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Chapter 21 The windows on the west side of the library show an almost stagnant silence that is different from that on weekdays on Sunday afternoon.The angle of the sunlight is lower, and the golden color is mixed with more orange, making the shadow of the camphor tree thin and long, almost spanning the entire reading area.There were very few people. There were only two students lying in the far corner who were probably catching up on their sleep due to last night's party, and a gray-haired old professor…-
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Chapter 20 The shadow of the old dormitory building in the West District shortened into a mass of ink stains stuck to the wall in the afternoon sun.The plastic bag in Ye Qiulan's hand swayed slightly with her footsteps, and the corners of the medicine box occasionally rubbed together to make a slight sound, like a monotonous beat that reminded her of the direction of her return.The bus stop is opposite the west gate of the dormitory area. There are not many people waiting for the bus on weekends. A few…
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Chapter 2 The drop of liquid did not fall after all. Ye Qiulan's fingertips trembled slightly, moved the pen tip to the spare tissue, and gently tapped away the excessive fullness.His movements returned to smoothness, as if the moment of stagnation just now was just an illusion created by light and shadow.She leaned forward again and turned her attention to another damage in the ancient book.It's just the pale pink that hasn't faded away at the base of the ears, like the light rouge accidentally dripped…
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Chapter 19 The cafeteria was bustling with noise at noon, and the heat of the food and the voices of people mixed together into a warm background.Ye Qiulan and Ling Xueqing were sitting at a small square table in the corner by the window, with two simple dishes and one soup in front of them.Ye Qiulan ate a little absentmindedly, playing with the rice in the bowl unconsciously with his spoon.The matter of getting medicine at the school hospital was ordinary in itself, but Ling Xueqing's offer to accompany…
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Chapter 18 The morning light gradually creeps over the edge of the last page of the ancient book that needs to be smoothed.Ye Qiulan put down the warm agate stone, his fingertips numbing slightly from maintaining fine movements for a long time.On the opposite side, Ling Xueqing also finished the work at hand and returned the lining paper and tools one by one.The ancient book is now spread out on a special repair mat. After several hours of rolling, most of the pages have returned to their proper flatness.…
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Chapter 17 When the morning light once again filtered through the gap between the camphor trees in the west window of the library, the ancient books covered with acid-free plywood were already lying quietly on the oak table, next to the prepared flattening tools, humidity regulators and various reinforcement materials.The cold touch left by the metal cabinet key that sealed the remaining pages yesterday seemed to still be vaguely left on Ye Qiulan's fingertips.She looked at the plywood, as if she could…
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Chapter 16 The sound of Ms. Chen's high heels hitting the ground completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, like a stone thrown into a deep pool. The ripples spread and then fell silent, leaving only the turbidity at the bottom of the water.The angle of the afternoon sun was lower, but most of the heat seemed to have been sucked away by the brief but intense conversation just now, and there was still a hint of stagnant coolness in the air. On the table, the yellow fragment closed by white tissue…
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Chapter 15 The afternoon sun was like molten amber, visibly splashing on the oak tabletop, the open ancient books, the fragments of yellow loose pages carrying ugly secrets, and also splashing on the two hands that were tightly intertwined and had not been separated for a long time.Ling Xueqing's palms were warm, and the fingertips were dry and stable with thin calluses left by years of holding pens and touching precision tools.Ye Qiulan's fingers were cold and trembling at first, but now they gradually…
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Chapter 14 The air seemed to be drawn thinner by the fragile fragments of the page.The pre-noon sun scorched the oak tabletop, illuminating the corners of the yellow paper spread out on the white cotton paper. The irregular fibers on the edges were rough, like an old scar that had just condensed but was still painful. Ye Qiulan's eyes moved from the corner of the paper back to the blurry ink mark deep in the gap in the ancient book.The half-sentence interpreted by Ling Xueqing - "My father and brother…
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Chapter 13 In the humid morning light, the crisis of the cinnabar mark had just been resolved by the temperature and absolute precision of Ling Xueqing's palm.There was still a hint of coolness after the panic in the air, mixed with the faint, slightly pungent smell of solvent.Ye Qiulan regained his grip on the bone knife, and the trembling in his fingertips had subsided, replaced by a tempered, colder focus.She leaned forward, breathing very lightly, and traced the blade just outside the tiny edge of the…
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