An empty and old wallet

This time, Chen hansheng did not call Wang Zibo along to return to Jian 'e. He took the long bus alone for more than five hours. It was already past six O' clock in the evening when they arrived at the school.

The sky was gloomy, and it was drizzling. Although it wasn't heavy, it was uncomfortable to feel sticky all over.

Chen hansheng cursed in his heart. Jianmo was like this. When it rained, the historical atmosphere of the ancient capital of the six dynasties would fill the air. It could not be caught or seen, but it could always be felt.

When he was in a good mood, he could even compose a poem;When one was in a bad mood, it would only add to the loneliness.

Chen hansheng ran back to the dormitory in the rain. When he passed the library, he suddenly saw a familiar figure and shouted, ""Stop!"