"I just came back a few days ago and came to find a few books."

After a few greetings with Du Rong, Lin Chaoyang asked about his colleagues' recent situation again.

Director Xie Daoyuan retired a few years ago, and even his successor Zhuang Shoujing has retired. The current director is Lin Shidian.

Hu Wenqiong, an old colleague from the library, retired a few years ago. Tu Mansheng was transferred to the branch office. The old colleagues who were closer to Lin Chaoyang were still standing at their posts.

When he heard that Lin Chaoyang was going to borrow books, Du Rong took the book list in his hand and knocked it in front of the computer. While knocking, he saw that Lin Chaoyang's eyes were still lingering on the catalog cabinets.

She said, "Now it's all a decoration. With a computer, no one can use the request card."

As early as when Lin Chaoyang was working in the library, Yanda Library had already started the digitalization of book cataloging. To this day, most of the library's book retrieval has been completely operated by computers.

"The two books "Research on the Tang Dynasty's Vastuals" and "The Background of the An Lushan Rebellion" have not been returned yet," Du Rong said.

"It's okay, I'll just read a few books first."

Du Rong suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did you bring your book loan card?"

Lin Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Forget it. Forget it, I won't borrow it today, wait for me to go home and look through it."

"Don't let it go. I finally came here, how could I go back empty-handed?

Don’t say that my old colleagues don’t take care of you, I will use my library card to help you borrow it first, and I want to repay it!"

"Then I have to thank you."

The two of them said a few witty words, but Lin Chaoyang didn't have the nerve to borrow more, so he borrowed two books.

After borrowing the book, Lin Chaoyang saw that he was about to get off work and said, "Call Lao Zheng, I'll treat you two to dinner tonight."

Du Rong smiled and said, "It's not in vain to help you."

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Du Rong and Zheng Tongjiang got off work. The three of them came out of the library and walked towards the south gate of the school together.

It was rare for old colleagues to get together. Du Rong and Zheng Tongjiang both looked very happy. Speaking of the students who looked at Lin Chaoyang in the library just now, Du Rong said:

"Our library, you are such a famous person, over the years, and your popularity is really undeniable."

"Xiao Du, you are not realistic, and there is also a great man named Mr. Le Shouchang."

Zheng Tongjiang's words sounded like he was against Du Rong, but in fact he was digging a hole for Lin Chaoyang. He compared Huimu with the Great Man and Mr. Shouchang!

"I kindly invite you two to dinner, and I will be arranged by you."

Zheng Tongjiang Le Du Rong couldn't help laughing.

A few people went to the Changzheng Restaurant outside the South Gate. Lin Chaoyang hadn't eaten here for many years. When he entered the door, he found that the decoration had been completely renewed.

A few people sat in the hall, ordered a few dishes, talking and laughing.

Sanzheng Restaurant is one of the restaurants of Chang Kang, a student of Yan University who usually eats teeth and sacrifices to the factory. Most of the customers are Yan University students. Lin Chaoyang was recognized by the students at first sight.

These students were still very reserved when they were in school, but when they were outside the school, it was different.

Someone came up to talk for a few words, and saw that Lin Chaoyang had no airs, so he ran out to the book manager to buy books, intending to ask Lin Chaoyang for an autograph.

A student carried a camera with him and helped Lin Chaoyang take pictures of the porridge with the students.

After finally dealing with the students, Lin Chaoyang had time to sit on the pillow and eat.

Du Rongle and Zheng Tongjiang discussed the changes in Yan University’s students over the years. When they just reformed and opened up, Yan University’s students did not ask for autographs from others. They were all proud of themselves.

The two of them could only sigh that Yan Da’s food is really bad now. The Yan University students were all listening to reports from deputy G-level. They were just in college and could run for the special representative of the district’s National People’s Congress.

After inviting guests, Lin Chaoyang returned home and immersed his energy in the book.

After a few days like this, Chen Jiangong, Li Tuo, Zheng Wanlong and others gathered together for a long time and ran to Lin Chaoyang's house.

The famous day is to celebrate New Year's Day, but in fact it is to have a meal.

In recent years, Lin Chaoyang has been cooking pillows much less frequently than before, but his skills are not inferior to those days. Several people were full of oil in their mouths. After dinner, they spread it onto the chair and felt it was difficult to move the pillow.

"I'm so old! I've just eaten so many spoons. I feel that I'm not good at it."

"When I was young, I didn't have the conditions, even the beans seemed to be delicious. Now I have the conditions, but my appetite is not as good as before. Oh, it's a pity in life."

Friends are rarely together. After dinner, chatting, I feel very comfortable and regain a bit of the feeling I used to back.

Li Tuoxian was not lively enough, so he started to shake people by calling.

Zhu Wei, Yu Hua, and Chen Jianyu's friends in Yanjing called out, and it was already evening when everyone lifted it up.

Zhu Wei called Li Tuo and others not good enough, and after all the meal, they remembered Kang to call them.

"Is it panic? Chef is here, can you still keep hungry?"

Everyone immediately turned their eyes to Lin Chaoyang.

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "Catch the starving ghost who was reincarnated!"

He had no choice but to arrange food again. There were too many people in the evening, so he would definitely be too hot to cook and stew. Lin Chaoyang arranged to eat mutton hotpot, and this proposal was unanimously recognized by everyone.

The north wind outside the window was shouting, the weather was cold, but the room was as warm as spring. The color had oxidized into dark gold, witnessing the banquet it experienced at Lin Chaoyang's house.

The boiling water in the hot pot surging like waves, and the white steam stews. When you look closely, it turns out to be like the momentum of the white waves and turbid sky.

Unfortunately, this beautiful artistic conception lasted for more than ten seconds and was broken by the evil scene. Yu Hua pushed a plate of red and white mutton into the pot.

"Okay, OK, pick up the meat!"

A few of them were anxious, and they moved their chopsticks after just piling the mutton into a pot of dishes in three to five seconds. The others were brought by them and could only quickly pillow the chopsticks.

If you have fast hands, you will not have slow hands. Don’t worry if the meat is cooked or not, eat it first.

"You haven't had a meal for a few days, so you're here to fight Qiu Fengkang!" Lin Chaoyang said.

Everyone ignored his ridicule and was discussing that the meat of Lin Chaoyang's family was much more solid than that of Dong Kangshun.

People in Yanjing eat mutton hotpot, and the first recommended Dong Kangshun a few years ago.

However, Dong Kangshun has regressed a little in the past two years, mainly because the more public the service is, the more the service quality is not uniform. Especially the front door owner, it is almost exclusive to tourists, and the quality of mutton has greatly declined.

"Dong Kangshun is really not good now. But there is a Hongyuan shabu pork in the south gate. You can try it if you have time. It tastes good."

Chen Jiangong gave everyone a popular science. He is a heavy lover of mutton hotpot and is aware of these mutton hotpot restaurants in Yanjing.

Eating meat, drinking, chatting, and in the quiet night, only the joyful voices of everyone echoing.

After eating and drinking, Zhu Wei was arranged to go to the Kuaibi Keyou Garden to watch a movie.

Everyone came out of the room, Li Tuo walked slowly, and fell behind the factory with Lin Chaoyang.

It was very cold in the 39th century, and the coldness was irritating as soon as I went out, which made people feel excited. Li Tuo was dispelled a little while before he was not very drunk.

He looked at the sky, and I don’t know if it was because of the cold weather. A few cold stars were so bright that Li Tuo could see it.

"Do you want to be wise?" Lin Chaoyang asked him.

Li Tuo's eyes fell on the two bare French sycamore trees in the yard.

Lin Chaoyang used to worry that these two trees would not know when they were separated by wisdom, but he did not expect that they would live more and more in the past few years. Before spring and summer, their vitality was particularly vigorous.

Unfortunately, it is the middle of winter, and the old tree lice branches are extremely lonely.

Li Tuo sighed lightly and chanted, "Fifty-seven years of wind and frost, half of the tree's leaves stand in deep winter."

Lin Chaoyang patted Li Tuo on the shoulder, and he knew that Li Tuo was thinking of his deceased wife again.

In the face of Sanjiu's loneliness, can this moment of joy be considered wisdom?

"Where is the remnant leaf? To meet the situation, I will just copy it, right?"

Lin Chaoyang joked.

Li Tuo pretended to be relaxed and said: "It mainly depends on the artistic conception, but it is better to use 'late autumn'. Doesn't Alan Tam have a song? It's called "Love in Late Autumn"."

"It's all about pop songs, what other artistic conception do you want? Let's go and watch the movie!"
Chapter completed!