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Chapter 62 Classroom 107, on the east side of the first floor of the School of History, is rarely used in normal times and only serves as a temporary examination room at the end of the semester, or, as now, it is requisitioned as a preparation point for small special exhibitions.There is a dull, slightly musty smell in the air, a mixture of old chalk dust and the wood of old tables and chairs.Several tall windows faced east, and the morning sunlight could barely shine in. In the afternoon, there was only…-
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Chapter 61 Voluntary labor on campus in autumn is always carried out on a weekend morning when the weather barely clears up after the continuous cold rain.The School of History was assigned the task of cleaning Ginkgo Avenue and the lawns on both sides of the East District.The notification email stated that it was to "carry forward the spirit of labor and jointly build a beautiful campus" and attached a detailed list of groups and where to collect tools. Ye Qiulan looked at the phone screen where his and…
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Chapter 60 The fourth long oak table on the west side of the library, 6:50 in the evening.The sky outside the window is getting dark, a clear gray-blue that is unique after rain. The last thin ray of light struggles to stay on the skyline, and will soon be swallowed up by the overflowing night.All the lights in the library were on, and the warm yellow light enveloped the quiet bookshelves and sparse human figures.There is a slightly damp smell in the air, a mixture of old books, paper, dust, and wood that…
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Chapter 59 The bell for the end of class is a long, monotonous electronic sound, dragging out a long tail in the empty lecture hall.The professor on the podium closed the lesson plan and announced that class was over.The originally stagnant air was instantly broken. The sound of chairs being dragged, books being closed, and the students whispering and talking were all heard together, and the crowd began to surge toward the door. Ye Qiulan almost immediately wanted to take off his windbreaker and give it…
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Chapter 58 It started raining in the middle of the night.It's not the hearty torrential rain of summer, but the unique, continuous cold rain of autumn.Pattering, tapping on the glass window, the sound is thin and stubborn, like countless cold needles, constantly piercing into the quiet darkness.By early morning, the rain had not abated at all, and the sky was a uniform, heavy leaden gray, pressing very low, as if it would never light up again.The cold and humid air penetrates everywhere, and even if you…
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Chapter 57 The closing bell of the library sounded longer and harsher than usual, like some kind of belated and futile attempt to save people.The last ray of the setting sun has long since withdrawn from the long oak table, leaving only the cold and pale fluorescent lamp, which evenly sprinkles every inch of the air, illuminating the suspended dust and making people's faces turn blue. After that dry "sorry", time seemed to be poured into thick glue, and the flow was extremely difficult.Ling Xueqing did…
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Chapter 56 The air in the Library's Ancient Book Restoration Department is always heavier and quieter than elsewhere.Time seems to be frozen here by the sticky smell of old paper and fine dust, flowing extremely slowly.The thin sunlight in the afternoon shines through the high windows, cut into regular gratings by the window lattice, and casts diagonally on the long dark brown oak table, illuminating the slowly flying dust in the air as fine as gold powder. Ye Qiulan was sitting in his usual seat, with…
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Chapter 55 Ling Xueqing finished the last mouthful of porridge and gently put the porcelain bowl back on the bedside table.The bottom of the bowl made contact with the wooden tabletop, making a very slight "click".She leaned against the head of the bed, her gaze lowered, falling on her well-jointed fingers resting on the thin gray quilt.The morning light moved another inch, making her fingertips almost transparent, and the light blue blood vessels under the skin could be seen.The air in the room seemed to…
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Chapter 54 The morning light is not the kind that bursts out in a sudden burst, but very slowly and carefully, seeping out bit by bit from behind the stubborn lead-gray clouds on the eastern skyline.First it was a very light, almost invisible gray, then smudged with a faint fish belly white, and finally a few wisps of thin, almost transparent golden light leaked out, silently climbing up the window sill of the high-rise dormitory of the graduate apartment, climbing over the edge of the plain curtains, and…
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Chapter 53 Ling Xueqing's breathing gradually became long and even, and the painful wrinkles between her eyebrows were finally smoothed away by sleep.The cold edge of the antipyretic patch on my forehead glowed with a moist glow under the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp.Her cheeks were still sickly red, but her sleeping face showed a rare and unguarded softness, and her thick eyelashes cast quiet fan-shaped shadows under her eyes. Ye Qiulan sat on the chair beside the bed, not daring to move for…
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