Once, I thought that liking someone was the most complicated thing in my life, as if I had to go through something amazing with him in order to have feelings for each other.

But now, in the casual ordinary moment of life, I like him, maybe just because he glanced at me and made a joke that was not salty or light.

Sometimes, I couldn't read the emotion in his gaze.

Sometimes I can't read what he's saying.

Sometimes, I wonder what kind of person he used to be......

Look, I fell in love with him when I didn't know him.

It feels like stuffing a handful of plums into my mouth, astringent and sour, mixed with sweetness, even if it is so little sweet, it is enough for me to enjoy it all day.

I like the way he looks at me, I love the teasing tone he has when he speaks to me, I love the look on his face in a daze, I like all of him.

I wrote this passage down in my dusty diary, closed it, and the title page was an illustration I had drawn a few months earlier.

It's the back of Zhao Yilun walking alone in the snow, the starry night, the endless snow, and the me who watched him leave.

Looking up at my watch, at eight o'clock, Zhao Yilun was still asleep, I tiptoed to close the door, and I felt uneasy, so I turned back.

His quilt fell off, and I wasn't the only one who was restless in sleeping.

I gently flipped the quilt up, covered him, tucked the corners of the quilt, and quietly went out again.

Wang Yuan wore a sunhat and munched bread and waited for me downstairs today.

"Did you wear sunscreen?" she eagerly squeezed out a little sunscreen and slapped it on my face, "spread it off and smooth it out." ”

"I'm wiping it, and it's the second layer if you shoot it again. I amusedly watched as she pulled a little more from my face and applied it to her own hands, "It's okay, I'll help you spread it out." ”

Speechless..... Who was the first to start throwing it in my face......

However, I don't hate the feeling, the feeling of being cared for.

We walked along the way, chatting about some strange topics.

On both sides of the road are willow trees that have pulled out new greenery, and some of the evergreens cut into inverted triangles are rustled by the wind carried by passing cars. Looking closely at the peacock grass in the flower pond, some of them have also sprouted, but only the small lotus shows its sharp corners.

When the peacock grass is in full bloom, the overwhelming yellow color must be the most anticipated thing of the year, but unfortunately it can't be seen until the summer is almost there.

"Grandma's peacock grass is the most beautiful, and no one can compare to it. "When I was a child, my mother said this, and my grandmother used to show it off to me.

When the time comes, go find grandma.

"Hey-" Wang Yuan jumped up and patted me on the shoulder, "Su Ke, what are you looking at, so fascinated?"

"Scare me out of you!" I glanced at her, pointing to the peacock grass in the flower pond.

She obviously didn't have much interest, and only said what she was going to eat after reading at noon, whether it was hot pot or rice or chicken pot..... What a foodie.

"Notice what's different about me today?" the liberal arts student's thinking is always divergent, and I'm not surprised that she changes the subject so quickly.

I looked at her, what could be the difference, put on lipstick..... The rest, I really can't find it.

"Stupid, it's a skirt, a skirt!"

"Oh, what's the difference?" girls wear skirts, which really doesn't seem unusual to me.

Her face was full of anticipation, and she wanted to stop talking, and seemed a little shy.

"Actually..... I wore a skirt for the first time in college. ”

"Huh?"

Wang Yuan pouted and said awkwardly: "I'm afraid that if I dress too publicly, I will be noticed by others and ......laughed at by others."

This statement of hers reminds me of the days when I stayed in the drama club in high school, there was a girl who often played the role of a harlequin and never dared to wear a skirt, I asked her once, and the answer was the same as Wang Yuan.

Fear of being ridiculed. Because the label that everyone defines her is dirty and funny.

If one day suddenly subverts the usual image, it may usher in admiration or contempt.

In the final analysis, it is the inferiority complex that does not dare to break through the self.

But one thing is for sure, no one wants to be beautiful, no matter what age a girl or a woman is.

"I think you're beautiful now, and if you wear a few more of these clothes in the future, you can't appreciate it enough now. ”

I gave her the best praise I could have on the level I could.

"Really..... Really!"

"Of course. ”

For the rest of the journey, she was like a chirping bird, and she could feel her heart blooming from a distance of several steps.

At the same time, I am trying my best to persuade myself that what happened seven years ago cannot continue to the present...... At least, she's different to me now.

Before we knew it, we had arrived at the largest book market in S City. There is a course called Anglo-American History, which requires the use of some material that is aged.

The city library only allowed reading in the library, and the reading time should not exceed one hour at a time, and the curator pleaded for a long time, but because those books were treasured by the city, they had to come according to the regulations.

Probably Wang Yuan's mouth with a sharp price reduction made the curator anxious, and finally he suggested that we go to the book market to find copies, and there may be pirated copies.

Book Shopping Market....... It's really crowded...... The categorization of books alone is dizzying, from biology to philosophy...... An hour passed, and we found the label marked with the word "history", and turned it over to take a look, "Modern Chinese History", "The Biography of China's Concubines", "The History of Qin turned out to be very good", "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", ......

Went to the wrong area.

"My leg is almost paralyzed. "I sat casually on the floor where I don't know how many people had stepped on.

Wang Yuan half-squatted down, her expression was a little hideous, "I think I'm already a waste......"

"Do you think there will be sales on the Internet?"

"I browsed all the major websites and couldn't see anything, how could this kind of treasure be easily bought?"

I think she has a lot of sense...... But such a large market is run by some independent small traders, and they start to cheat and deceive them when they ask to sell books.

The most abominable of all was to lead us to his stall, what books my god sells!

"Golden Vase Plum", "Those Things About Xifeng and Jia Lian, the King of Red Mansions", .......

"Girls, buy it, let me tell you that this "Golden Vase Plum" is in the vernacular, it doesn't matter if you can't read the partial Chinese, the twenty-four styles on the bed in it are ......"

I really want to spit a mouthful of dog blood in his face.

Finally, I thought of Lin Dongzhe, who might have it there, and I remember that he said that many books are collector's editions, and they are not sold or borrowed, unless they can have a satisfactory exchange with him.

As soon as he entered the store, he was not curious about the person I had brought, but said very seriously: "Don't sell it, just give it away, you know the reason." ”

Then he made up the knife: "Zhao Yilun is no exception." ”

Wang Yuan leaned into my ear and whispered, "Who is Zhao Yilun?"

I started to have a big head...... Although she will be shy in a dress, I also ..... about introducing her boyfriend It's hard to say.