If love has an afterlife

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We managed to find a shopping cart, and let me stand in front and grab the handle with both hands, while I stood close behind me, grabbed my hand with one hand, and picked things with the other.

There are a lot of people in the supermarket, almost crowded, so no one will notice us who behave intimately in the crowd.

The rolls on the shelves were all empty, and Rao tiptoed to get the rolls on the top of the shelf, looking a bit embarrassed, I tiptoed and reached for the rolls, handed them to her, and showed her a relaxed smile.

She looked at the flat shoes on her feet, pouting her red lips a little displeased, I pinched her cheek lightly, and made a face at her, she then smiled heartily, I was in a daze for a moment, this Why is this scene so familiar, it seems to happen often naturally, but who is this extremely familiar person in front of me?So kind yet so strange.

When I was dazed, a five or six-year-old boy ran over and bumped into me. I staggered a little, and Rao hurriedly hugged me.

The little boy turned mischievously and made a face at the woman behind. The woman ran over and apologized to me, grabbed the little boy and put a rope around his waist, and scolded,

"Now let's see how you still run around! Hurry up and apologize to Auntie."

The little boy pursed his lips reluctantly and was pushed towards me by his mother.

I bent down and stroked his head,

"There are a lot of people here, you have to follow mom closely and be careful!"

The boy nodded sensiblely, his eyes showed surprise when he saw the bracelet on my hand,

"Auntie, why are you tied up? Are you still running around at this age?"

I don't know how to respond to those clear eyes.

Rao leaned down and said,

"Auntie is afraid that I will get lost, so don't be naughty anymore, or you will be tied up like me and can't escape for the rest of your life."

The boy was a little frightened, and took a step back. The woman hugged the child, gave him a strange look, and pulled the child away quickly.

I saw contempt in the woman's eyes, but I felt some kind of warmth from Rao's smirking face.

After purchasing, I walked out of the supermarket. Rao held two big bags in one hand, and held my hand tightly with the other, and never let go, even when I was taking things out of the shopping cart at the checkout. Regardless of the impatient eyes of the cashier and the silent irritability of the crowd waiting in a long line behind him, he grabbed me with one hand and took out the things one by one to scan the QR code with one hand, and then took the things out one by one. Put it in the bag, and kept facing me with a soft smile on my face, without the slightest impatience.

☆, Fragmented Screens [-] and [-]

shard seven

Walking out of the supermarket, we had a coffee break at the fast food restaurant next door. I stared out the window in a daze. Opposite was a bookstore with a small facade. The door sign said "The Past Unforgettable". It is daytime and the store is still bright yellow. Lights, the log bookcases in the store can be vaguely seen from the windows, simple and neat decoration, very leisurely and comfortable atmosphere.

After resting for a while, as dinner time approached, the number of people in the fast food restaurant gradually increased, so we got up and left the fast food restaurant.

When I walked past the door of the bookstore, Rao pulled me in. There was a faint fragrance of sandalwood in the store, soft folk songs, and decorations with ethnic minority characteristics on the walls. Stepping into it seemed like an illusion of being in a foreign land.

Books are neatly placed on the bookshelves. From the classification point of view, most of them are novels, both at home and abroad. After careful reading, I found that they are mainly romance novels. This is quite consistent with the name of the store. Perhaps the genre is too monotonous. deserted.

Behind the innermost bookshelf, there is a woman sitting in a wooden semi-circular table. The woman looks about 30 years old. Her waist-length hair is casually tied behind her back, and the long bangs on her forehead fall messily on her plain face. , she wears glasses, a pair of indifferent glasses under the thick-bottomed glasses, the glasses are staring straight at the computer screen, her skin is a bit dull, her expression is sluggish, like a shriveled plant, lacking the nourishment of sunlight and rain, but still blocking She can't help exuding a unique literary atmosphere. She is wearing a burlap cotton shirt, revealing her long and fair neck, and her slender fingers keep tapping on the keyboard. The tidiness was in stark contrast to her own slump, and it could be seen that she took good care of everything around her, except herself.

"Hello there!"

Spare me.

"Hi, please take a look for yourself!"

The woman didn't raise her head, and continued to move her hands, responding with a flat voice.

Rao nodded and didn't bother me too much. I flipped through the book and Rao spoke again,

"Do you have any good recommendations?"

The woman stared at the screen seriously, quickly typed a string of words in her hand, got up and walked out,

"what do you need?"

There was no impatience in the woman's faint voice, but there was no enthusiasm either.

"Whatever~, it's love!"

Rao looked at me and got a positive response.

The woman quickly pulled out a few books from the bookshelf, turned back just as she was about to turn around, pulled out another book from the bookshelf, and said in a faint voice,

"This isn't about love, but it's worth watching."

After finishing speaking, he spread out several books and showed them in front of me, and asked,

"is it okay?"

She seemed to know that the books were for me.

I roughly looked at it, including "The Lover", "Norwegian Forest", "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", "The Thorn Bird", and the last book she took out was "The Little Prince".

I don't know the specific types of these books, but the determination in the woman's eyes made me nod in agreement.

"Okay, wrap it up for you."

The woman neatly wrapped the book cover and put a bookmark in it. The bookmark is the epitome of yellow leaves falling in autumn, with a line of small words next to it, "If we can't keep the time, please keep the person who spends time with you--hope"

Rao paid the money, took out the bookmark to read, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing deep dimples,

"Good sentence, hope?"

The woman took the money and continued typing, her thick-bottomed glasses reflected the flipping notes on the screen. She seemed to be in a hurry, and there was no emotion on her face, or since we entered the store. Overwhelmed by any emotions, facing the woman's indifference, I was a little bored, so I gave up continuing to ask questions, and pulled me to turn around and walk out the door.

"my name!"

A woman's indifferent voice came from behind,

"You can call me that."