It was a gloomy snowy day. Although the outside was brighter because of the reflection of white snow, the room was dark.
Meng Zhiyu was too lazy to light a candle, so he simply sat on the kang, eating the snacks his partner had brought him, and looking for a book to read in the library.
The weather was gloomy, and Meng Zhiyu thought it was the best time to sleep or curl up in bed to read or watch TV. Finally, he chose a fantasy novel about a master-disciple love story from a bookshelf in the leisure and entertainment area.
Meng Zhiyu had thought that the weak heroine turned into a powerful goddess, and that the handsome master was cool and aloof from women, but when she opened the book, she found that the book she picked up was actually a gay novel.
Meng Zhiyu smirked. To be honest, her first gay novel was written by a poor student. She became addicted to it after reading it over and over again. In the end, she couldn't resist and bought the physical book. But now, she didn't know where it was lying.
Once it started, she couldn't stop reading it. It even surpassed her favorite novels with heroines and became the most popular genre in her mind.
Entertainment time always passes quickly, and the time spent reading novels passes even faster. Meng Zhiyu felt that she had just finished reading for a while when she heard Wangcai's reminder, "Host, it's already half past six, you should have dinner."
Meng Zhiyu pulled his consciousness out of the book and stretched comfortably. It was already dark outside.
She fumbled to light a candle, too lazy to light a fire, so she just bought a bowl of hot and sour noodles and a pizza in the mall, plus a cup of bubble milk tea, perfect.
After dinner, Meng Zhiyu opened the door and stretched his body briefly. Li Qingqing, who was also standing at the door, asked out of boredom, "You didn't sleep in the room all afternoon, did you?"
She was bored and wanted to chat with her, but when she saw that she had closed the door and the room was quiet, she thought she was sleeping.
"No, I knitted a sweater for a while and went to sleep in the afternoon." There was no sun today, and it got dark faster. In the afternoon, you couldn't see anything in the house without lighting a candle. This was all Meng Zhiyu could say.
Li Qingqing didn't doubt it and said "Oh". Meng Zhiyu glanced at the other two quiet rooms and asked, "Where are Sister Tingman and Brother Mu?"
"I heard that Sister Man and Brother Song went out. As for Brother Mu, Zhang Zhiqing came to look for him, and they left together and never came back."
Seeing that she was about to grow hair, Meng Zhiyu searched his mind for fun games he had played before. There was nothing that could be played alone, so he asked tentatively, "Do you like reading stories?"
Although it is a bit sensitive at this time, some books can still be read. Some sensitive books can be read secretly in private and it is okay if others find out.
Li Qingqing was probably so bored that when she heard Meng Zhiyu's question, her eyes sparkled and she asked, "Do you have a storybook?"
Looking at her excited expression, he said, "Yes, but you can't let others find out."
Li Qingqing nodded vigorously. "I will definitely not let anyone find out. I dare to come to your house and read secretly. If I get caught, I won't say that the book was given to me by you."
What should he do? After hearing what she said, Meng Zhiyu suddenly didn't want to give it to her anymore. But after all, he had already said it. If he regretted it later, wouldn't that be fooling her?
"Wait a moment, watch the door for me." Meng Zhiyu reminded her.
Li Qingqing stood in the yard and nodded seriously, "Don't worry."
Meng Zhiyu ran into the space, rummaged around, and filtered out fantasy, ancient apocalypse, and other genres. She finally chose a more conservative romance novel. She spent a gold coin, removed the cover, and printed it on the worst paper. She made sure there was no problem before leaving the space.
Although there was no one else in the yard except Li Qingqing, Meng Zhiyu still stuffed the book into his clothes, thinking it was better to be safe than sorry.
Walking into Li Qingqing's room with her, Meng Zhiyu stuffed the book into her hands in the dark. "Here, this is it. I just don't know if you like it."
Who cares whether she likes it or not? As long as she has a storybook to read, it's good enough. Li Qingqing held the book carefully, full of joy, "Thank you, Zhiyu. I'll treat you to some snacks later."
"Okay," Meng Zhiyu smiled seeing her happy, and before leaving, he reminded her again, "Put the book away for yourself and return it to me when you're done. If anything unexpected happens, just throw it under the kang and burn it. Do you understand?"
This book is not valuable. If it is gone, it will be gone. I can just print it again when the time comes. Safety is the most important thing at all times.
Li Qingqing was deeply moved after hearing this. She felt that Zhiyu was so good to her and watched her leave with tears in her eyes.
Because it was too dark in the room, Meng Zhiyu did not see her being moved. She returned to her room, blew out the candle, sat back on the kang, and continued to read her gay novel.
Once you enter a novel, it's like entering a deep ocean. When Meng Zhiyu came to his senses and looked at the time, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
She left the bed to wash up, then ran to the elephant house to exercise for half an hour, then took a hot bath in her own constant temperature farm, read a novel for a while, and didn't close her eyes until eleven o'clock.
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