Lianzhou

The camel clouds in March dumped the water in February. After a spring rain, the tops of the trees approaching April have begun to show their beauty. At the end of March, the temperature rose and staggered. The older generation talked about the cold spring and asked themselves. An impermanent season.

Yan Yan got up very early today. After going to the store and reading half a book by the window, he got up and looked for the opening sign on the store door. Then he picked up the broom and went out to clean the floor of the entrance.

The bookstore is opened at the end of the pedestrian street, surrounded by a fragile tranquility in the busy city. The ginkgo biloba planted side by side along the street is so green that it can squeeze out a handful of water in summer, but it has fallen clean in winter. Now it only sprouts new leaves, green among the branches. Emeraldly embellished.

A long staircase at the entrance of the bookstore leads directly to the newly built city park, from which there is an endless stream of citizens who come to the pedestrian street for morning jogging.

The morning breeze in early spring still carried the lingering feeling of the winter wind, which was really exhausting for Yan Yan who was standing outdoors in only a single shirt. He hurriedly swept away the overnight ashes at the door, straightened up and stretched his shoulders. Then he met the eyes of the young man who was stepping up and down the long steps beside him.

Yan Yan unconsciously took a breath, the wind seemed to contain dopamine, the joy was indescribable and unexplainable, this glance was turned into a long mirror by his selfishness, it was as lukewarm as unscrewing a bottle of lemonade that was full lingering.

The young man was wearing a sportswear, and his whole body was as vivid as the curve of his forehead, but his eyes were not fully opened, and the laziness in his eyes was easily pierced, and the sunshine of March passed through the new leaves. The flapping corners of the clothes were scattered all over the ground.

After the young man landed steadily, he ran away without stopping. Yan Yan stood where he was, but his eyes kept following the man's back, his expression seemed thoughtful.

—— Yan Yan never thought that he would see him again so soon.

During rush hour, the short and continuous honking of the whistle reached the end of the bookstore and was diluted to the end. Yu Lichu stood at the door of the store, looked up at the name of the store, and walked into the bookstore.

It was getting late, but the store was bright and warm enough. It looked like a rather private bookstore, reflecting the owner's preferences and life interest everywhere.

The facade of the bookstore is not too small. The interior of the store is mainly designed in a wooden and simple style. Fabric soft sand and lazy bean bags are equipped with an industrial-style chandelier on the top to supplement the light. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows prove that the daylight is good here, and one step inside is a row of bookshelves that reach the ceiling.

As soon as the bookstore entered the door, there was a log chest of drawers, and there were many objects on the top of the cabinet—white porcelain vases filled with baby’s breath and dotted with dried flowers, a decorative seat lamp with a warm yellow light, and a hand against the wall. An acoustic guitar stands upright, with a colorful tie tied crookedly on the guitar, and a freshly folded peach blossom pinned to the strings.

Yu Lichu has been looking at the guitar for a while. The body of this guitar is made of mahogany, the neck and fingerboard are made of maple, and the strings are matched with steel strings. It is very suitable for fingerpicking. Drawn to be well maintained.

He seemed to be drawn by something, and without much hesitation, he stretched out his hand and touched the body of the piano slowly, and gently hooked the string with his thumb, with a very muffled tone.

Yu Lichu slowly withdrew his hand to go in, but at the end of the day he turned back and stretched out his hand to straighten the tie on the guitar, only then did he feel less frivolous and more upright.

Yu Lichu turned his head, and his eyes wandered to the cooking table circled in the far corner of the reading area. A handwritten notice was pasted on the space where the price list should have been hung on the back wall.

——This store does not sell desserts and tea. The cooking area is set up because the boss is afraid of being hungry. The boss will reward you with a cup of tea if he is in a good mood.

It fully conveyed the danger signal of "the owner has a bad temper, and even bites the customer when he is unhappy".

It's hard to relate to the man who glanced briefly at the door of the store in the morning and is now reading the newspaper by the window.

Yu Lichu walked over slowly with his pockets in his pocket, glanced lightly at the newspaper in the man's hand, and said without teasing, "Read the morning newspaper at night."

Yan Yan looked up from the newspaper room, and after seeing who it was, he paused for a moment, then hummed inexplicably, noncommittal.

As the opposite sofa fell, the blowing wind carried the fragrance of lemon soap on the opposite party.

"Doctor?" Yan Yan folded the newspaper and put it aside, as if concentrating on asking questions.

Yu Lichu twitched the corners of his mouth, but did not answer directly.

Yan Yan seemed to explain his guess: "It's only two streets away from the Affiliated Hospital of N University," then paused, and continued jokingly, "Don't worry, it's not that you smell of disinfectant. "

Yu Lichu nodded, as if agreeing: "I'm not in the clinic, dirty things are rarely handled, and there's not much smell." After speaking, he picked out this essay from the few cases at hand, and his eyes didn't look at the other person too much. stay.

"Aren't you in the clinic?" Yan Yan sipped his black tea casually, and the rising heat slowed down the words, "Obviously my grades were so good when I was in school."

Yu Wei in the voice twitched, grabbing the brow bone of the other side and lifting it again and again.

Yu Lichu couldn't help turning his eyes to the other side again, his eyes that had been half-closed all year round were stained with scrutiny, but the staring was still lukewarm, without any sharp force.

The man on the opposite side had a calm demeanor and clear eyes.

He is a man who is outstanding enough in the crowd.

With broad shoulders and long legs, his thoughts are not revealed, and his amorous feelings are hidden in the corners of his eyes. His temperament is clean and passionate, which is a very contradictory beauty.

"It's two streets away from the hospital, I must have said it casually," Yu Lichu looked up and touched the other's eyelashes, "You know me."

Yan Yan paused for a moment, then put down the glass, and smiled with imperceptible concern: "And obviously, you don't remember me."

The man's voice is low and slow, every syllable is like a whisper, like fingertips rubbing the side of his neck, not bone-destroying but dreamy.

"If I remember correctly, I am two levels higher than you."

Yu Lichu held the book and leaned back on the sofa: "I can't tell you are already 31."

"If it's about age, each other," the man moved his hands in front of him and clasped, with a kind smile on his face, "I'm 29 this year, only one year older than you."

The second half of this sentence made Yu Lichu frowned slightly. Originally, according to the age of 29, the man in front of him should be as old as himself. However, Yu Lichu studied for a year in the morning, so he is only 28 this year. How did he know the details that would not be widely advertised?

Yu Lichu is not used to asking strangers, so even though he was puzzled, he didn't ask too much, but brought the topic back to the other party: "Did you skip a grade?"

The man caught every detail of Yu Lichu's face, but said nothing, but lowered his eyes, and replied as if he didn't see anything, "As you think."

Yu Lichu didn't answer, but after a while he suddenly laughed, the book page in his hand stopped somewhere, he glanced at the book, opened his mouth and repeated the words according to the content: "'Zaohui, it's hard to live forever Yes, it has been like this since ancient times.'”

Yan Yan was a little dazed when he heard the words, but his eyes never drifted away, and they still fell on Li Chu straightforwardly, and his tone seemed like a world away: "It's really exactly the same."

Yu Lichu raised his head in doubt, but saw that the man raised his hand to support his chin as if nothing had happened, changed the subject and continued slowly: "You still look better when you smile." The tone was calm Another ironing post, as if it was just a family gossip, without the slightest meaning of crossing the line.

Yu Lichu didn't accept the teasing, but just shook the book in his hand: "—Siyue Libo. The store name got a good name."

"It's just arty." The previous sentence seemed to have been overturned, and no one mentioned it again.

Yu Lichu looked around the bookstore, his eyes stopped and stopped on the guitar at the door, and finally turned back: "A good doctor doesn't open a bookstore, I can't say this brother."

Yan Yan's hand that was originally supporting his chin was flattened and spread casually, and said indifferently, "I don't mind if you call me by my name." After speaking, he handed over a business card.

Black card bronzing characters, except for the name of the shop and the name of the shop owner, there is no extra information to be found.

—— Yan Yan.

Yu Lichu recited these two words silently in his heart, then raised his head again: "Yan Yan?"

While Yu Lichu bowed his head, Yan Yan had already brought another cup of tea from the cooking table, and the glass made a light "da" sound when it hit the table.

"Yes, Yanxiao Yanyan."

Yu Lichu looked at the black tea that was specially placed in front of him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his head slightly to express doubts.

"Special offer, today does not belong to the category of good mood."

"Business is not good?" Yu Lichu took a sip of his black tea and looked around, but there was not a single customer.

"You don't need to worry about business," Yan Yan sat down again, rubbing his fingers along his chin, "It's just that I've lived for almost 30 years, and it's the first time I doubt the recognition of my face—" He put down his hand again and pointed Jianluo tapped the beat lightly on the armrest, "I've said so much, now it's your turn, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Hearing the natural tone, Yu Lichu looked over in surprise, but unexpectedly met the smiling face on that side, he unconsciously moved his mouth, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

At this moment, the sky outside the store was completely dark. He originally intended to come in out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that sitting here, let the hunger continue to wear down his will, and even sat with a strange man for a long time, and finally started to report himself. .

With a gesture of complete acceptance, Yan Yan let himself sink into the soft sand, and the young man opposite him was pitching up, and the delicate expression evoked the tide of memory.

The three syllables of Wen Tun did not make the silence last too long after all.

"—Yu Lichu."