love is perfect

This is a second-hand bookstore, decorated in a post-modern style. There is a large table with a lot of grids made of cardboard boxes, and various types of books are stacked vertically. The books on the wall have covers of various celebrities.

People come and go, many students with big schoolbags on their backs, many young people, they quietly choose their favorite books, sometimes talk in a low voice, with a smile on their faces.

The two read books separately.

Yu Luo walked slowly along the wall. The background music in the store was jazz, and the female singer's tone was cheerful and light.The classification of this bookstore is very unique, you need to find your favorite books slowly.

Huo Yang hugged two or three books, looking very happy, as if they were what he wanted to read.

The two went their separate ways, and still met in front of the same wall after a while.Huo Yang had already packed seven or eight books in the bag, he pulled Yu Luo's arm and told him to read it.

"I've been wanting to buy this book for several years, and I just came across it. There are a lot of unorthodox books in it." Huo Yang pointed to the books in the bag, "I can recommend which author's book you want to read."

"Okay." Yu Luo nodded and carefully selected.

This is the first time the bookstore has held an event since its opening. The discounts are huge. When you see a suitable book, you have to buy it as soon as possible. In the blink of an eye, someone else will take it for yourself.

"You should have read Maugham's words. You can watch Balzac with me." Huo Yang laughed, with the corners of his mouth raised.

The complete works of Balzac are gray and very old booklets, very old-fashioned, and Yu Luo took the first two volumes.

"I was reading Rilke when I was in the hospital in winter. Nuo, this is the only one." Huo Yang reached for a small book, a dark green hard cover, ""Brig's Notes", I liked it for a while."

"What have you been reading recently?" Yu Luo put the book into the bag as she said.

"Recently," Huo Yang thought for a while, "I'm interested in Bonakov recently, he's a handsome man, tsk."

There is a message book at the entrance. The bookstore invites first-time customers to write a paragraph. Anything is fine, and a number will be given, so you can read it later.

Huo Yang was a little curious to see what others were writing, so he took a piece of letter paper and sat down.

Yu Luo was paying, and he treated each book with the same gentle gestures, taking them one by one from the cashier's hand and putting them in bags.

The tip of the pen landed on the paper, swiped, and the handwriting slowly appeared.

"I don't know if there will be a next time, the next time I accompany you here, when you finish reading the books I selected for you, or if it is because of our whims.

Will we hold hands with some joy.

Or you and others, a person different from me, whether he smokes or not, will he praise the delicious dishes you cook, I think it should be.

But whoever you are worthy of hugging must be someone as gentle as you, but unfortunately I can only think of this.

Because I always look forward to your happiness in my heart no matter what, the warmest happiness I can see, but thinking deeper, those details are still unnecessary.

Probably because of your heart beating more vigorously, it can't stand it.After falling in love with you, I realized that heartache is a physiological reaction.

The heart, connected to the extremities, three inches away from the inner side of the elbow, should have a blood vessel, and your heart will bleed when you think about it.

I figured it was the one that made trouble. When I think of you, my left ring finger hurts a little. The more I think about you, the more presumptuous it becomes.

It’s just that when I looked at you that day, and you were smiling with the corners of your eyes down, I thought, I want to think about you, thinking about you viciously, thinking about you in every limb and body, and feeling passionate about you.

I am willing to go against the road I have been on for a long time. "

When twilight fell, Yu Luo proposed to drive around on the road in the suburbs. Surprisingly, there were few people on the driveway, no one spoke, only the early summer breeze was blowing.

The time of darkness is delayed, and at this time, the mist and clouds in the south are accompanied by clouds.The trees in the distance of the driveway are like black and green plants that have become gray and heavy after the accentuation of old movies. The sky is still blue, and the white clouds are still being carried away by the wind.

Huo Yang felt for a moment as if he was in the scenery of Lolita's travel across the Americas, with an open horizon, endless asphalt roads and distant destinations.

"I'm a five-legged animal," Huo Yang leaned his head on the window glass, sliding his phone, "but I love you."

Yu Luo didn't turn her head, turned on the radio, and said after a while: "If you're bored, just listen to the radio."

"You old people like to hear this." Huo Yang sat upright, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Making sukiyaki." Yu Luo turned to look at him, "Didn't you buy several carrots? What are you going to do with them?"

"I just... take whatever I want, my culinary skills may be good," Huo Yang cleared his throat, "Let's eat it raw."

Yu Luo laughed, and shook his head indifferently, "I'll make sukiyaki pot, and I'll fry some saozi."

When driving to the urban area, there are more and more people, which is the peak time for shopping.Huo Yang had an attitude of indifference to this prosperity, he put down the seat, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, "What is that?"

"There is a kind of noodle in the northwest, called Smell Noodles." Yu Luo calmly followed the traffic and steered the steering wheel, "Chop up the meat and vegetables, add seasonings, fry them into toppings, and cover the noodles."

"Well, where did you go to school?" Huo Yang looked at the profile of Yu Luo driving.

"When I went abroad, I had a roommate from Shaanxi who taught me." Yu Luo laughed, "He said that every household in his hometown can do it, and he never heard of it after leaving his hometown."

"I really want to eat the rice cooked by my grandma, and the spinach pancakes she makes are different from other people's."

"Spinach pie?"

"It is to beat the spinach into vegetable juice and mix it into the dough, and then it becomes a green cake."

"Go back and try." Turning ahead, Yu Luo closed the car window, and a group of chattering elementary school students walked past the sidewalk.

Huo Yang stretched out his hand to touch the cigarette case on the front table, but withdrew his hand before opening it, and said in a low voice after a while: "I miss her a little bit."

"Who?" Yu Luo's eyes fell on the front, there was no ups and downs, only the car suddenly bumped.

"Grandma," Huo Yang laughed, suddenly with a hint of unspeakable joy, "Who else?"

"Oh." Yu Luo also laughed, "Go back and have a look when you're done."

"When are you going back to your hometown, let's go together." Huo Yang turned his head to look out the window, there were many lights on, making the world lively.

"I, probably won't go back."

Huo Yang didn't ask him why he didn't go back, the car fell silent, and neither of them spoke until they got home.

When it got dark, Huo Yang came out of the shower, Yu Luo squatted on the floor of the living room, pulled a wire, plugged it in, and filled a small pan with colorful vegetables.

"Yu Luo!" Huo Yang walked behind him, sat on the sofa, and turned on the computer, "I plan to go home after a while, do you want to go to my grandma's house to play?"

Yu Luo didn't speak, he turned on the induction cooker, covered the small pot, and went back to the kitchen to make two glasses of grapefruit juice.

"Okay." He was wearing a light gray cotton jacket with a lapel collar and light blue home pants, and smiled at Huo Yang, "It's not suitable for me to go, it's okay if it's convenient."

"It won't be inconvenient, my grandma is very nice."