Beautiful landlord who loves to talk

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Habitually, she went to the corner of the shop again, a place rarely visited by people, just at the corner of the narrow shop, there was only a lonely old shelf there.

She always likes to go to some unvisited corners, remote and quiet and few people, where no one will notice her, so that she will not be pushed by her mother to show in front of everyone, to meet the different eyes of everyone .

When she was left alone in these dark and deserted corners, she felt inexplicably at ease.

"Which book do you like?" A crisp voice sounded from behind her, and before she knew it, Ji Zijin had already come behind her.

Memorial looked at the books on the shelf, and took down two books with black covers. The covers were still half-new, and the pages were not curled. When you opened the covers, you could see two lines of handwriting on the clean white pages.

"I've met a lot of people. Someone gave me a fever. I thought it was love, but it burned everything. Someone gave me a cold, and it disappeared from my life. Someone made me feel warm, but only warm. Only You, let my body temperature rise by 0.2"

The handwriting is beautiful, as if written in a random brush, with several words connected together, which is very eye-catching on the clean paper.

"The Hungry Daughter?" Ji Zijin's expression was a bit astonished.

Memorial asked: "Have you seen it?"

Ji Zijin's gaze was still on the old book in Memorial's hand, with a strange expression on his face, he nodded hesitantly: "I've seen it..."

Memorial nodded, she didn't intend to ask if the content was good or not, she still planned to buy this book in her heart.

"Do you like this book?" Ji Zijin looked at the memorial and asked this sentence again.

Memorial Cloud answered lightly: "It should."

However, she was not attracted by the content of this book, but was simply attracted by this sentence and the beautiful handwriting of this song.

It has to be said that she wants to know who the old master who wrote these two sentences is.

Ji Zijin stared at the one in Memorial's hand for a long time, fell silent for a while, sighed slightly, seemed to let go of the stone in his heart, and said softly: "Buy it if you like it, maybe this is fate."

For some reason, Memorial feels that Ji Zijin's attitude at the moment is a bit different from usual, but she doesn't understand why her mood has changed. The page still stays on those two beautiful handwriting, and her slender fingers touched the 0.2, Blunted: "You like it too?"

Ji Zijin was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why Memorial said this sentence suddenly, but he remained silent for a while, and after a while, a crisp voice sounded: "If you like it, I will like it too."

Memorial smiled, closed the cover, turned to look at her with a smile, Ji Zijin raised her eyes and looked directly into her eyes, the memorial at this moment has an indescribable tranquil beauty, with a faint smile on her lips, her still cool eyes are beautiful The amber color is like the jagged stones under the clear sea surface outside Gulàng Island, the sea surface is slightly loud, and the smile is clear and shallow.

"If you like it, you like it. Don't do it because of me. This is the you I like." After saying this, Memorial walked straight past Ji Zijin with the two books.

Ji Zijin looked at the thin back of Memorial to the checkout counter at the door. She had never seen through this woman. She was like Pandora's treasure box, which contained countless secrets, which surprised and fascinated people.

In the end, they only bought two old ones, and the store owner was surprised to praise that Jiji is a young man of literature and art, because these old ones were gathering dust in his store, so he was naturally happy that Jijiu bought them away.

"Master? I don't know," the shopkeeper shook his head, with a blank expression on his face. "It used to be in a corner, few people read it, and I didn't bother to sort it out, but this one... I don't remember it, maybe it's When I'm not around, someone else will collect the old ones."

In this regard, Memorial is not particularly concerned, she just wanted to find this person on a whim, it doesn't matter if she can't find it, it's just a temporary interest, don't be too persistent.

However, Ji Zijin smiled unusually cheerfully, and kept laughing at the memory of buying the two books until he went home.

Except for the two lines written on the first page, the rest of the pages are clean and well protected. It can be seen that the original owner is also a loving person.

Memorial lay on the wooden floor, some hot sun shone on her body, and the warm temperature permeated her body. She lifted the book, and the sun shone on the book, leaving a layer on her delicate face. Yin Ying, originally not far from her eyes, opened her mouth to read a passage of text, her tone was steady, her voice was still hoarse and sandy, but unexpectedly suitable for the absurd things that happened in this turbulent age, with a sense of precipitation A long sense of history.

Ji Zijin was lying beside her, with her head next to her, the sun caressed her body, her skin was white and shiny, and her long brown hair was spread on the floor like fine silk.Her eyes are slightly narrowed, her tear moles are slightly dimpled, and she is enjoying the overheated sunshine. At this moment, she really looks like a lazy cat lying beside Memorial, listening to her reading a story.

Sometimes, when Memorial raised her hand a little sore, a delicate arm stretched out to help her lift it up, freeing her arm and reading the story more easily.

The wind from Gulàng Island has a salty taste and slightly heat on the faces of the two of them. The sun also smells like sea salt, and the silver crystals are scattered on the two young faces, commemorating Zhang Zhanghe's love. Mouth, from time to time can also taste a hint of salt.

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