If love has an afterlife

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Rao let out a sigh of relief,

"Your mother and I are indeed not a good role model. Now that you are so sure, I don't need to say anything more, but you have to remember that no matter when and where you are hurt or wronged, don't suffer alone. , that feeling is too bitter, remember that this will always be your home, we will always be a family, maybe your mother and I will not wait for the day when you really mature, but you still have a sister, the two of you This future is the only one for each other in this world. No matter who is hurt, you must remember that you still have each other, you know? Your mother never asked you to become a person who can make her so proud, how proud she is. I just want you to be safe and happy, that's enough!"

Rao got up and hugged me, who had shrunk into a ball, and smiled calmly at me. Gradually, I felt that the atmosphere was no longer tense, and I tried to squeeze out a wide-eyed smile, to Rao, to Quiet, and to An Ran.

Rao and Jing Anran both smiled, laughing so hard that their eyes were red.

"Okay, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, we are all back, don't be so unhappy, our family reunion is more important than anything else, isn't it? Come and let's take a family portrait, we don't have a family portrait yet! "

An Ran actively picked up the phone,

"Come on, let me take pictures. My photography skills are invincible. I will definitely take beautiful pictures of you all."

The four of us laughed and huddled together to take pictures. Four beautiful and happy smiling faces were displayed on the screen. The family portrait with red eyes fixed the time at the happiest moment.

The photos are hung in the most prominent position on the photo wall.

Rao would take me to the supermarket on foot every week for shopping. On the one hand, it gave me the opportunity to contact the outside world. On the other hand, Rao was worried about leaving me alone at home. She didn’t want me to leave her sight.

When Yirao checked out, he would hold me with one hand and take out the items in the shopping cart one by one with the other hand to check out slowly.

After shopping, we would have a cup of coffee at a fast food restaurant, take a rest, and then go to the bookstore to pick up a few books.

Later, we would take out coffee and watch Xiji immerse himself in typing in front of the window of the bookstore, enjoying the quiet time of the afternoon quietly.

The business of the bookstore has always been very slow, and Hope will still clean every corner of the bookstore spotlessly, except for herself.

She's not sloppy, she's just lazy to dress up, her hair is casually dressed, and a pair of indifferent glasses under thick-bottomed glasses doesn't seem to express any enthusiasm, making people feel unfriendly. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why this bookstore has always been cold. one.

In fact, after getting acquainted with each other, you will know that Jiben is the kind of very indifferent person, not indifferent to others. You may wonder how the bookstore maintains such a bleak business in this bustling area. It's hard to see that Xi's main job is a writer, and a well-known writer who sells well.

But there were no books of her own in the bookstore, not a single one.

As for the reason why the bookstore must persevere in the words of hope, it is also a kind of obsession!

Rao asked about the name of the store, hoping that she had changed the name of the previous store, which also showed a certain kind of sadness that she couldn't let go of.

☆, Fragment Screen No. [-]

Fragmentary screen ten

"Can you tell me your story?"

Occasionally, I hope that I will stop typing and sit down and chat with us leisurely drinking coffee.

She will spread out her long hair, her soft long hair is slightly curled, scattered on her shoulders at will, she takes off her glasses, brown eyes, fair face, smooth forehead, high nose bridge, and bright red thick lips, Slightly rising, the warm afternoon sun came in through the window and shrouded her surroundings. Her slender fingers passed through her long hair, propped her head and half leaned against the back of the chair, curled her legs and half-lyed in the chair, using her Some raised psychedelic eyes looked at us evilly, her whole body exuded a lazy and elegant temperament, and the instant coffee in her hand also exuded an expensive atmosphere.

Rao and Xiji chatted pleasantly, I sat aside and read the book quietly, I don’t remember the content of the book, nor the content of their chat, I just remember that I like to immerse myself in this kind of tranquility, I just remember Rao’s reading There was a warm joy in the eyes towards me.

Rao stroked my slipping long hair from time to time, his eyes were warmer and softer than the scattered sunlight.

"Is there a love story with a happy ending? The books you recommend are always too tragic."

"no!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Xi Jinping answered decisively.

"Doesn't love have a perfect ending?"

Rao is a little lost, and can't understand the categorical hope.

"It can't be called love without heartache, and the so-called happy ending that can seldom persist until the end is just tired, tired, forget it, no longer willing to try to accept another person's compromise, helpless, Habit, gratitude, responsibility, and exhaustion cannot be called love, and any relationship that cannot be easily and naturally expressed from the heart is a dirty moral kidnapping."

Hope to twitch the corner of his mouth forcefully, wanting to smile to relieve the heaviness, but in the end it was too bitter to laugh.

Rao didn't continue to ask any more questions. Presumably, the hoped-for love also ended in tragedy because of one or more of the above-mentioned moral kidnappings.

Relaxing songs fluttered, hoping to look out the window sadly, and the quiet little bookstore in the afternoon was filled with some kind of sad emotion.

Rao stroked my hair, trying to smile more relaxedly, but in the end he couldn't smile naturally.

I knew that at that moment Rao's heart was filled with some kind of sadness, I smiled brightly, she hugged me distressedly, and let out a long breath, I like to hear her relaxing voice in my ear, She always seems to be trapped by some kind of sadness, and I feel distressed but can't comfort me. This feeling makes me feel powerless and even blame myself. Fortunately, I remember to smile more brightly at her!

fragment eight

I woke up in the middle of the night, and the soft moonlight outside the window diffused into the room. I sat up, groped out of bed by the moonlight, and walked out of the room silently.

A voice told me that today is Chengcheng’s birthday, and I should make green vegetable noodles for her to eat. I went straight into the kitchen and rummaged in the refrigerator for a long time to find the green vegetables. I opened all the cabinets in the kitchen and searched for them. After eating the dried noodles, he breathed a sigh of relief, and started to cook them with peace of mind. Suddenly, he remembered that he had to lay down two chicken eggs, and Cheng Cheng had to eat two poached eggs every time.

Follow the steps in my mind, do each step seriously, and finally turn off the fire after finishing, carefully put out the noodles, carefully arrange the shape, and nod in satisfaction when looking at the finished product.

Softly walked to the small room, knocked on the door, no one answered, opened the door and went in, the room was dark, turned on the light, there was no one inside, Cheng Cheng was not in, and searched back and forth in each room, but there was no sign of Cheng Cheng, Walking back to the bedroom and seeing someone on the bed, she ran over in surprise, but it wasn't Cheng Cheng, it was a mature woman lying on the bed.