Maybe the person waiting for the next second will come?
Maybe a little longer will produce the desired results?
It is in this unwilling vicious circle that the great Edison persistently invented the electric light!
JiShan new thought, why can't she have the same luck? We should not wait. We made a fool of ourselves. A postponed wedding is better than the groom standing the bride up. She stood alone in front of the stage surrounded by flowers, her face under the veil was calm and callous, but her thoughts spread inappropriately, as if she didn't realize that the rites and music behind her were gradually replaced by small whispers, just clutching the bouquet and waiting silently. Waiting is what Qishan is good at, just as she is good at forgiving him.
I'm afraid he will not come. Kindhearted relatives and friends exhorted in their ears.
Qishan stared at his toes and slowly shook his head.
Why do you trust him so much? Others love her stubbornness.
Yes, he will come early.
He doesn't want to marry you at all.
You are so stupid. ...
……
All kinds of arguments and doubts surrounded her instantly.
Qishan cannot be disturbed. Finally, she couldn't help it, and took out two marriage certificates for everyone to see, just to prove that the wedding was just a formality. He will marry her. They are one.
This move finally calmed the surroundings-it was so quiet that people were flustered.
Qishan hesitantly lifted the white gauze, only to find that the place where she took the marriage certificate was actually just two old-fashioned exercise books!
Her eyes are black and there is a growl in her ear.
……
Are you awake? Zhanfei stretched himself and smiled at her. What good dream did she have?
Qi Shanwei narrowed his eyes to adapt to the change of light. She didn't explain the bizarre and absurd dream to her colleagues just now. Zhanfei didn't notice the short palpitation on her face, she just complained in a low voice. The leader of our library is too stingy. I finally organized a group activity and refused to book us a plane ticket. This is a 13 hour train, so book at least one soft berth. My waist is almost broken.
The train has just passed through a long tunnel, and endless mountains and endless rice fields are still coming out of the window, which makes people tired and empty. Obviously, before taking a nap, Qishan was still trapped in the expectation of being swayed by considerations of gain and loss, and his heart was scratched by intermittent signals in the train. In this state, he can still fall asleep and make his dream come true, which is incredible. She must have not slept well last night. Before that, the train had been driving in the weak signal area, and the mobile phone information sent out was delayed. She was in a trance, thought for a moment, and let that annoying dream take advantage of it.
At the thought of mobile phone, Qishan found his hand empty and held it in it until he fell asleep. She straightened up, rummaged around in some confusion, and took out her mobile phone in the seat gap on one side of her thigh. There are three unread messages on it, and the last one came from eighteen minutes ago. She quickly pointed out that she knew every word, but after reading it, she was a little confused. Afraid that she hasn't fully recovered from her dream, she held her breath and connected the simple three words in order and reverse order respectively.
12: 26: What time will it arrive?
12: 29: Is it convenient for me to pick you up? I want to talk to you.
12: 34: I want to, but not for Redmi cake.
In the last message sent by 12: 2 1, Qishan asked him half jokingly: When will I come back? Do you miss the red rice cake I brought you?
Mobile phone screen in Qishan hands quietly dimmed. Zhanfei's chatter seems to come from a very distant place.
What time is it now? Are we almost there?
I'm starving. Next time there is such an activity, I swear I will call in sick.
Will you take the company bus back to school later?
Sister Qishan, what are you doing?
Qishan!
Neglected Zhanfei almost roared and slapped Qishan on the arm.
Qishan almost didn't hold his mobile phone tightly. He looked up at Zhanfei and responded: Oh. ...
Zhan Fei said: What are you thinking? Help me look at the time. How long does it take to get to the station?
Oh, one hour and forty minutes. Qishan turned his mobile phone guiltily, fearing that she had a little fever, her face was uncomfortable and her head hung slightly. Almost there.
Zhan Fei is used to the slow pace of Qishan, but he is not surprised. With a sigh, he looked out of the window and stopped talking. Qishan can transmit information and read it again. Zhan Fei's arm is still a little numb, reminding her of the authenticity of this scene. Doubt, anxiety, shyness ... and a little joy. All emotions are like a small group of ants with chaotic discipline, climbing quietly along their backs until they occupy their minds. The click of the train seems to be brought faster and faster by the rhythm of her heart.
She thought of several ways to reply, typing and deleting, and there was less than 20% power left in her mobile phone. Finally, she simply replied to him: My parents are coming to pick up the station, and I will call you when I come back.
The rest of the time suddenly became very fast. There are more and more houses and billboards in the scenery outside the window, and the terminal is coming. When leaving the station, Zhan Fei asked again: Sister Qi Shan, how did you come back? Do you want to take a taxi together?
Their library arranged a bus pick-up station, but the bus drove directly back to school, while Qishan and Zhanfei both lived off campus.
Mention home, Qishan also some chagrin. Last night, she spoke to her family by phone, and her parents insisted on meeting her at the station, so she didn't ask her son to apologize just now, so as not to bother to explain before the relationship was completely determined. I don't know. Ten minutes before arriving at the station, my mother called and said that the company had to work overtime temporarily, and Qishan's father couldn't drive, which meant they couldn't come. If I had known ...
JiShan just then, the cell phone in my pocket rang again. She took it out and looked at it. She said to herself, sure enough!
Zhan Fei held Qishan's suitcase for him, and some said helplessly into the phone: I knew they would arrest you as a policeman. No, I'll call a car home myself ... Are you free today ... OK, OK!
Jiao Xiao? Zhan Fei seemed to guess who was calling. Seeing Qishan nodded, he asked with a smile, she will come to pick you up. Can you give me a ride?
Municipal construction is going on near the railway station, so it is not easy to take a taxi. Qi Shan hesitated a little, but still answered: OK.
The car to pick her up is still on the way, and they have to wait. Qishan and Zhanfei bid farewell to their colleagues in the unit and took turns to go to the bathroom. Qishan stayed in front of the sink for a while, thinking stupefied, calling his son to apologize when he got home. What should I say? Today is the weekend, and I don't know what he is doing now. Wouldn't it be too impatient if she was in a hurry to meet at night as soon as she got back? She brushed her hair with wet hands and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little strange.
Qishan bowed his head and wiped the water mark on his hand, and slowly walked out of the bathroom, only to see her and Zhanfei's suitcase stay in place alone, but Zhanfei, who should have taken care of the luggage, was not around. Zhan Fei, a little girl, has a broad heart. Don't you know that people come and go at the exit of the railway station, and things are the easiest to lose? What urgent matter happened when she left? Thought of here, Qishan some worry, hurriedly looked around, until the familiar figure fell into the eyes to breathe a sigh of relief.
In fact, Zhanfei is just a few steps away, because she has her back to Qishan and there is a pillar beside her, so Qishan didn't see it at a glance. She was chatting with someone. When Qishan dragged two suitcases by, both of them took their mobile phones and kept contact information with each other.
Seeing Qishan approaching, Zhanfei waved to her happily.
I made a new friend. As soon as JiShan stood still, ZhanFei smiled and introduced her to new friends. After that, she continued to enter new contact names into her mobile phone, chanting' Zhou' of the Zhou Dynasty, praising' Zan', right?
That's right. "Zan" is next to the word "Wang". The owner of the name corrected.
Zhanfei didn't turn the corner in time and looked up doubtfully. The word' Wang' next to it?
A Hosta, with Liu Huang in the middle'. He smiled and dispelled his doubts, from the Book of Songs. My parents like to be arty.
Zhanfei's finger is still hanging above the screen of the mobile phone, but his eyes linger in the man's smile.
When he saw Zhan Fei scratching his head, he simply took the phone from her hand, gave it back to her three times and two times. His movements were natural, but the youngest and fiercest girl in Qishan Library soon developed a suspicious blush on her cheeks. So that when he returned the phone to its original owner, Zhan Fei foolishly didn't pick it up in time.
Qishan hurriedly coughed, Fang Zhanfei understood, but his face was redder. He quickly took back his mobile phone, didn't dare to look into his eyes, and pretended to seriously study the name he had just entered into his mobile phone, before he realized that the rhythm of speaking had been messed up.
Oh, it turns out that this' Jun' ... is not often used in names. I guess it also means jade. Zhan Fei also worked in the library of G University for half a year. Although his work is related to user consultation, he has read a lot of books.
Zhou Zan listened to Zhanfei and smiled without a word. For the first time, Zhan Fei felt that when young people laughed, the fine lines on the eyes and corners of the mouth looked so pleasing to the eye. No wonder Sister Qishan once said that the word as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade was first used to describe men, but she didn't believe it at first. So it seems that his parents are good at naming names.
"Zan" means that "spoon" is talking to Qishan, and he has been silent. She added in due course in the surprised expression of Zhanfei and Zhou Zan raising their eyebrows slightly. It is made of jade, but it is not pure jade.
Qishan's principle of dealing with people has always been that more wins than less. Zhanfei really didn't expect that she would suddenly insert such a sentence. Even though she always speaks in a plain and stated tone, as if discussing a simple academic problem with others, somehow the style of The Book of Songs has changed subtly.
Zhang opened his mouth and pulled Qi Shan to Zhou Shao. He smiled and explained, This is my colleague Qi Shan, a senior librarian in the collection department of our library. Occupational disease, please don't mind.
Zhou Zan obviously didn't take it to heart.
Zhan Fei took his suitcase from Qishan. This happy meeting is the biggest egg on this trip. What needs to be said has already been said, not what has not been done.
It is really time for us to go. Nice to meet you. Zhanfei raised his face, looked at Zhou Zan and said in a seemingly brisk tone: If I really call you to ask questions in the future, don't bother me!
Zhou Zan smiled and said, "That depends on what you ask." .
He was joking, but Zhanfei had a hunch that he didn't hate himself. According to the horoscope, she will encounter peach blossoms this month. Last week, she just asked Sister Qi Shan to mend a pink crystal bracelet for her. Is it really that accurate? She was afraid that this little idea would be written in the corner of her eyebrows. Some of them tried to hide it suddenly and hurriedly changed the subject and asked Qishan: Has Jiao Xiao arrived? Where does her car park?
Zhou Zan's eyebrows raised again, but unfortunately Zhan Feiguang noticed Qishan's slightly complicated expression.
Qishan raised his chin slightly and motioned to the people around Zhanfei.
Ask him yourself.