It had been a few days since she returned to modern times, and Ruo Huan was still in a daze.
She often sat on the iron ladder seat in the playground for most of the day.
She couldn't figure out why she would have symptoms just after taking a nap.
The experiences of more than twenty years, those people, and those things are all so real, as if they happened yesterday, how could it be just a dream?
But she couldn't find any trace of her past.
The round peony flower was gone, the gemstone and gold bracelet on her wrist was gone, and everything close to her body was gone.
There was no trace to prove that she had lived in the Qing Dynasty three hundred years ago. .
Is it really just a dream?
Is it really just a dream that is so real that she can't distinguish it?
"Classmate, help kick the ball over here."
The loud shouts in the distance made Ruo Huan come back to her senses.
She looked for the voice and saw a group of boys playing football in the playground, and the one who just shouted was coming towards her.
Side waved.
Ruohua looked left and right to make sure that the boy was talking to her, stepped down from the ladder, raised her foot and kicked the ball back to the court.
"Thank you."
The boy thanked him from afar, and then immersed himself in the fiery exercise again.
Ruohua pursed his lips, retreated to the ladder seat, sat down on the lowest floor, drew the unlocking pattern, and first looked at the class group, only some chat records.
Ruo Huan browsed through it for a while, but there was no important information.
However, in WeChat, Xu Rui asked her if she wanted to have dinner together.
It was only about four o'clock.
Ruo Huan had no appetite, so he replied: "I'm not hungry tonight, so I won't go." have eaten."
The sky was getting dark, and in October, there was a chill in the morning and evening.
Ruo Huan picked up his schoolbag, patted the dust behind him casually, threw the schoolbag behind him, and carried it on one shoulder, intending to change his mind in a different place.
Isn't this exam week?
It's almost dinner time.
There are not many people in the library.
Ruo Huan is a frequent visitor to the history library.
Today is no exception and he went straight there and picked out two or three books.
I was interested in the book, so I found a place and planned to read it for a while.
However, half an hour later, the book page in Ruo Huan's hand still stayed on the title page, and her spirit had already flown to nowhere.
"Classmate, is there anyone here?"
A soft question pulled Ruo Huan's mind back.
Ruohua waved her hands hurriedly and said, "No."
But when she looked up and saw the man opposite him who was half-bent, with one hand on the back of the chair and the other holding two books, she felt a little familiar and couldn't help but tilt her head and think about it. , but didn’t think of it.
"What a coincidence."
Unexpectedly, the other party recognized her first, and whispered while sitting down, "I am also from the calligraphy and painting club.
I met her when we were doing activities before.
My name is Hu Shan."
After being reminded by the other party, Ruoyu finally remembered that there was indeed such a person.
He nodded with some embarrassment and said, "Hello, my name is Zhang Ruoyu.
I am from the School of Economics and Management."
Since they were in the library, the two of them exchanged polite words in a low voice, and then each immersed himself in reading.
It was approaching nine o'clock.
Ruo Huan got up and packed his books and pens, intending to borrow these three books before returning to the dormitory.
When the administrator was helping her check out the books, Shi Shan also came over with the two books he just had.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Ruo Huan saw them and nodded and smiled with him.
After collecting the degaussed books and packing them up, Ruo Quan was about to leave when he heard the administrator say to Shi Shan, "I'm sorry, classmate, but your card is already full of ten books.
You can't borrow any more."
Ruo Huan raised his eyes and looked at Shi Shan.
He raised his hand and scratched his head, sighed, took the book, and resignedly planned to put the book back on the bookshelf.
Ruo Huan said, "Use my card."
Ruo Huan said. , while taking the card out of the wallet.
Shishan hesitated for a moment, then took the card with some embarrassment and said: "Thank you then, I will return the book as soon as possible."
"You're welcome."
The two of them left the library together.
Shishan said, "There are a few books in my card that I borrowed for my classmates in the dormitory.
They haven't returned them yet.
I forgot about it."
Ruo Huan smiled and said "Yeah".
"I'll buy you a drink, whatever you like."
There was a canteen not far ahead, Shishan suggested.
"No, it's not a big deal, you don't have to be so polite."
Ruo Huan declined politely.
However, Hu Shan didn't say anything more.
He smiled at Ruo Huan and ran to the canteen.
After a while, he came back with two bottles of drinks and handed one bottle to Ruo Huan.
Ruo Huan looked at the drink, paused, smiled and said, "Thank you."
He took the drink, opened it and took a sip.
When they reached the fork in the road, the left side led to the men's dormitory and the right side led to the women's dormitory.
Shi Shan politely wanted to see Ruo Quan off, but Ruo Quan said: "Don't bother, there are lights all the way from here to the door of the dormitory building, and there are people here."
It’s quite a lot, so there shouldn’t be any danger, thank you.”
After hearing this, Shishan didn't insist anymore.
The two left each other's numbers, added WeChat messages, and waved goodbye.
As soon as Ruolan entered the dormitory, Yu Lu, who was on the bed opposite, said, "You are back, and I found a new novel.
The reviews are great.
I just got off the bed.
Do you want to read it?"
Ruo Quan sat on the bed, put down his schoolbag, and waved his hand with some lack of interest: "I won't read anymore.
I stayed up late reading novels before, and I still haven't calmed down yet."
"Can you do it?"
Yu Lu prodded her, then turned her attention back to the computer screen on the bed.
Ruowan glanced at the dormitory and said, "Who is taking a bath in there?"
"Xu Rui."
Yu Lu replied without raising her head, "It's time for her to go to bed soon."
If Ruo Quan and Yu Lu are the night owls in the dormitory, then Xu Rui is the one with the best sleep schedule in the dormitory.
She goes to bed after nine o'clock every day and does not get up later than seven o'clock in the morning, no matter on weekdays or weekends.
Rain or shine, Ruohua is willing to bow down to the wind.
Seeing that nothing was going on at the moment and the bathroom was occupied and he couldn't wash up, Ruo Quan simply turned around and lay on the bed, took out the book he just borrowed today from his schoolbag and continued reading.
After reading only two pages, the phone screen lit up.
Ruo Huan took the phone and saw a WeChat message.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Ruo Huan's cell phone has always been silent.
To use the joke, even answering the phone depends on fate.
Ruo Quan unlocked the door and clicked on WeChat.
It was a group WeChat message sent by Shan Xiangyu, president of the calligraphy and painting club, informing him of the time and place for weekend practice.
Ruo Quan replied, "Participate on Saturday," and put his phone aside again.
The habit of the calligraphy and painting club is to practice calligraphy on Saturdays and study painting on Sundays.
When Ruo Quan saw the notice, she almost subconsciously replied.
She still remembered that someone pretended to sigh exaggeratedly at her calligraphy, so she took his She came to practice with copybooks, but she spent three days fishing and two days drying nets.
She only learned the appearance, but did not develop the character.
Ruo Quan shook her head violently, why did she start thinking about this again?
It was just a dream.
The so-called dream is the imaginary image, sound, thinking or feeling that a person has while sleeping.
It is not true, not real, not true. of Ruo Huan repeated the scientific definition of "dream" over and over again, while constantly convincing herself that when she woke up from the dream, she should return to reality
.
: