriting it isn't that pleasant. He started copying after school in the afternoon when he got home, and after dinner, he copied for nearly half an hour before finally finishing.

  He shook his wrist and put away three compositions.

  Then, after some thought, he walked out of the bedroom and told his mother who was watching TV, then changed his shoes and went out.

  The destination is, of course, the rooftop.

  As a result, he had just climbed to the fourth floor when his mobile phone suddenly rang.

  I took it out and looked at it, and indeed, it was sent by Wang Jinglu. However, perhaps because of what Li Qian said last time, this text message surprisingly wasn't blank.

  Roof garden

  Then he put away his phone and stood on the fourth floor waiting.

  Before long, the third floor rang out with the sound of opening and closing doors, and the thudding sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.

  Then, one stood on the fourth floor and the other at the corner of the stairs from the third to the fourth floor. After exchanging a glance, they tacitly turned around and went upstairs.

  It was 8:13 in the evening, and under the night sky of Jinan Prefecture, the lights were shining brightly. It seemed that every breath of everyone, every roar of every machine, and every flicker of light from every building... were all exhaling desires and irritations.

  On such a night, there is not a single thread of wind.

  If you look at the thermometer, the temperature doesn't seem that high, but the air seems to be thick and sticky, making people feel irritable subconsciously.

  Two people habitually lean against the protective wall each on their own side.

  Li Qian thought she would say something like "How did you manage to come out faster than me today?" or "You came out before me, why didn't you send me a text message?" as an opening remark.

  But no.

  She remained silent.

  About three minutes later - or maybe one minute, or five minutes - Li Qian turned his head to look at her and said: "Just now when we were having dinner, my dad and mom discussed installing an air conditioner in my room, but I opposed it. I'd rather have a computer, but my dad opposed that too, saying he should be the one to buy a computer first. But my mom opposed that, saying they should buy an air conditioner instead... Hey, even if it's not funny, can't you at least crack a smile?"

  Wang Jinglu didn't say a word and didn't even turn her head to look at her.

  Li Qian rubbed his nose and lazily looked up at the starry sky with nothing better to do.

  "Ah..."

  A moment later, Wang Jinglu suddenly called him.

  Li Qian withdrew his gaze and looked at her, "Hm?"

  She also looked at him, behind her glasses, with a dim and hazy gaze, somewhat sorrowful, somewhat perplexed, and somewhat helpless.

  "You won't ignore it, will you?" she said, "I know you must have seen it!"

  Li Qian furrowed his brow and spread out his hands, "What can I do about it?!"

  "It's all what my dad meant," she said again.

  "So...", Li Qian said: "What can I do about this kind of thing?"

  "But, however..." She couldn't say anything after that.

  Li Qian looked at her.

  She pouted and kicked him in a fit of pique.

  Of course, very light.

  "You can't just ignore it!" she said.

  Li Qian took a deep breath and fell silent.

  Wang Jinglu looked at him seriously instead, as if waiting for a definite answer.

  She certainly wants a definite answer! She knows she can't handle this herself, but he can! As long as he says one sentence, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," then she can rest assured and leave it to him.

  It doesn't matter what Zhao Yuemin says, or what Dad says, or what Sister says. He can definitely handle everything! It's just like when they were kids and he would make her cry every time, but then quickly make her laugh again.

  He is good at this!

  Or he is not good at it but has to learn to be good at it!

  Because he is him.

  After half a day of silence, Li Qian raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at her with a strange expression.

  Wang Jinglu saw his expression and was tense all over her face.

  "A method... actually, I have one!" he said.

  Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed excitedly: "You say!"

  He hesitated for a moment, his expression becoming even more tangled. "Of course, if I do that, I'll have to make some sacrifices, but... hey! Actually, the way is... Hey, little girl, you look pretty good, why don't we go get our marriage certificate tomorrow?"

  Wang Jinglu's eyes widened, and she was a bit dazed.

  It wasn't until after a long while that she finally came back to her senses, her face slightly red, her eyes moist, and her breathing somewhat urgent...

  This is indeed a good idea!

  Although it sounds a bit weird coming from his mouth, it's actually quite funny and annoying at the same time! But this is indeed a feasible solution!

  Boys and girls take a certificate, what about dear dad and mom? Would you rather demolish ten temples than destroy one family relationship?

  As for Zhao Yuemin... he was instantly annihilated!

  But...

  "You wish! I'd never marry you!" she said.

  Then she quickly turned her head around, pouted and whispered: "I don't care what method you use, anyway... anyway you can't ignore it!"

  Li Qian sighed and turned his head to look at the distant traffic flow, no longer speaking.

  After a moment, Wang Jinglu carefully turned her head to look at him, seeing that he was still dazed, she lightly kicked him with her foot, "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

  Li Qian hung his head, turned back to look at her for a moment, then turned away again.

  "What else can we think of? Think of a way!"

  As they spoke, he rubbed his brow in distress.

  Wang Jinglu smiled slowly: He's thinking of a way, that means he's already in control!

  That's all right!

  Suddenly, her mood lifted.

  She kicked him again, "Hey, what are you doing this weekend? The two of us... why don't the two of us go climb Mount Qianfo?"

  Li Qian turned his head and glanced at her, shaking his head. "If you want to go, go by yourself, I'm not going. This Saturday I'm going to watch a movie!"

  Wang Jinglu slightly pouted, "Then I'll go watch a movie too!"

  "You don't like watching movies?" he said.

  "But I like it now."

  “……”

  "Hey, is there a particular movie you want to see? Why did you suddenly think of going to the movies?"

  "Nope. Let's just go to the cinema and see what's playing."

  "Okay, fine. Let's talk about it another day then."

  After finishing this sentence, the two fell silent again at the same time.

  At this time of night, it was still lazy and there wasn't a single breeze.

  The air seems thick and sticky, making people feel that they can only avoid suffocation by opening their mouths.

  In the distance, a cluster of buildings stood faintly, with an occasional unextinguished lamp, lonely yet full.

  The cars on the road are shining brightly with their lights, one after another, a lonely yet prosperous scene.

  The building across from us on the fifth floor was completely silent today.

  The whole world is in an uproar, yet the whole world says nothing.

  It seemed as if there were only two people left in the world.

  He and she.