A group of girls in pleated skirts were discussing whether to eat hot pot or skewers;

Looking around, there are steps everywhere, leading to the underground, underground;

The poster posted on the wall is a promotional poster for Songcheng’s ‘Last! Last Summer!’ music festival (it has ended, and it is the holiday in early October).

The background of the poster happens to be a small dock that suffered from sea ice in 1928, and is now a bustling international port.

The subway passing by has bright windows. Passengers are leaning against the door, lowering their heads and playing with their mobile phones. The interior of the car is like another world.

The three of them all felt as if they had just watched a three-hour movie, as if they were a lifetime apart.

"Well -" Li Qianxia stretched a lot, "Starting from tomorrow, continue to be a hot girl!"

"Hot girl, you are so hot." Li Changzhou said.

"Qinglan, he said dirty words!"

"This is your family matter."

"You take care of it first. You will have to take care of it sooner or later, right, brother? Are you willing to be taken care of by Qinglan?"

Li Changzhou: "..."

"Qian Xia, you are really smart." Yang Qinglan smiled.

"Even you scold me?! Brother, there is an outsider who dares to scold my sister who only you can scold!"

The three of them chatted and laughed, walked out of the subway station, walked back to Yanhe Road, and sat at Qinglan Bookstore until only street lamps and lights in the bookstore were left on the street.

Let’s talk about the gains this time, the mistakes this time, and the prosperity and suffering of that era.

"Let's rest." Yang Qinglan looked at the clock on the wall, it was twelve o'clock in the night.

"Yeah." The brother and sister responded.

Li Qianxia went to wash the cups and plates;

Li Changzhou held the book, and Yang Qinglan took the book he handed and put it back on the bookshelf.

"We go back to the past," Yang Qinglan said, holding "1928: Research on the Material Life of the Lower Class" in his hand, "It's like taking out a book from the bookshelf."

The book was put into {History-Xia Guoshi}.

Li Changzhou handed her the last book in his hand, "1928 in the Deep History".

"No matter how much we feel the same, a book is still a book, and history is history after all. We cannot change any detail in the book, nor can we change history."

Yang Qinglan caressed the cover, which showed cut-out photos of the Queen Mother, the Emperor, warlords, and foreigners in bright colors.

She raised her head and looked at Li Changzhou.

"You don't have anything to say?" she asked.

"I cherish the present more." Li Changzhou chuckled softly. The night was already deep.

This was one of the few times when he could look at her openly.

Yang Qinglan also smiled and put "1928 in the Deep History" into {History - History of the Xia Dynasty}, next to "1928: Research on the Material Life of the Lower Class".

The two of them looked at the books crowded together and were silent for a while. These histories already had real weight in their hearts.

Liyuan, Marshal's Mansion, pier, rickshaw, newsboy...

"I also thought of a metaphor." Li Changzhou's voice was as soft as a feather brushing his ears.

"Huh?" Yang Qinglan also lowered her voice.

"It's like a Ferris wheel," Li Changzhou looked at her face, which was half illuminated by the warm lamp of the bookstore. She was so beautiful, "The Ferris wheel can't go anywhere. It can go down wherever it goes up. The height is also limited, but at least we

I’ve been there and seen the scenery along the way, so it’s not meaningless.”

"You have good literary talent." Yang Qinglan laughed.

"You're kidding, Mingcheng is the top scholar in liberal arts. Next time I go to the Ming Dynasty, I will take the exam and let you be the top scholar's wife." Li Changzhou also smiled.

"Okay." Yang Qinglan pursed her lips, and her smile deepened.

"Then please help me find the test questions and papers for the Ming Dynasty imperial examination tomorrow."

"Nothing to show for it."

"This is called strategy."

"treacherous."

"A soldier never tires of deceit."

"It's an imperial examination, not a military examination, right?"

"It's all the same. I'm good at both civil and military skills, and I also work as a rapper part-time."

"Come on for a while." Yang Qinglan smiled.

Li Changzhou glanced at the kitchen and saw that Li Qianxia had not come out. He thought quickly and sang:

"Yo! My family lives in Mingcheng. I go to bed on time at 11 o'clock in the evening and drink a glass of milk before going to bed. I finally passed the law school, but I encountered a value game, Yeah~"

Yang Qinglan covered her mouth with the back of her right hand, her slender and graceful shoulders trembled, and she fell down on the bookshelf with a smile.

Li Changzhou was about to ask how he was doing with a smile when he suddenly felt something.

Glancing towards the kitchen, Li Qianxia was standing there with a look of disgust on her face... shaking off the water on her hand.
Chapter completed!