It was already half a month later when Zhu Qingyan got home.
During this period, Murong Jing did not take the initiative to send her a message. Zhu Qingyan did not know what to say to her and was afraid of embarrassment. After hesitating several times, he still did not have the courage to take the initiative to send her a greeting message.
The two of them had just met by chance, and perhaps she asked for his contact information just out of social courtesy as an adult.
It's just one more person "lying down".
As soon as Zhu Qingyan opened the door with the key, Snowball was waiting at the door with his big fluffy tail erect. He meowed at her twice, then ran to the cat scratching board excitedly.
Her landlord, Aunt Chen, lived in the same residential complex as her, and she came to help her look after Snowball several times.
The house is as clean and quiet as before.
Zhu Qingyan couldn't help but take a look at the empty bedroom. Counting the days, Aunt Chen's niece should be here soon.
From now on I will have to live under the same roof with strangers.
Zhu Qingyan took a deep breath, took out the photocopied materials he brought with him from his suitcase, and then prepared to take a shower.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
She glanced at the surveillance camera and saw a red coat outside the door.
It’s the courier boy here.
Zhu Qingyan opened the door and the young man handed her a square, flat package, but the recipient's name and address were written on the waybill.
Zhu Qingyan was a little surprised and asked him if he had delivered it to the wrong building.
The courier boy lowered his head, confirmed the signature on the machine, and shook his head.
He said that the express was just delivered to Aunt Chen, but Aunt Chen said it was for Zhu Qingyan. It happened that the courier was coming to this building to deliver the goods, so he helped bring it over.
The courier confirmed the receipt and left. Zhu Qingyan stood at the door, opened the express package with confusion, and then was stunned.
This is a professional book on archaeology, with my signature and Professor Wang’s signature on the title page.
Isn't this the one that Murong Jing took before?
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in front of me.
"Excuse me, this is——"
Zhu Qingyan looked up suddenly and saw Murong Jing standing in front of him. He even suspected that he was seeing things.
Murong Jing was still wearing loose sportswear, a baseball cap, and a black backpack on her back.
She was also stunned when she saw Zhu Qingyan, but soon showed a happy expression.
"It's you!?"
Zhu Qingyan took a while to react and said blankly:
"You...are Aunt Chen's niece?"
How could there be such a coincidence in the world! ?
"It's me!" Murong Jing laughed.
"I'm coming to City C to work, and my aunt asked me to live here first.
She told me she would have a roommate, and I prepared a gift for her, but I didn’t expect it to be you!”
Zhu Qingyan hurriedly invited her in.
Murong Jing saw the book in her hand, touched the back of her head, and said a little embarrassedly:
"I heard from my aunt before that the girl living here is a very talented archaeologist, so I bought this book as a gift.
It just so happened that Professor Wang asked me to help the archaeological team. He seems to be quite famous, and you are also very capable, so I asked you to sign, thinking that my new roommate might like it.
Ahahaha, I didn't expect it was you... Look what happened, hahahaha!"
Snowball has been well socialized and is not afraid of people at all. When he saw Murong Jing, he even wagged his tail with joy.
"What a cute cat! Can I hug you?"
Murong Jing looked at Zhu Qingyan expectantly.
"Ah, of course you can!"
Murong Jing picked up Snowball.
"Hey hey hey, fix the cat, fix the cat~"
Even the sound was muffled.
No one can resist the temptation of cats, not even the chief instructor of the armed police.
Later, Zhu Qingyan found out that Murong Jing had average grades when she was in school. Although she is no longer working in self-media, she still plans to further her academic qualifications and study for a master's degree.
The school she had her eyes on was the university that Zhu Qingyan attended.
…
A week later.
The early morning sunlight shines through the window onto the flowers and plants on the living room balcony.
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