White-eyed wolf

In an unknown street in City H, there is an unlisted bookstore. No one knows when it opened, but it was already there when it was discovered by chance.

The boss is a good-looking young man, tall and thin, with a white skin that has not been seen for a long time, which makes people look sick.

He has a cat, a white-gloved raccoon cat, who may be old, not very fussy, lazy and well-behaved.

The store is not open very often, and there is never a lot of business. Most of the time the owner grabs a book from the shelf, makes a pot of good tea, and sits behind the counter all day.As for the cat, he just finds a random corner of the study to lie down, sometimes on his lap, and the life in this small house seems leisurely and comfortable.

It was rainy days recently, and there were few pedestrians on the street. In this kind of wet weather, the bookstore would probably not have customers. So the young man prepared to pack up and go home early today.

Just as he was putting books on the bookshelf, a hurried voice suddenly came from behind: "Sorry, may I ask..."

The young man turned around when he heard the sound, and the two of them were suddenly speechless for a while.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and the man came in with a wet body, and the folded umbrella was still dripping.He looked at the young man with a very complicated expression, both joyful and sad, as if he saw an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and there was a little light in his eyes.

The young man was also obviously taken aback, but soon returned to his usual cold but gentle face.

"Hello, what book do you want?" the young man asked him.

The voice is still familiar, but the attitude is like a stranger.

The man came back to his senses, shook his head, cleared his throat embarrassingly, and said, "I don't want to buy books. I came here to find a friend. I haven't seen him for many years."

The young man nodded without asking anything. The tea in the pot on the counter was still warm, and he poured a cup for the man.

"It's rainy and cool, drink some warm tea to keep you warm."

The man took the cup of tea, thanked him, and took a sip.

"It's raining really hard..." The young man glanced at the rain outside the house.

The man raised his head, followed his gaze, and said in agreement: "Yes, the rain won't stop once, and it's like the rainy season."

The two watched the rain quietly for a while, the man took another sip of tea, and then said to the young man, "Your tea is really good, does every customer who comes to your shop get this treatment?"

The young man smiled: "No one comes to my shop, especially in this weather, you are an exception."

The man laughed after hearing this: "Then I have to buy two books in a while, so I can't drink your tea for nothing."

The young man smiled and shook his head, not rejecting his joke.

He smiled beautifully, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the sickness of his white skin was swept away, as if he jumped out of a painting, fresh and bright.

The man looked a little dazed.

One of them leaned on the counter, the other stood in front of the counter, smelling the smell of books in the room, drinking the same pot of good tea, time and space intertwined, as if they returned to the past with a smile.

"...I think that friend of yours should be very happy," the young man looked at him and said, "You still remember him after all these years."

The man shook his head regretfully: "Maybe it's just because I'm not reconciled. I always wondered if I could have cared more about him at the beginning, would the end result be different?" The man sighed, his eyes sparkling. Looking at the young man, he said with a wry smile, "Actually, I regret that I was not the one who saved him."

The young man listened carefully and did not speak.

Seeing this, the man suddenly felt a slip of the tongue: "I'm sorry, sorry, I said too much..."

The young man sighed, shook his head, looked at the man in front of him seriously, and said slowly: "If I were your friend, you would make me feel very sorry, I don't want you to be troubled by this kind of thing, how should I say it?" ,not worth it……"

The young man paused for a few seconds, as if he didn't know what to say. He has never been the kind of person who is good at expressing.

"If I were him, I would be grateful to you, thank you for remembering me for so many years, and then, I will also tell you that I am living a very good life now, although I have forgotten some things before..." the young man said towards He smiled, "I can tell you all I remember, though, if you want to hear it..."

Jingle bells, the wind blows the bells.

Something similar has been said about him once - I'll tell you all about it if I get the chance.

The young man in front of him gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory.

It turns out that you and I still remember it, but it's just tacit understanding.

"Okay," the man smiled, "I'll come over next time, do you still have tea?"

"Yes." The young man replied with a smile.

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When Hu Hao walked out of the study, the rain was already light.

As night fell, it was another day when the lights came on, and every lit window was waiting for someone returning home.

He stood at the corner of the street and looked back. The young man was locking the door, and someone was holding an umbrella for him.

Who is that person?

Oh, he once said, that was his brother.