"How do you know your home is close to mine?" Ruan Xiang was a little curious.

"The departure point of this bus is our town." Li Jianghe tried his best to suppress his charming thoughts and raised the "Harvest" in his hand. "I started reading it when I got on the bus, and now I have only read half of the first novel.

After all, our homes are indeed quite close."

Li Jianghe thought that he had been immune to female sex for so many years, but he didn't expect such a beautiful woman to sit next to him, and he was still a little at a loss.

In fact, it’s no wonder.

He didn't fall in love before because he was afraid that his poor family background would delay other girls, and at that time he was focused on studying. After all, only by getting admitted to a good university can he be better able to take on the responsibilities of the family after graduation, and even achieve a well-off life.

But now that he has entered Yingtian University, which is ranked among the top ten in the country, he has some confidence in the future. In addition, Ruan Xiang's family background is not much different from that of Li Jianghe, and she is a beautiful female academic leader. If he has no idea

, that is abnormal.

In the past, beauties were like flowers separated by clouds. There was the long blue sky above and the waves of the Lu River below. How could Li Jianghe dare to be tempted by her?

Goethe said it best: "What boy is not passionate, and what girl is not pregnant?"

"Harvest", Ruan Xiang recited it lightly, then bent his eyes into small crescents and smiled: "I didn't expect that you are still a literary young man."

"I have wanted to be a writer since I was a child." When talking about books, Li Jianghe's body, which had been a little tense, slowly relaxed.

Ruan Xiang looked at the book "Harvest" placed on Li Jianghe's lap, tilted his head and asked, "Can you show me this?"

She didn't ask questions such as why don't you study literature, because the answer was certain for students like her and Li Jianghe.

The weather was very hot, and Ruan Xiang was wearing cheap sandals, the buckles of which were worn to the white color of raw materials, but even whiter were her feet, with her ten crystal toes moving restlessly.

Li Jianghe blushed a little again.

"Then lend me this book to read, Li University Master." Ruan Xiang found that Li Jianghe was dazed, but he still didn't know the reason why he was so distracted, so he pushed him gently: "Is this book good?"

"Ah, this book is very white, ah no, this book is very beautiful." Li Jianghe felt like jumping out of the window and running away, he was too embarrassed to even raise his head.

Ruan Xiang was also stunned for a moment, and then she realized why the book was so white. She spat softly and took the magazine away from Li Jianghe's lap: "You are also a little girl, you must have poked a lot of girls.

"

Xiaoliusi means little hooligan in Yingtian dialect. When pokeji is connected with a girl, it means a bit of teasing.

It's also interesting to speak Yingtian dialect. It doesn't have the you-and-me-none-some feeling of common southern dialects, but it's very tough.

But Ruan Xiang's voice was too soft, and such tough words sounded a bit flirtatious in her mouth.

Li Jianghe scratched his head and was too embarrassed to talk, so he could only continue reading.

As soon as he started reading, Li Jianghe's heart calmed down.

"Book of Foreign Affairs" is a very worthwhile and thoughtful article, but if it were published now, it would probably be scolded by some people because of the "stereotype" of women in it.

Writers like Zhang Wei's generation were more or less self-confident about their responsibility to society, and their articles were thick and poetic. It took them six years to write a novel of less than 200,000 words.

The bus drove slowly and swayingly. When Li Jianghe finished reading "Books from Other Provinces", he was still far away from the school.

He looked at the catalog. The next article was "Female Prisoners" by Chen Jinsong. He had never read this author before. Li Jianghe was going to relax his eyes a little before continuing to read.

When he came back to his senses from the book, he remembered that the flower of the School of Economics and Management was sitting next to him.

Li Jianghe stretched his neck and leaned against the car window, pretending to look at the situation in the car. While looking around, he secretly glanced at Ruan Xiang.

The sun shines through the car window and the flying dust on Ruan Xiang's face. The redness of the blood vessels is faintly revealed in the fair skin. She is wearing an old white dress, and you can see her small and delicate collarbones, and further down...

....

If you go further down, you won’t be able to look at anyone who is being disrespected. Li Jianghe stopped his gaze in time.

His heart beat significantly faster. This feeling may not be called love, but just an instinctive reaction of a young virgin who has never been in love while sitting with a beautiful woman.

Li Jianghe shook his head and continued reading.

.......

"Yingtian is here, get out of the car quickly." The conductor with a loud voice opened the door. "Take care of your own things. If you lose them, don't come looking for me."

Li Jianghe and Ruan Xiang returned to school together as a matter of course.

Ruan Xiang didn't take anything, just a small bag.

The two of them just wanted to take more, but there weren't that many clothes to take.

In the spirit of a gentleman, Li Jianghe sent Ruan Xiang back to the dormitory building before returning to his own dormitory.

Liu Junhua, the sixth child in the dormitory, came back a little earlier than Li Jianghe. In his own words: "At home, my parents have to make me read more, study more, and do housework. How can I be as comfortable as going to school?"

When Liu Junhua went to college, he was free of rein. After only one month in school, he already had five martial arts novels piled on his bedside.

In addition to Liu Junhua, the sixth child, Wang Yunli, the second child, Li Jianghe, the third child, and Tao Zhuoran, the fourth child, there are also the eldest brother Qi Zhiyu, whose parents work in the government, and the fifth child Guo Ce, a basketball boy from an average family but better than Li Jianghe.

.

The six of us have a pretty good relationship.

"Third brother, you are back very early." Liu Junhua, who was lying on the bed reading martial arts novels, stretched out his head from the bed and said hello to Li Jianghe.

"It's boring to be at home, why not hang out more at school." Li Jianghe replied, imitating Liu Junhua's tone.

They chatted one after another. Taking advantage of the good sunshine, Li Jianghe took out the quilt and pillow to bask in the sun.

At this time, there were already young couples on the playground who had returned early, holding hands and walking around the track, approaching each other from time to time to whisper.

Sometimes the boys tell some jokes, which make the girls laugh and chase them. The golden sunshine shines on the track and on them, giving them a very youthful feeling.

Li Jianghe went to the cafeteria to get dinner, including Liu Junhua's share.

"Lao Liu, if you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were just like Qiu Qianchi, just eat some dates." Li Jianghe put two portions of fried rice on the table, and the one with eggs and sausage belonged to Liu Junhua.

"Why Qiu Qianchi, call me Zhang Wuji." Liu Junhua got down from the upper bunk and put his hand on his head: "I just don't know where my Minmin, Xiaozhao, and Zhiruo are. Alas, I am as lonely as snow."

...

On the branches under the moonlight, Li Jianghe felt a little sleepless.

The ten crystal-clear toes and the fluttering old white sarong always appeared in his mind. Sometimes he regretted it: Why didn't he just look at you?
Chapter completed!