"Xu Yu, come and take a look at these headbands. They are so beautiful and not expensive."

Bai Yan was carefully selecting the headbands sold at the street stall, but Xu Yu was attracted by a book on the bookstall next to her.

This book is "Resident Evil". Xu Yu has read a little bit of this book before, because it was selling very well for a while. However, she flipped through a few pages and felt that the style was a bit dark and not suitable for her.

Let it go.

She thought Yu Dong's name sounded familiar before, but she just couldn't remember where she had heard it.

Seeing "Resident Evil" at this moment, Xu Yu suddenly remembered that the author of "Resident Evil" seemed to be also named Yu Dong. At that time, he heard many people mention this name.

Xu Yu leaned over and picked up "Resident Evil". The paper of the book was rough and the printing was blurry. It looked like a pirated copy. However, the content was correct. It was the same as the original version. The author's name was written under the title: Yu Dong.

Turn inside again and there is a brief introduction of the author.

"Yu Dong: Winner of the Galaxy Award and the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award, he is the author of "Resident Evil", "Second World", "Closed Loop", "One Day" and other works. Among them, "One Day" was adapted from a famous Hollywood movie..."

The introduction does not reveal much information, it is all about the works.

However, Xu Yu still saw familiar information at the end.

"The novel "Death of a Widow" was adapted into the movie "Soft Knife" by Zhang Yimou."

Xu Yu had seen the movie "Soft Knife". At that time, a lot of people watched the movie. All her female colleagues around her had seen it, and the response was very good.

And... Xu Yu looked at Bai Yan who was picking up her hair. Bai Yan had also watched the movie at that time and even cried while watching it.

But at that time, they all stared at the director and actors, and no one paid attention to who the original author was.

Is this Yu Dong the same person as Cheng Yanqiu’s fiancé?

The name Yu Dong sounds quite common, so it is not surprising that he has the same name. The author's introduction does not mention Yu Dong's personal information, not even whether he is a boy or a girl, or how old he is.

At first glance, no one would think that this would be a young man in his twenties.

Besides, Cheng Yanqiu’s fiancé doesn’t look like a writer.

Although Xu Yu didn't know what a writer should look like, she subconsciously thought that a writer shouldn't look like Cheng Yanqiu's fiancé.

Seeing that Xu Yu remained silent for a long time, Bai Yan raised her head and looked at her, "What are you thinking about? Reading?"

"Do you still remember that I said Yanqiu's fiancé's name sounded familiar today?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Xu Yu handed the book in his hand to Bai Yan, pointing to the author introduction on it, "Take a look."

Bai Yan quickly read it with a puzzled expression, and then pushed the book to Xu Yu, "It's impossible, there are too many people with the same name in the world. Besides, if he was really a great writer, Yan Qiu would have shown off to us long ago.

It’s over.”

"If it were you, you would definitely show off, but you don't know Yanqiu's character. She won't show off."

"Then it's not like I'm hiding it."

Bai Yan muttered. Although she said she didn't believe it, she still felt guilty in her heart.

What if it's true?

Once this idea arises, it is difficult to let it go.

Bai Yan took the book and asked the bookstall owner, "Boss, do you know about the author Yu Dong?"

The boss was smoking. He glanced at the book in her hand and said nonchalantly, "Yu Dong, who doesn't know that he is a great writer?"

"This...is it over?"

The boss sniffed and said, "This book costs five yuan a book."

Xu Yu understood the idea and took out five yuan and gave it to the boss, "We bought it."

After taking the money, the boss changed his smile and said, "Yu Dong, you are very famous in recent years. I heard that he is a university teacher and he is not very old."

"Male or female?"

"Nonsense, can a woman be called Yu Dong?"

"anything else?"

"what else?"

"What does Yu Dong look like and where does he teach?"

The boss took a puff of his cigarette and looked at Xu Yu and Bai Yan as if they were fools, "I've never seen him, how can I know what he looks like?"

"You--"

Bai Yan couldn't stand the anger and wanted to go up and argue with the boss, but Xu Yu grabbed him and said, "Well, I don't know what he looks like. You know where he teaches, right?"

The boss smiled and pointed at the newspaper shelf, "Have you seen the third issue of "Zhongshan" this year? Five yuan."

Bai Yan couldn't help it anymore, "Boss, don't think I don't understand. The price of "Zhongshan" is only four yuan."

"Four yuan then." The boss was easy to talk to.

"Let's go, I don't believe no one knows about it elsewhere." Bai Yan pulled Xu Yu to leave.

Xu Yu waved her hand, "Forget it, boss, here you go."

The boss took the five dollars with a smile, and then gave another dollar in change, "Here, here is your dollar, and this magazine is yours."

Taking the magazine, Xu Yu asked: "Boss, can we talk now?"

The boss laughed and said, "Don't you have the answer?"

Xu Yu was stunned, quickly opened the magazine, searched in the catalog, and soon found Yu Dong's name.

It is an "Essay on the Cucumber Garden".

Cucumber Garden? It seems to be the Jinling Art Institute where Yanqiu is located. I heard Yanqiu mention it before.

Xu Yu looked at the words "Cucumber Garden" in a daze, and Bai Yan snatched the magazine from her hand: "What's wrong?"

…

The professionals Yu Dong found were good, but in the end they did not go to the stores he mentioned, but instead wandered around Lanzhou University.

Everyone says that student business is easy because there is a lot of traffic, things sell quickly, and many students are not picky.

But everyone knows that a business that is easy to do will gradually become difficult to do as time goes by.

When catering is provided next to the school, the price cannot be expensive and the taste must be decent. The reason why students are not picky is because many times students do not have a choice. Once they have a choice, no one will be picky.

It was Cheng Yanqiu's suggestion to go shopping around Lanzhou University.

They arrived at Lanzhou University at around three o'clock. It was not the time to eat at this time, so the two of them held hands and walked around the campus.

The feeling on Jinyi Yama Road is a little different from that on Landa Yama Road. No one knows them here. People who pass by occasionally look over and think they are students of our school.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lanzhou University has developed well in recent years, from the inside out. It is among the best in the country in terms of hardware facilities and academic level.

The academic level will not be felt for a while. When you are in it, the most noticeable thing is that the school is very big. It is so big that the two of them hold hands and walk without knowing where they are going. The main reason is that the two of them are in Jinyi

I am used to rolling on the road, but suddenly I came to the rolling road in Lanzhou, which was really strange.

Although it is summer vacation, there are still many students in Lanzhou University. Even when the two of them passed by a teaching building just now, they could still hear the sound of classes coming from inside.

"Don't you think it's interesting to take a walk here?"

Cheng Yanqiu walked up to Yu Dong, put his hands behind his back, faced Yu Dong face to face, and walked back.

Before Ban Dong could reply, she continued: "When we were at Jinyi, everyone knew us, and students would come over to say hello from time to time. But it's different here, no one knows us, which makes me feel like we are students of this school.

.We are not teachers, and you are not a famous writer. We are just two ordinary students, thinking about studying and falling in love all day long."

"Every night before I close my eyes and go to bed, the last thing I think about is you. When I open my eyes in the morning, the first thing I think about is you."

Yu Dong smiled, went over and grabbed Cheng Yanqiu's hand, "Let's go!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Going to be a student?"

As Yu Dong pulled Cheng Yanqiu like this, a middle-aged man walked in front of him. He wore thick glasses and had a stocky build. He was about forty years old and looked like he should be a teacher.

"Hello, teacher." Yu Dong bent down and shouted, then pulled Cheng Yanqiu.

Cheng Yanqiu involuntarily bent down and shouted: "Hello, teacher."

The male teacher glanced at the two of them and didn't recognize who they were, but still responded with a smile, "Hello."

"It's always hard work." Yu Dong shouted again.

Cheng Yanqiu, like a repeater, also shouted: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher."

"It's not hard, it's not hard."

After Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu left, the male teacher scratched his head and wondered what was going on. Had he taught these two students before?

Along the way, when Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu saw someone who looked like a teacher, they bent down and shouted: "Hello, teacher."

After calling about a dozen people, the two of them held hands and ran to the roadside, holding back their laughter, and found a place to sit down.

Cheng Yanqiu patted his chest, his face turned red, "I'm so nervous."

Yu Dong smiled and said, "What's so stressful about this? It's not a shameful thing to say hello, teacher."

"Anyway, I'm just so nervous and afraid of exposing my secret."

After a while, when Cheng Yanqiu was almost calm, Yu Dong pulled Cheng Yanqiu back again.

"What are you doing this time?"

"Still be a student."

The two walked to the teaching building they passed just now. Yu Dong stood downstairs and listened for a while, determined the direction, then pulled Cheng Yanqiu up to the second floor, and walked into a classroom where classes were in progress through the back door.

"What was the last essay question in science last year, do you all remember it? What was it...don't remember? Didn't you even read the real question that just came out, or have you forgotten it? In July 1949, U.S. Secretary of State Acheson
To be continued...