Criminal Minds Profile

She stepped into the door of the bookstore with light steps, like a gust of wind passing through the hall, rushing in with the scorching breath of summer.The bookstore is very spacious and bright, with a cool atmosphere, it is a rare piece of pure land in the busy city.

"Are you here?" The girl smiled at her and beckoned her to come in and sit down. The blue star pendant by her ear was shaking from side to side, shining brightly.

It was eight o'clock in the morning on a weekday, and there were no customers in the bookstore.The store is not big, but it is quite delicately arranged.Rows of new books without plastic covers are neatly placed on the bookshelves for guests to look through; there are several cushioned chairs beside the rattan table, and there are soft and cute cat pillows on them; The side image can also provide freshly squeezed fruit juice and freshly ground coffee, as well as a variety of cat bookmarks or butterfly specimens and other gadgets.

Thinking about it carefully, this store can be said to be quite strange: it occupies a prime location, the monthly rent is high, but it operates a physical book business that does not make much money. It is estimated that the profit is far less than the expenses .

And the owner of the store is a very young lady, she looks like a college student, or a high school student would be believed.Dressing is the kind of style that looks very comfortable and pleasing to the eye, and is closer to the girl next door, but it doesn't look too high-end and extravagant.But anyone who knows a little about luxury clothing brands can see at a glance that this humble dress is actually expensive.

The shopkeeper brought her a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice. The latter was hugging the cat's pillow and lying sprawled on the armchair with a lazy expression.

"You really know how to enjoy it. Opening a bookstore in the downtown area is really yours." She stretched comfortably and let out a sigh of satisfaction, "If only this kind of life can be lived for the rest of my life."

"I can live my whole life." The owner said softly with a smile on his face.She carefully wiped the coffee cup in her hand, with a focused expression as if she was carving some rare treasure.

Her eyebrows twitched, her whole body tensed up, she suddenly became alert, sat up straight, and put the juice glass on the table.The juice was very full, even to the mouth of the cup, and the bright red juice was sprinkled on the spotless white tablecloth, blurring a dazzling red.

It was her hands that were shaking.

"Did your condition change?" In just a few words, she thought for a long time before asking, her throat was as dry as if she hadn't drank water for three days and three nights, and her heart was sore.

"Yes." The shopkeeper's voice was calm, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him, "My chronic myelogenous leukemia has entered the blast phase. If I still don't receive chemotherapy, my survival period will not exceed three months."

Silence enveloped this small bookstore, only the soft rustle of the ivy leaves when the wind blows over them.The sun shines in through the gaps in the wooden roof, casting mottled shadows on the ground.The light purple and light pink hydrangeas are in full bloom at the door, and the white butterflies linger on them, outlining the vibrant picture of summer.

These hydrangeas have a nice name called "Endless Summer".

Yes, summer in full bloom is upon us.Sadness filled the whole heart, she inadvertently thought - this is the last summer that a friend can spend.

"It would be great if summer never ends." She squinted her eyes, looked at the endless summer at the door, and said with emotion.She lowered her eyes and sipped the cold and sweet watermelon juice, not knowing what it tasted like.

"Why don't you persuade me to go to chemotherapy, stay in the hospital for treatment, and try to live longer like my other family members and friends?" the shop owner asked curiously.She has a petite figure, delicate face, deep facial features, and agile eyebrows and eyes. She is like a mountain ghost conceived on the Lingshan Mountain surrounded by fairy mist, with a kind of unpretentious and straightforward beauty.

"I've seen too much, so I don't think it's necessary." She smiled tiredly, looking up at the roof, staring at the beautiful patterns intertwined by the fine sunlight and the shadows blocked by the wood, "Since the result is already doomed, why bother to What about illusory lies and comfort, to waste your precious last time?"

"As expected of you." The shopkeeper giggled, very comfortable, "Others said that I gave up treatment, was unwilling to fight for hope, and had the heart to abandon them, which was too calm and cruel."

"But I just don't want to lie on a hospital bed, smell the sour smell of disinfectant and dying human body fluids, listen to the painful groans of myself and others, with tubes inserted all over my body, relying on gastric tubes and infusions to maintain my life , relying on the ventilator to deliver a little oxygen, rushing to the doomed end amidst hopeless rescues again and again."

"What's the point of living a year or two like that?" The shopkeeper pursed his pale lips with a flamboyant and unruly expression, "You can't run, jump, or bask in the sun. You can't touch the cat's soft skin with your fingertips." Fur, only dozens of infusion bottles in my eyes and the lifeless white walls of the hospital. After chemotherapy, all my hair will fall out, all my strength will be drained, and I will lie on the bed like a lifeless puppet. The places where the needles could be inserted were all smashed up, and finally passed away amidst the grief and curse of relatives and friends - one more day like that will do no good to others or oneself."

She raised her head, with a clear but approving look in her clear eyes, she nodded with a smile.

The so-called close friends, in fact, do not need to be in love with each other, like glue, like lacquer, swear to the sky, and so on.In the face of life and death, exchanging a look of understanding, you can live without regrets and move forward bravely.

Such a transparent spirit, a clear and clean soul, and a body that is seriously ill and incurable, has to make people lament the cruelty and ruthlessness of fate, and want to try their best to catch the last trace of illusory miracle—this is Ordinary people's reactions.

But it's not the choice that these two like-minded people would make: they have seen too many lives and deaths, too many hopeless struggles, and heartbroken endings.Instead of deceiving myself in the painful rescue and finally heading for a disappointing ending, it is really better to spend the last period of life with rose-like colors.

Fireworks are easy to pass away, cherry blossoms will fall, colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and the moon is rare.But those extremely gorgeous things never wither, and the flowers will last forever in people's hearts, bearing good or evil fruits.

No one spoke.Words are too feeble, not to mention those faint emotions, even the great sorrow and joy cannot be fully expressed, and they are reduced to empty and boring noises.

If the soul is connected, why use language to add to the liking?

"Yes. Life is like a dream bubble, like dew is like electricity." She sipped watermelon juice, a slight smile floated on her face, and tears flashed in her ashes-like eyes, "A person who loves deeply, It is inevitable to realize that it is a big dream. Heaven and earth, all things go against the road, so where is the return home?"

The wind blew the light blue bell hanging at the door, and there was a small sound in the collision, as if someone came bathing in the sun.Legend has it that when a glass of wine is full of flowers and a bell rings lightly, it means that a long-awaited old man has come.

Whose soul was recalled by this sound, and whose soul was aroused.

She stared blankly at the door, but there was no one visiting outside, and the emptiness stung her eyes.

"Recently, I often dreamed that when we were still in school, we had nothing at that time, but we seemed to see the world through rose-colored glasses. It was romantic and beautiful, as if we had endless energy and enthusiasm." She recalled Reminiscing about the past, she was fascinated leisurely, "I still remember that day when I was so proud of love, I bought a large case of beer to celebrate in a small shop outside the school. You have been persuading me to drink less, but how could I stop drinking at that time? Thanks to you Drag me back."

"The retribution came in the middle of the night, and my stomach hurts so much that I almost rolled off the bed." She laughed, clapping her hands and laughing, "Thanks to you, you think this pain method is not right, so you must drag me to the hospital. Appendicitis is not difficult. It's probably festering."

"You're still talking." The lady owner also laughed, with a lively smile, "The most ridiculous thing is that the teacher in the emergency department knows us very well, and almost kicked us out. He was busy with all kinds of things at night. If our feet don’t touch the ground, we don’t help, but add to the chaos.”

Speaking of this incident, the two of them remembered the expression of concern and hatred on the face of the doctor in the emergency department at that time, and laughed out loud.Smiling and laughing, that smile is like ripples on the water surface, after all, it is silent.

Although it was never stated, the sentimentality firmly grasped the hearts of both of them.

It's rare to meet an old friend.And after this life and death, when will the reunion happen?

"The moon is rare, and the clouds are easy to disperse. At that time, I thought it was just a trivial matter of gambling on books and splashing tea. Now that I think about it, such a rose-colored day is hard to exist." She yawned, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.The two tears were not under her control, and stubbornly slid down her cheeks, "It's okay, we will see you again soon."

"We will definitely meet again." She seemed to want to tell herself, and repeated it stubbornly.

The shopkeeper stood there, quietly looking at the dazzling tiredness on her delicate face.

"If you're very tired, just squint for a while." The owner's voice was soft and soft in the wind.

"Hmm." She raised her head from her arms, and the wet water on her light-colored sleeves betrayed her thoughts.

"If you really can't fall asleep, let me tell you a piece of meditation before going to bed." The owner sat down on the chair next to her and suggested softly.

Following the shopkeeper's gentle guiding words, she seemed to be lying in the luxuriant woods, with flowing water flowing through the forest, and the sunlight coated the clear stream with gold-like colors.She felt that her exhausted and tense self was slowly melting, gradually becoming one with the woods and stream.The gentle and long peaceful emotion enveloped her, digesting her fear and sadness.As if she was in a warm embrace, she gently smoothed her furrowed brows, relaxed her tense nerves, and dispelled her deeply buried and burning emotions.

She slowly lay on the back of the chair, gradually losing her instinctive vigilance, and fell into a certain unconscious state.

The shopkeeper walked in quietly, looking at her sleeping face.The sun poured down on her face, depicting the fresh and flamboyant face like a delicate flower. The interweaving of light and shadow was just right, making this scene exquisite and beautiful like a rich oil painting.

The shopkeeper stared deeply at the sleeping woman, as if he wanted to imprint this scene in his heart.

If every bit of sadness and nostalgia is a drop of water, then the emotions in her eyes have already accumulated into a vast ocean.

The shopkeeper put a blanket on her, and sat down slowly opposite her. After the woman fell asleep, she continued to talk softly, just like a mother coaxing a naughty and vigilant child to sleep, so delicate and gentle.

The wind brushed the branches of the camphor tree, and the branches and leaves at the door rustled, drowning out those whispers.Something hit the corner of the table, and the glass fell to the ground, smearing bright red on the polished wood.

The author has something to say:

I have read every cute comment, and I am very happy~ I don’t know why I can’t reply to you on the web page, I’m really tired of not being able to communicate with you… Thanks to He Yeweilan who often commented and AntheaT, ovo, young master of the Li family, Warma, root buds, ears, sun, Shijiu, little Qinglong who doesn't read books, oranges with only skins left, and so many other cuties!

And reply to Yuki's question: There are too many cases of corpse dismemberment, so it is not a reference to NTU's dismemberment case.

And the properties of the two protagonists:

Lao Diao is attacking his heart and accepting his body, Lao Song doesn't like living people~ that's it~