One day, Chen Jingrun eat lunch time, touch the head, oops, hair too long, should quickly go to straighten out, otherwise, people see, but also when they are a girl. So, he put down the rice bowl, and ran to the barber store.
There are many people in the barber store, everyone next to the order of haircut. Chen Jingrun took the sign is thirty-eight small sign. He thought: my turn is still early. Time is so precious ah, I can not be wasted. He rushed out of the barber store, found a quiet place to sit down, and then took out a small notebook from his pocket, memorizing foreign characters. He memorized for a while, and suddenly remembered that when he read the foreign language in the morning, there was a place he didn't understand. What you don't understand, you must understand it, this is Chen Jingrun's temperament. He looked at his watch, it was only half past twelve. He thought: first to the library to check, and then come back to haircut is not too late, stood up and left. Who knows, he was not gone long, it was his turn to get a haircut. The barber uncle called out loudly: "No. thirty-eight! Who is number thirty-eight? Come and get a haircut!" Think about it, Chen Jingrun is reading in the library, he can hear the barber uncle shouting number thirty-eight?
After some time, Chen Jingrun in the library, do not understand the things understand, which is happy to go to the barber store. But he passed by the foreign language reading room, there are all kinds of new books, can look good. He ran into the reading room again and read books until the sun went down, then he remembered the haircut. He touched his pocket, the thirty-eight small card is still lying well. But he came to the barber store and what use it, this number has long been out of date.
Chen Jingrun into the library, really like falling into the honey pot, how can not leave. But, another day, Chen Jingrun ate breakfast, take two steamed buns, a piece of pickles, to the library.
Chen Jingrun in the library, found a quiet place, seriously read a book. He saw until noon, felt a little hungry, so he took out a steamed bun from his pocket, nibbling on one side, while still reading.
"Ding零零......" the bell of the end of the day rang, the administrator shouted loudly: "Off duty, please leave the library!" People are gone, but Chen Jingrun did not even hear, still a hard in reading books na.
The administrator thought everyone had left the library, so he locked the library door and went home.
Time passed quietly, the sky gradually darkened. Chen Jingrun looked out the window and said in his heart: today's weather is really strange! A moment of sunshine, a moment the sky is cloudy. He pulled the light switch line, and sat down to read. Looking at, suddenly, he stood up. It turned out that he had been reading all day and had gotten the hang of it. Now, he has to rush back to the dormitory, the yesterday did not finish that topic, continue to do.
Chen Jingrun packed up the book, and headed out. The library is quiet, not a sound. Hey, where did the administrator go? How come the people who come to see the book is not one? Chen Jingrun looked at his watch, ah, it is already more than eight o'clock in the evening. He pushed the gate, the gate was locked; he shouted at the door, "Please open the door! Please open the door!" But there was no answer.
If it were a normal day, Chen Jingrun would have walked back to his seat and continued to read until the next morning. But not today! He had to rush back to the dormitory to do that unfinished question!
He walked to the telephone and called the office. But there was no answer, only a beeping sound. He dialed the number a few more times, and still no one answered. The first time he did this, he was in the middle of a conversation with his wife. At this time, he remembered the party secretary and immediately dialed the party secretary.
"Chen Jingrun?" The party secretary received the call and felt very strange. He asked what was going on and was overjoyed, smiling and saying, "Chen Jingrun! Chen Jingrun! You've worked hard, you're such a good comrade."
The party secretary immediately sent a few comrades, to find the librarian. The door of the library opened, and Chen Jingrun said to the administrator, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Thank you!" He said as he ran down the stairs and returned to his dormitory.
He turned on the light and immediately worked on that topic.