MTL - Gifting You With A City that Will Never Be Isolated-Chapter 1
At 7:30 in the evening, the lighthouse cafe.
"Well, let's get started, we can simply talk about it, first talk about what a book I read recently." The flat-headed boys in blue-brimmed shirts smiled and opened a polite opening to the strangers at the table.
"Starting from me, I recently read Doris Lessing's golden notes, probably reading two-thirds of the place." The round-faced girl next to her raised her little finger and gently supported the slender The glasses frame was swept away and swept back to the table, and it was added. "It is a book that contemplates the fate of women."
"Sounds good." The flat-headed boys nodded in agreement and responded quickly. "I recently read a pre-publicized murder of Marquez. The theme is to explore fate. The length is not long, only about 50,000 to 60,000. Very refined, the language is a bit cold and humorous."
"Ah, why are the books you read so esoteric?" The next speech was sitting diagonally opposite the flat-headed boy, a slightly delicate and delicate girl, her voice soft, with a little self-deprecating tone, "I There are many readings of popular literature. Recently, I read Long Yingtai’s essays. I feel that her words are simple and beautiful, and they are very touching. It is suitable for people who are studying outside of China and often homesick."
After the three people finished, there was a slight pause. After a few seconds, they looked at the only girl who did not say anything. Among them, the head of the flat-headed boy looked at the hotest. When he first came in, he got the second speed. It is concluded that she is the only beautiful girl among the three girls who are present, just like the tall type he likes, simple to wear, and good temperament.
Seeing that she did not seem to speak for a long time, the flat-headed boy leaned forward and his tone was very gentle: "This female student in contemplation, what about you?"
The girl who was named slowly looked up and showed her thoughtful thoughts. After careful consideration, she said honestly: "In addition to the professional books, I have not read anything else for a long time."
"No?" The flat-headed boy did not forget to stare at her white and quiet face. "But we are the same city reading exchange meeting. I thought that only people who like reading will come."
The implication is that if you don't love reading, what are you doing?
The girl replied: "The online profile does not seem to emphasize this one. It must be someone who likes to read to participate in the exchange meeting, right?"
She spoke very slowly, her tone was slightly flat, her attitude was steady, and she didn't make a joke. It suddenly made me feel uncomfortable at the table.
"You are also speaking." The flat-headed boys smiled and their attitudes were deliberately related. "You can come here to make friends. No one will have any objections. Right, your surname is Bai, is the name of the son? Is it wrong? If it is, this is a medicine that can treat insomnia."
He began to talk with ease, completely ignoring the frown of the girl with a round face.
"Yes." Bai Ziren staggered his gaze for the first time after showing the facts.
"You said that you haven't read the book for a long time." The one who sat on the right side of Bai Ziren, who loved to read Long Yingtai, turned to his face and turned back to the theme. "How long is it? I want to know What was the last book you read."
“Previous?” Bai Ziren replied after a brief pause. “The deserted river is high.”
However, from the confused expression on the faces of the other three people, they all knew nothing about the book.
“Indifferent river? Who wrote it? What type?” The showy girl expressed interest.
"The author is He Mo." Bai Ziren recalled, saying, "Type should be regarded as youth literature."
The voice fell, and the opposite face made a sneer sneer and commented: "No wonder I have never heard of it. I never read youth literature. I can't understand the meaning of that kind of book."
The flat-headed boys shook their heads: "If you say this, I don't agree. There is a reason for the existence of a class of books. The survival of the fittest is not eliminated. Is it true? As far as I know, there are indeed many people who like this type of book. ”
The delicate girl touched her nose, and some shyly echoed: "In fact, I would like to read it when I was in high school. I saw a lot."
The round face is unbelievable: "We are not sitting here today to discuss youth literature?"
The flat-headed boy shrugged: "What is wrong, there is no high or low level in reading, and you don't have to reject it."
"If this is the case, I can only say that it is not the same." The round face suddenly got up, picked up the bag hanging on the back of the chair and prepared to leave. The attitude was simple. "I still find a quiet place to study alone."
After one person left, the remaining three did not talk about it for more than 20 minutes. Soon, the girl was rushed back by a phone call. She even said that she was embarrassed before going. After that, the boys had been actively trying to talk to Bai Ziren. Others, but soon noticed that her character is very stuffy, not good words, but also clearly expressed that he is not interested in what he said, after repeated setbacks, depressed, do not want to waste time on the feelings of no drama, excuses and have to take a step in advance.
This Friday's city study exchange meeting ended in vain.
Bai Ziren sat alone in the in-situ, hands on the table, his back straight, his eyes drooping, staring at a natural knot in the center of the wooden table for a long time, finally when the melodious music on the first floor rose, she stood up, one-handedly Pick up the bag, go downstairs, and quickly left the three-story cafe.
Sure enough, the communication with strangers who had never met before was difficult for some social obstacles. Before a strange face, she didn't know what to say, and she had no desire for a little communication.
Although this situation has been faintly continued for many years, but recently there has been a tendency to increase, she has inquired about some online information, ready to adopt the suggestions of people coming over, participate in some city activities, force themselves to face strangers, try to communicate with them.
After searching through the relevant information, she was very helpless. She was very helpless to find only this book exchange meeting. The only lucky thing is that the location is not far from her dormitory. It is only one stop away from the end of Siwei Road. This name is called the lighthouse. In the three-story cafe, she passed by before, only that the coffee beans that came out inside were fragrant and rich, but I never thought about going in for a small break. Of course, I didn’t know that there was a similarity on the second floor of this cafe. In the casual living room, old-fashioned projectors are often used to play black-and-white movies, and occasionally some city-to-city events, such as reading exchanges, are held.
It was different from the imaginary scene. She thought that there would be at least ten people. As a result, only four people came, even less than half an hour. Everyone felt that the words were not speculative and ended in a hurry.
Perhaps now, the same table with strangers and the idea of exchanging a book without a destination is itself a fantasy, not to mention that she has not read an extracurricular book for many years. All her time is spent on academics, fine, and not bad, so every stage has achieved excellent results, the senior high school entrance examination is the first in the city, the college entrance examination is a guarantee student, went to the city's industrial university for four years. The biological sciences, and then the success of the postgraduate study, is now studying a bacteriology, life step by step, no surprise.
This life is very safe, and she did not feel any bad. Until the past two months, she realized that she was less and less connected with people. Excessive silence caused her academic and life problems. When the instructor saw her eyes with clear doubts, she was uncomfortably uneasy.
She didn't know why it would be like this, but she knew she didn't want to continue this state and wanted to take some action to get herself out.
Back to the dormitory, Bai Ziren flipped through the corner of the bookcase to the novel "The Desert River" that he had read in his first year of high school.
The blue and white book cover, the cover is a hand-painted river, there is a small bridge on the river, there are trees on the bridge, there are flowers under the tree, the overall atmosphere is soft and light, the title of the book is a pen font, and the four characters fall on the right side. The whole book has a total of two hundred and sixty-two pages from beginning to end, and the length is not long.
Because it was bought seven years ago, after many years, the book is old, there is a clear crease on the back, the pages of the book are yellowish with leaves, and the fingertips are attached to the surface to clearly feel the slight roughness.
With the bedside lamp, Bai Ziren once again reread the book he liked in high school.
This book is a bit semi-autobiographical. It tells the story of a girl named He Mo who travels around the school after she has finished school. She looks at the sea, through the desert, through the ridiculous or graceful scenery, and has a good character, even A boyish boy, fell in love with a handsome and melancholy rock and roll uncle, experienced happiness, was hurt, and finally tiredly returned home, reunited with his family.
The ending in the book, the hearty girl became a friend of He Mo, who has always cared for her family is still around, only the rock and roll uncle is missing, about to express a certain theme, friendship, affection and love, the most Sturdy is family, the most calm is friendship, the most changeable is love.
When Bai Ziren was interested in this book, she was not envious of the freedom of He Mo. She said that she did not agree with He Mo’s choice of life. Compared with adventure and unknown, she advocated reason and science. However, she liked this book. The book, in the final analysis, is nothing but a character in a book, He Mo’s brother, He Yan.
The gentleman who is always gentle, generous, and just, has clear and clear thoughts, and his heart and appearance are equally beautiful. He will say when He Mo encounters any difficulties: "Nothing, I will solve it."
He silently fulfilled all the duties of a brother, he gave He Mo the most complete, pure family, there is such a loved one, He Mo's inner world is no longer full of defects.
From the beginning to the end, Bai Ziren only liked him. This is not a heavy weight in the whole book, and it is a low-profile actress. It is very likely that it is just a virtual character. It gives her a real sense of joy. Over and over again, she fell in love with all the details related to him, exploring the past word by word, with a subtle enlightenment.
People in love.
It is ridiculous to say that she has never talked about love, nor has she chased the stars. The only love fantasy object in her whole youth is actually a character in a book.
Is it a bit... silly?
Under the light, the words on the yellow pages are fainting, and the farther and farther away, the cypresses lick their eyes, close the book, and put them on the pillow.
It was already late, there was no sound outside the window, and she could clearly hear her breathing.
Looking around this neat room, there was always a cold air that couldn't be smothered. It was really a coincidence. On the first day of moving in, she was informed that the roommates in the same room had a family break because of temporary family accidents. One year, the double dormitory has temporarily become a single dormitory, a fact that many students envy.
Then the facts prove that living alone in a space where no one can talk will only make her more and more closed.
For a long time, in addition to the necessary exchanges, she can never talk to people actively, do their own things, and don’t feel that time is hard. Day after day, the days are like the leaves that fall when the autumn and winter overlap. Time Silently flowing in the past.
On another Friday, the afternoon class ended very early. After dinner, Bai Ziren decided to go to the lighthouse cafe again.
I didn't expect this week's book exchange meeting except for her, no one else, she sat alone for an hour, finished two cups of hot drinks, and finally went to the bar counter to check out.
From the second floor to the first floor, there is a transparent glass sliding door bookcase with a shape-shaped book. There are several movie posters hanging on the upper wall. From left to right, there is no war on the west line, Bin Xu, sunset. Avenue and bikers.
On the way to the downstairs, Bai Ziren heard a bang on the first floor.
Then it was the annoyed voice of the waitress at the bar: "I was all messed up by me. What can I do?!"
Stepping down the wooden steps, Bai Ziren bumped into a small accident. There was an open wooden box on the floor in front of the bar. There were many books neatly placed in the box, and the wooden box was broken. The glass jug, a man in front of him bent down and was checking the water stains on the books.
"It's all my fault, I am really stupid!" The waitress sighed in vain, and then bent down. "This book is going to be ruined. What should I do now? Going to the ventilated place, or am I going to find a hair dryer, or any other remedy, if it is known by Manager Zhang..."
The man calmly interrupted her swearing: "Is there an iron?"
The waitress stunned: "I am going to find one."
She turned her back, opened the drawer and turned the key, and was a little confused: "If it is known by Manager Zhang, it will be over."
The man picked up a book and slowly stood up and licked the corner of the book. The voice was a bit light: "Nothing, I will solve it."
Bai Ziren stayed at the bar two meters away from the bar. He was thinking about opening the checkout. Hearing this sentence, his movements were stagnation, his eyes on the past, and the man standing face to face raised his face.
Clear face, low eyelids, handsome nose, slightly white complexion, handsome, very good man.
When the other party noticed her sight, polite eyes cast her face.
"I check out." Bai Ziren looked at him straight, and couldn't move his eyes.
He nodded and turned and walked into the bar, telling the waitress to go to the busy guest, the key he came to find.
The waitress sighed with a smile and quickly settled Bai Ziren.
While Bai Ziren paid the money, Yu Guang moved uncontrollably with the man's slender figure, until he found the key in the drawer, and left the bar, went straight upstairs, and she stood there.
The waitress seems to have gotten used to the fact that most of the girls have seen the look of their store guys missing, secretly laughing, no sound reminder.
Half a minute later, Bai Ziren returned to God and remembered that he should have left here. 2k novel reading network
