Chapter 394:

The English-Chinese Dictionary Xiaoqiu didn’t look at it, only picked up the small red book that only had the size of her palm, and looked at it--
"Lecture card of the Beijing University Library?!" Xiaoqiu can't believe it. Jingda Library, how many people want to learn what they want to study, she can have her own loan card... Yes, it is her, the end of the card is written with her name: Wang Xiaoqiu.
"I am just ready to give a new student a card, I will find someone to do it for you!" Song Xiucheng said casually, but I also know that ordinary people can't do it. Otherwise, the Jingda Library has long been smashed.
When Liao Chen didn't know when he entered the West Wing, he just came back and smiled and handed a dictionary-sized paper box to Xiaoqiu: "There are people who sent the manual pen and the borrowing card, I will send a vulgar Let's go!"
Look at the size of this carton, it should not be a watch... Xiaoqiu does not hide his curiosity, open it directly, and then smiles and takes out a black-handed thing of the palm of the hand and shook it to Song Xiucheng, with a look of pride: ,look!"
At the beginning, I bought the tape recorder in the name of listening to the song, but it was strictly controlled by Song Xiucheng. I only listened to English and I was not allowed to listen to those ‘靡靡之音’.
Today, Liao Chen unexpectedly sent a new mini-recorder, although it can not be compared with the later mp3mp4, but it is very close to the cassette player. Such a miniature recorder, even in the 1990s, is out of date!
Wu Ge took a seat in Xiaoqiu. The first time from Xiaoqiu’s hand, the Walkman recorder was picked up. He held a few moves on the palm of his hand. After pressing the play button, the fresh and bright folk music was refreshing. Followed by, Qiyu’s penetrating voice sounded: Don’t ask where I am from, my hometown is far away, why is it wandering, wandering far away...
The familiar melody of "Olive Tree", the clear and ethereal mood, let everyone in the audience listen to focus, forget to eat, and forget to speak.
Until the end of the song, Xiao Qiuqiu pressed the stop button and looked up at Liao Chen. He couldn’t help but smile and bend his eyebrows: "This song is really nice!"
Different from Deng Lijun's sweet and soft, Qi Yu's style is more and more depressing... If you compare Teresa's song to a glass of wine and make people addicted, then the song of Qi Yu is tea, a little bit a bit pale, but far away It is evocative.
Before joking with Xiao Yan, I liked Deng Lijun. At this time, I heard Qi Yu’s singing voice. Xiao Qiu suddenly discovered that this was what she wanted.
Liao Chen smiled comfortably: "She is a singer in Taiwan, named Qi Yu. This is her just released album, the name is this song, "Olive Tree."
What he did not say is that he also likes the song of Qi Yu.
He first bought a micro-recorder, but the cassette was accidentally heard. After chasing people for two streets, they bought it from the hands of the people. This tape took twenty dollars.
Wu Ge and Qin Hao looked at each other and saw a little bit of luck in the eyes of the other party. Wu Geqing fortunately went to a friendship store for a while, and Qin Hao was glad that he went to the junk market.
The two also took out the gifts one after another. Wu Ge took out a pair of beautiful leather rests, white Mary Jane flat heel shoes, and the toe cap was decorated with a very small bow of the same color.
Xiaoqiu was happy to pick up, and the eyebrows bent to thank Wu Ge.
What Qin Lan took out was a stone sarcophagus, all the way to the shape, the stone is delicate and smooth, but because it is a junk, the persimmon shape of the corner is a small piece, although not careful, not conspicuous, but After all, it is a defect. Therefore, the quality of the downfall, the price is not expensive.
Xiaoqiu liked it all at once, and quickly put the shoes that Wu Ge sent to the side, took the stone shackles with both hands, and carefully looked at the Capricorn, and the fingers slammed through the broken part and made a slight meal.
Qin Hao did not want to hide this incompleteness, smiled and said: "After a long time, I feel that this is pleasing to the eye, or bring it back."
Xiaoqiu looked up and looked at the past. He was full of joy. He didn’t mind to say: "There is nothing to do with it. The key is that it has a relationship with me. I like it very much."
Watching Xiaoqiu hold a block of smashing and smiling, and throwing his shoes all the way, Wu Ge’s heart is sour and uncomfortable. At the same time, he is also secretly blaming Joe North for his ideas. He said that girls like beautiful clothes and shoes, but they don’t know that their family is different.
He will not ask this one later, and there is no reliable one.
In view of the school opening the next day, after dinner, everyone sat down and sat down. Wu Ge Qin Yu left home and left before Wu Gexiao Xiaoqiu: "Tomorrow we will come early in the morning, you are waiting for us."
Xiaoqiu wants to say that they don't have to hurry early. The road to school is not far away. She has also been there. It takes ten minutes to ride a bicycle. There is no need to let them both take the road to pick her up. However, she knows more about Wu Ge's temper, and the decision is not easy to change. I simply don't say anything, just nod.
Nothing in one night, the next day, just dawn, Xiaoqiu woke up.
Looking up at the watch, it was less than six o'clock, and it was half an hour earlier than the time she usually got up. She smiled and shook her head. I didn't expect her old man to be excited because of school.
Since she woke up, she didn't want to lie down again, simply got up.
I just didn't expect that someone got up earlier than her. When I got out of the house, I saw the lights in the kitchen. Xiaoxiu Song Xiucheng was busy working inside.
"Small, you got up so early?" Xiaoqiu lowered his voice and greeted him, but after seeing a small squat under Song Xiucheng's hand, he cried in surprise. "Small, you got up early? It's great." I wash my hands to help you!"
Song Xiucheng looked back at Xiaoqiu and smiled. "I have packed more than half of it. It will be completed in a little while. You don't have to touch your hand. Go and see what you have used for school, but you haven't got it."
Xiaoqiu smiled and said: "Small, rest assured, I was ready yesterday, I ate it, and I can carry it on my back."
Saying, before Song Xiucheng talked, he quickly walked to the well platform, washed the water, and after a few minutes, washed his face, his hair was tied with a ponytail Xiaoqiu, and returned to the kitchen with a refreshing look.
Look at Xiao Yan is really almost finished, Xiao Qiu does not intervene in this, she began to prepare the soup base and ingredients.
Before she got the bone soup, she still had a big bowl. Anyway, Song Xiucheng knew her secret. Xiaoqiu didn’t hide it. She took out a porcelain pelvic soup and put it on the honeycomb stove to boil... ... Song Xiucheng, who is wrapped in a slap, sees Xiaoqiu’s big slamming out of the 'change' thing, very speechless, can not help but sound a reminder.
"You also pay attention to it..." Even if you are carrying your body, it is just too touching for him to make a pot of bone soup out of thin air!