Chapter 27 (2/2)

Zhang Yang sighed and stood up, put the book back on the

bookshelf and stepped out from the library. He did not want to spend a minute

with any other woman as he feared the evil mind inside his brain would again

take control of his body.

“Stop!”

Zhang Yang was walking to the door when suddenly a cold and

detached voice yelled.

“Ah …” Zhang Yang forcibly stopped his footsteps, turned

around and was astounded to look at the old maid leaning over the desk to

arrange some books.

“There’s some bread and water, you take it and it’s not to

be taken as a precedent (#idiom: not to be repeated). The old maid didn’t lift

her head as she pointed to a small cupboard next to the desk.

Zhang Yang was originally surprised, but in his heart he

suddenly felt a warmth, a kind of extremely familiar feeling spread through his

blood vessels. When the bookstore owner realized that he hadn’t eaten anything,

he said this sentence and this women also used the same sentence with the same

expression full of cold and unconcern but Zhang Yang clearly understood that

only those who is really paying attention to a person, or who cares about the

person’s time will be concerned about the other party not having a meal.

“Thank You.”

Zhang Yang hesitated a little to pick up the bread and water

while walking out, and yet from the beginning to the end the old maid did not

speak a word.

Looking at Zhang Yang disappear from the doorway, Du Xue holding

the food in her hands, with eyes full of tears turned around. She had specially

come to give Zhang Yang the cake but to one’s surprise Zhang Yang did not spare

her sensibilities even to a slightest degree and would rather eat the old maid’s

bread than to eat what she’d brought.

…..

Looking at Du Xue, an old man sighed and walked from behind

the old maid’s desk, he was the retired Harvard professor. He came almost every

day in the library waiting for Zhang Yang, but he was disappointed that Zhang

Yang seemed to have lost interest in mathematical calculations, and the books

that he read today did not consist of a single Math book at all.

“Why don’t you tell him to not to scribble on the books?”

“There’s no need, I’m free anyway.”

The old maid was still very busy, if Zhang Yang was to see

this then he would be extremely surprised, because, the old maid’s desk was

piled up with books and periodicals that he read and also on the above, a

number of notes and annotations that he unconsciously made with a pen.

Now, the old maid was in the process of conscientious use of

chemical pharmaceuticals to remove those handwritings with extremely careful

devotion.

“He is a genius!” said the old professor.

“Yes, he is a genius, so I cannot disturb him to read.” The

old maid carefully put a book aside. It seemed that her workload today was

still very large, because looking at the number of the books acc.u.mulated, she

hadn’t even finished the half of it.”

“Well ……., are you going to stay in this library forever?”

The old professor hesitated to ask.

“If he doesn’t come, I’ll stay here forever.”  The old maid’s voice was so gentle that if

Zhang Yang were to see, he would be really surprised. The face which usually

looked cold and detached actually looked flushed as if a young girl was embarra.s.sed

to yearn for love in spring time.

“Ah ..” The old professor sighed and left.

“I’m sorry!”

Watching the old professor’s stoop and h.o.a.ry figure disappear

in the doorway, the old maid murmured with a look of apology.

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