The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 11

He Nian stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at it in fascination. The warm wall lamp gave his slightly raised face a faint halo, making him look peaceful and beautiful.

The collection of books is very extensive, including Chinese literature, Western economics, novels, art, and even recipes for cooking and soup.

It is simply a spiritual refuge.

"Mr. Chu, have you read all these books?" He Nian was a little excited and said with a happy ending.

"Absolutely." Chu Xijin turned on the computer and clicked on the work file.

"Everyone who saw it left notes."

In the New Year, my admiration for Chu Xijin silently took another step forward, and finally my eyes fell on Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude, a pure English version.

He stepped on his feet to get the book, and a tall figure appeared behind him. Chu Xijin looked down at him:

"This one?"

He Nian nodded sheepishly: "Well, thank you." Then he carefully hugged the book and ran to the desk by the window.

Chu Xijin wiped his glasses and started to work.

A pure English version is a challenge.

But He Nian has been fond of foreign languages since he was a child and is very talented in languages. In addition, he studies seriously. Except for some uncommon professional terms, he can read everything else smoothly.

There are Chinese annotations on the paper pages. The handwriting is strong and beautiful, and it penetrates the back of the paper. It was written with a pen, and it looks like it is old.

He Nian couldn't help but reach out and cover it, gently rubbing the raised part with his fingertips.

Time passed by unknowingly.

He Nian moved and his neck felt a little sore. He raised his head and yawned.

Take a sneak peek by the way.

Chu Xijin leaned on the sofa chair, his gaze behind the lenses firmly fixed on the computer, immersed in it and not allowed to be disturbed.

After a while, the serious working man seemed to have noticed the peeping gaze, and suddenly turned his head, his eyes sweeping out from the end of his eyes.

Their eyes collided, and He Nian was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and opened the bottle of milk, and took a sip. The corners of his mouth were stained with milky white. He licked his lips and lowered his head to continue reading.

I don't know if it's the milk that helps me sleep. He Nian feels more and more sleepy, but Mr. Chu is still working.

He leaned on the tatami, his blinking frequency slowed down, his eyelashes connected and separated, closed and then separated...

Very sleepy.

After a while, the eyelashes came together quietly.

Half an hour later, Chu Xijin finished processing the last email and closed the computer. It was already half past twelve. He stood up and walked gently to the tatami.

He Nian wore his shirt, which was a little too wide. The hem covered his thighs, making the person under the shirt even more thin.

Under the light, the two slender legs dazzled in white, stimulating the optic nerve.

The person on the tatami was sleeping soundly, his black hair was a little frizzy, and his cheeks and neck were glowing with a healthy light pink.

Chu Xijin moved his Adam's apple, took out the book One Hundred Years of Solitude, closed it and put it aside.