My Sister is Very Obsessive

When I stood in front of the school library, I was really amazed by this magnificent and classical building.

Nine white marble pillars are lined up, the bright glass curtain wall reflects the sun's rays, and on the white marble steps, there are students walking in a hurry with books in their arms.

After entering the library, I immediately felt a chill.

On the top of the empty hall, the diffuse reflection of sunlight through the frosted glass makes the entire library bright and unusual, and in the center of the hall is a circle of counters with computers, and some men and women who look like students are using it quietly. The computer searches the collection of books in the library.

Then there is the surrounding area. There are rows of seats around the wall. Some students are sitting and reading, and a few are playing with their mobile phones.

But overall, compared with the outside, the atmosphere inside the library is still very peaceful.

I went to the computer desk in the center, and checked the library's book collection through the school library page displayed on the computer.

After turning off the computer, I started wandering aimlessly among the bookshelves, taking out a book from time to time, flipping through it and putting it back in place.

Because the school has not issued campus cards for our newly enrolled students, so I can't borrow the books here. As for sitting here and reading for an afternoon, I have no plan for the time being.

I wandered to the back of a certain bookshelf and took out a copy of "Song Poetry Appreciation" as I did before. Before I opened the book, I was attracted by the surprised pretty face on the opposite side.

I smiled at the girl across from me,

"Miss Qianqian."

The girl put away her surprise, then smiled at me, and walked around the bookshelf and came to my side.

She looked left and right before asking,

"How did you get here? Where's your sister?"

"She went back to the dormitory. I was bored and ran over to have a look. I didn't expect you to be here."

Sun Jueqian gently hooked the blue silk on her cheek behind her ear,

"If I have nothing to do on weekdays, I will soak in the library."

"Does Sister Qianqian like reading books?" I asked curiously.

"It's alright. When I was bored alone, I followed my grandfather to read to pass the time. After a long time, I developed the habit of reading."

I nodded and looked at the thread-bound version of Traditional Song Poetry she was holding, and asked curiously,

"Can Miss Qianqian understand this traditional Chinese?"

Sun Jueqian modestly shook the book in his hand,

"We study Chinese and Western medicine, and the school specially opened an ancient medical text. You can understand it when you learn it."

I nodded, and then sadly found that I couldn't find the topic...

Sun Jueqian is not the kind of girl who talks a lot, so we just stood side by side in such an embarrassing way.

After being silent for a long time, we turned our heads to look at each other at the same time, and then smiled at each other because of the tacit understanding that came from nowhere.

"that…"

We spoke at the same time.

"You speak first!"

Again in unison.

I thought that this kind of dialogue between male and female protagonists could only appear on TV, but I didn't expect that I would encounter it today.

They all turned their heads and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Let me talk about it first!" Sun Jueqian smiled and said, "How about I show you around. I grew up here and am very familiar with it."

"Okay!" I also smiled and nodded. It's better to hang out with a quiet and beautiful girl than to hang out alone.

So, the two of us walked among the bookshelves and chatted happily in a low voice. Of course, most of the conversations were about the library and books.

"By the way, I remembered what you wanted to say just now?"

"What?" I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered that because of the awkward atmosphere, I wanted to say go first, but now, it's obviously not necessary.

"Did you forget it so soon?" Sun Jueqian smiled slightly. "Forget it, let's go to the next level. Most of the above are Western philosophies. Of course, most of the Western philosophies are German philosophies."

"I don't read much about philosophy. I've only read the more famous ones, and they're still rough."

Indeed, for philosophy, it is really too brainy, I still like to read some books that are relatively simple and do not require too much dialectical thinking.

"I didn't read much. Because of my grandfather, I took a closer look at Marxist philosophy and political economy. I only took a cursory look, but scientific socialism is worth a look. I recommend it to you now."

I nodded. I grew up listening to Marxism since I was a child, but I have never read books about Marxism seriously. It seems that I should find some time to study it carefully.

After visiting the first layer of philosophy, we continue to go up,

I picked out a photo album and looked through it. It was about some landscape photos of famous mountains and rivers in my country, with the shooting time and photographer, as well as the awards that the photo won.

Sun Jueqian leaned a step closer to me, leaned over his head and read it with me.

Smell the refreshing fragrance around me, I still enjoy it.

"Do you like looking at photography?"

she asked suddenly.

"It's okay, I don't have time to look at it, and I may not be able to find a professional photographer's framing angle when I go there, so I slowly fell in love with watching some landscape photography albums."

The girl nodded again and again,

"By the way, your sister and I are both members of the school photography club. Would you like to join?"

After speaking, she looked at me expectantly.

"Also."

Since my sister is here, I naturally have nothing to refuse.

"My family also has some photos of the club going out to collect the wind. If you have the opportunity to come to my house with your sister, I will show you!"

"Thank you so much then!"

The girl blushed and waved her hand.

"By the way, there are books on Chinese painting and oil painting upstairs, and there are some miscellaneous books on comic techniques on the top floor. Would you like to take a look?"

I took out my phone and checked the time. It wasn't five o'clock, so I nodded.

Compared with realistic oil paintings, I prefer freehand Chinese paintings. The style of simple and elegant, and the brushstrokes are not well thought out. Between the few strokes, it gives people infinitely distant reverie and speculation. This kind of aftertaste is not something that oil painting can bring.

Gu An's "Pictures of Beautiful Stones", Feng Wan's "Pictures of Qingji in Spring Mountains", and Lu Guang's "Views of Xianshan Towers", I just glanced at them, and I couldn't help but imagine myself jumping in. In the world in the painting, you can swim freely among the quaint landscapes.

"Do you like landscape painting?"

I nodded and closed the book,

"I liked it when I was very young. I remember reading "Little Tadpoles Looking for Mother" at that time, and I still twisted my mother to learn ink painting."

"and after?"

"Later, it's gone." I shook my head with a smile, "but I still remember all the scenes in "Book from the Sky", especially Dansheng recruited swallows through "Book of the Sky" and ate all the locusts Then, it rained again, and the world was full of life. The water droplets on the lotus leaves fell into the pond, the frogs jumped into the water, and the drooping willows did not have the clear leaves as in the photos, but... An indescribable mood..."

Sun Jueqian stood silently by the side, listening to me earnestly with a smile on his face.

"Sorry," I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't expect that I would say it in one breath for so long.

With a warm smile on her pretty face, she gently shook her head,

"Why do you say sorry? I like to hear it. No one has ever told me about childhood. You are the first. I thought that everyone's childhood should be the same as mine, reading books, reading books, or reading books."

I smiled,

"My childhood was also very heart-wrenching. My sister would get into trouble every three days. I don't know how many times I've been blamed for her."

When I say these words again, my heart is full of nostalgia, but my face is full of laughter and helplessness.

Just when I put the picture album in my hand back on the bookshelf, there was a buzzing sound around me, and I turned to look at the girl beside me.

At this moment, her beautiful eyes were out of focus and looked at me blankly.

"Sister Qianqian, your phone is ringing."

"Oh!" Sun Jueqian didn't know what he was thinking just now. After I reminded him, he suddenly came back to his senses. He quickly took out the phone with the light pink casing in his pocket, glanced at the screen, and smiled awkwardly.

"My grandma."

After speaking, she pointed to the window next to her, and I nodded.

After more than a minute, she walked back with a helpless face.

"Grandma asked your sister and you to come to my house for dinner tonight."

"This...not so good!"

"It's nothing, she's like this, she likes how lively the family is, so just come."

"Then I have to go back and change clothes first."

"Okay, I'll go to the dormitory first. When you come to Dongsi, we'll go back together."

go back together? I feel that this is a bit ambiguous, but Sun Jueqian didn't think much about it, so naturally I shouldn't have such or that out of place thoughts.

The elder gave it, but I didn’t dare to say no, so I nodded and agreed.