Ruying didn't pay attention to which bookstore she entered. She just picked up the nearby room and saw that the door was open, she ran in panic and ran in panic.
She walked in several bookcases, stopped in front of a tall and strong bookshelf, stroked her chest, and secretly scolded herself: An Ruying!
Are you a traitor?
When you meet Qi Shixiang, you start to be afraid of him?
What's scary about him?
He is a rogue!
Now I just don't take you seriously
Since he doesn't know you, do you know him?
Thinking of this, it seemed as if I had the confidence that I noticed that I had just entered the bookstores I used to visit. I had never been to this room.
Just as she was about to reach out to take a book to take a look, she heard footsteps behind her. She looked back and saw that it was Qi Shixiang walking here.
He took a step, she took a step back
She saw his eyes quiet and focused, quickly sweeping through the rows of books, as if she was really looking for books, and she didn't pay any attention to her
Seeing that he stopped, she took the book from the bookshelf and looked through it for a while, and left again
She breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason she felt that his aura was even more powerful in the past
In the past, he looked as if Wuchen was so handsome that he was extremely difficult to approach. Now, the four words Wuchen seem to be engraved into his bones, but they are not visible on his face, but she seems to dare not reach out to slap him in the face again
She walked to the bookcase lightly and looked at the door again. Seeing that the room was empty, she thought he might have gone back.
She couldn't figure it out for a moment. Sister Sizhen also said that he would not go in and out of Diechui Tower.
She pulled a picture album in her hand and read it. She saw that the landscape paintings inside were very extraordinary. She found a few and slowly looked through them.
At some point, the sound of slap sounded on the window shed
Ruying looked up and saw that it was raining.
This was the first rain since she entered Beijing. I heard this sound and it was very hard and urgent.
She didn't bring an umbrella
She stood up anxiously and wanted to go to the door to take a look. When she turned around, she saw someone sitting on several seats not far behind her, with her back straightened, her hair half-dressed, and she was drooping her head and looking through the books.
Why hasn't he left yet?
Ruying didn't know how long Qi Shixiang had been sitting behind her, but she withdrew her steps and sat down again
Looking through the paintings again, I can't see them anymore. My mind is confused and I don't know what to think.
It seemed like I had sat a lot, and there was no movement behind me.
She had just spitted in her heart in front of her, and it was impossible to sit upright and read the book half an hour before the desk. Now he came to slap her in the face. Sitting quietly, I thought it was more than half an hour.
The rain outside the window was still raining, and she finally heard the movement of him getting up
She heard his footsteps gradually fading away. After a while, footsteps sounded again, as if they were coming to her and walked away lightly.
Wait for a while, there is still no sound behind you
She turned around and saw a bamboo green cocoon silk umbrella on the small table.
Ruying left the bookstore and went to the corridor to see two servants standing far away by the door, one of whom was helping Qi Shixiang pick up an umbrella
Qi Shixiang seemed to have rejected the servant, and he walked into the rain alone with an umbrella.
She pursed her lips, went back and picked up the bamboo green cocoon silk umbrella, and opened it. The umbrella surface was covered with green bamboos with high and thinness, with rugged rocks beside them.
After looking at it for a while, she felt that the bamboo seemed to be from the man's handwriting, and was very arrogant. Even if she sent someone to give her an umbrella, she would not say anything.
If he didn't say it, who would have thought that this umbrella was for her?
She held the handle of the umbrella, and the tung oil on it was smooth, and with green paint, she was like a bamboo stick.
Once it is stretched open, it blocks the rainwater outside
She walked in several bookcases, stopped in front of a tall and strong bookshelf, stroked her chest, and secretly scolded herself: An Ruying!
Are you a traitor?
When you meet Qi Shixiang, you start to be afraid of him?
What's scary about him?
He is a rogue!
Now I just don't take you seriously
Since he doesn't know you, do you know him?
Thinking of this, it seemed as if I had the confidence that I noticed that I had just entered the bookstores I used to visit. I had never been to this room.
Just as she was about to reach out to take a book to take a look, she heard footsteps behind her. She looked back and saw that it was Qi Shixiang walking here.
He took a step, she took a step back
She saw his eyes quiet and focused, quickly sweeping through the rows of books, as if she was really looking for books, and she didn't pay any attention to her
Seeing that he stopped, she took the book from the bookshelf and looked through it for a while, and left again
She breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason she felt that his aura was even more powerful in the past
In the past, he looked as if Wuchen was so handsome that he was extremely difficult to approach. Now, the four words Wuchen seem to be engraved into his bones, but they are not visible on his face, but she seems to dare not reach out to slap him in the face again
She walked to the bookcase lightly and looked at the door again. Seeing that the room was empty, she thought he might have gone back.
She couldn't figure it out for a moment. Sister Sizhen also said that he would not go in and out of Diechui Tower.
She pulled a picture album in her hand and read it. She saw that the landscape paintings inside were very extraordinary. She found a few and slowly looked through them.
At some point, the sound of slap sounded on the window shed
Ruying looked up and saw that it was raining.
This was the first rain since she entered Beijing. I heard this sound and it was very hard and urgent.
She didn't bring an umbrella
She stood up anxiously and wanted to go to the door to take a look. When she turned around, she saw someone sitting on several seats not far behind her, with her back straightened, her hair half-dressed, and she was drooping her head and looking through the books.
Why hasn't he left yet?
Ruying didn't know how long Qi Shixiang had been sitting behind her, but she withdrew her steps and sat down again
Looking through the paintings again, I can't see them anymore. My mind is confused and I don't know what to think.
It seemed like I had sat a lot, and there was no movement behind me.
She had just spitted in her heart in front of her, and it was impossible to sit upright and read the book half an hour before the desk. Now he came to slap her in the face. Sitting quietly, I thought it was more than half an hour.
The rain outside the window was still raining, and she finally heard the movement of him getting up
She heard his footsteps gradually fading away. After a while, footsteps sounded again, as if they were coming to her and walked away lightly.
Wait for a while, there is still no sound behind you
She turned around and saw a bamboo green cocoon silk umbrella on the small table.
Ruying left the bookstore and went to the corridor to see two servants standing far away by the door, one of whom was helping Qi Shixiang pick up an umbrella
Qi Shixiang seemed to have rejected the servant, and he walked into the rain alone with an umbrella.
She pursed her lips, went back and picked up the bamboo green cocoon silk umbrella, and opened it. The umbrella surface was covered with green bamboos with high and thinness, with rugged rocks beside them.
After looking at it for a while, she felt that the bamboo seemed to be from the man's handwriting, and was very arrogant. Even if she sent someone to give her an umbrella, she would not say anything.
If he didn't say it, who would have thought that this umbrella was for her?
She held the handle of the umbrella, and the tung oil on it was smooth, and with green paint, she was like a bamboo stick.
Once it is stretched open, it blocks the rainwater outside
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