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Tanabata Special

02～Unrequited Love Letter～A bouquet of roses for you

——From an unknown, personal perspective ver

A little story.

The weather today is good.

So, I saw her again in the bookstore.

The medium-length, light-brown hair was pulled up this time, and covered with a common beret; she was wearing a gray knitted cardigan, and her slender wrists were exposed to the cool air. With her nimbly fingers, she picked out a thread-bound book from the bookcase—it looked like a collection of fairy tales, and stacked it with the pile of books in her arms.

She seemed to be very satisfied with the picture book, because she even patted its cover, as if coaxing a child to appease her, and then went on to relax in this small but rich book room hang out.From time to time, I will chat with the owner of this store for a few days.

The owner of the bookstore, a Hispanic American with a rough sideburn, looked at her with a peaceful and gentle expression.I think they are discussing some mild religious stories at the moment, like the Gospels or something.flash dance net

I was bored and sat on the concrete floor a few meters away from the store door, and the black kids and mixed-race boys who came and went walked past me on skateboards from time to time, and at the same time made a few provocative obscene gestures at me.I waited intently, and finally, she came out of that small and boring bookstore.

I couldn't help being refreshed, and immediately stood up from the ground, patted the fallen soil on my buttocks, and followed her with brisk steps.

She walked briskly, as if she were taking a leisurely walk; of course, no one could walk fast with such a pile of heavy books in their hands.And she treats them as carefully as she treats the mother of her newborn baby.

I followed carefully behind, thinking to myself: turn around, look behind, look at me, look at me... look at me, get to know me... But no matter how many times she prayed, she still walked on her own path without looking back. road.

I can't help but feel a little downcast, like a dingy mouse following a hostess who will never get any cheese.But I still don't want to stop, so this day is just like before...isn't it? ...

She stopped suddenly.

At that moment, my heart was beating wildly, like rain pouring down; I held my breath while tangling the shirt on my chest; I meditated again: Look at me, look at me! l, o, o, ka, t, m, e.

I really want to teach her all these letters one by one!

Maybe it's because of sincerity, she turned her head towards me for the first time!

I could barely breathe, I could only stare blankly at her walking towards me step by step; the last three, the last two, the last one, ah, what should I say...

She passed me, like those boys.

I followed her gaze, ah...

is a cat.