He Chuan and Ying Fei walked on the street.

Even if it is a commercial street, there are only a few main streets that are popular, and there are still many streets in the vicinity that are relatively secluded.

It's secluded, but it's only relative.

It's like there are still a lot of people who look at them curiously.

This pair of people, the man looks delicate and gentle, and the woman looks quiet and beautiful.

It's like a beautiful poem.

He Chuan was originally disgusted by this kind of searching.

Even if it was just a simple gaze, in his perception, it would still be like a sharp sword, trying to pierce his body.

But he is calm now.

only occasionally opened his mouth and said a word to Ying Fei, and he didn't care if she would answer.

After walking down the street, the two didn't buy anything.

Ying Fei doesn't seem to be very interested in any clothes, bags, gourmet desserts.

Holding a cup of matcha milk lid in his hand, He Chuan bought it casually when he passed by a cold drink shop.

One drink for two people.

"I'm sorry, can you two take a picture together? ”

Someone came up again and asked if he could take a group photo, but after being rejected by He Chuan, he regretfully twisted the camera and left.

This is already the third.

He Chuan looked around and found that there were many similar people.

It's just that some people will be bold to come up, and some people will hold their mobile phones and secretly point the camera at them.

He Chuan doesn't like to stand in the spotlight, he is ready to go to the cinema as planned, but when he walks to the cinema, he finds that the cinema is closed.

"I want to go to the bookstore, are you going?" He Chuan thought for a moment and asked Ying Fei.

Ying Fei has been beside He Chuan, and the two of them are one behind the other, staggering half of their bodies.

Hearing this, she didn't speak, just showed a quiet smile.

He Chuan said yes to her.

Find the bookstore near Wangfujing.

It's still the bookstore He Chuan came to a long time ago.

It seems that many things will become very quiet as the years have settled.

Whether it's the cross-bridge rice noodles I just went to eat, or the Wangfujing that is gradually losing people, or this bookstore that is easy to be overlooked even though it is open on the street.

After less pedestrian disturbance, it is like a sharp sword in the sheath, covering up the edge of the past.

There are not many people in the bookstore.

The crowd that used to squat on the ground and read a book is now almost invisible.

As soon as Ying Fei entered the bookstore, the whole person began to relax.

She walked through the shelves, her fingertips brushing over the books, and every now and then she would pull a book and flip through a few pages.

He Chuan is also looking for books.

In the prominent booth, he saw several recommended books.

It's not finance, literature, management, or chicken soup literature.

Among them is the book that Ying Fei held before.

From time to time, He Chuan would pick up a few books from the booth, look at them twice, and put them back again.

Most books don't do much to him.

Especially the so-called chicken soup literature.

If you read more, you will find that the titles of these books are different, and the content in them is actually the same.

After looking for it, he didn't find the book he wanted to read, and He Chuan was going to look at professional books.

He Chuan wanted to find a book similar to tea tasting, or the Book of Tea.

Because before Wu Fatzi gave him a few bags of tea, including green tea, black tea, oolong tea, and Pu'er tea cakes.

There are many such teas in Wu Fatzi's house, all of which were given to his old man by others.

Listening to Wu Fatzi's meaning, he can't put down a lot of tea at home, and it's not good to put it for a long time, so he's been looking for an opportunity to send it out.

He Chuan and Ying Fei separated, and in a corner by themselves, found what he was looking for.

He took a book with the cover torn open, stood in front of the shelf, and began to read it with relish.

At this glance, I forget the passage of time.

waited for He Chuan to turn the page again, only to find that the "Green Tea Tasting" with thick nails had been finished by him.

The book has pictures and words, and there are more dry goods, popularizing some knowledge about green tea and related tea-making techniques.

After reading it, I can't get enough.

Putting the book back on the shelf, He Chuan wanted to smoke another one, but suddenly his body paused.

He remembered that there was someone else beside him.

His eyes swept around the bookstore, and behind a bookshelf, he found Ying Fei who was reading with a book.

She looked serious.

Slender fingers, turning over the thin pages from time to time.

Sometimes the hair falls out and falls on the pages of the book.

Whenever this happens, she will reach out and pick up the falling green silk, revealing her slender and white snow neck.

He Chuan walked over and saw that what she was flipping through in her hand was Osamu Dazai's "Human Disqualification".

"I'm still watching. ”

Ying Fei was a little embarrassed when she saw He Chuan, took out her mobile phone and typed, "Well, you're done?"

He Chuan casually pulled out a copy of "Human Disqualification" from the bookshelf, turned a few pages, and stuffed it back.

"This kind of book is not for you. ”

Ying Fei tilted her head, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Because the author of this book is a scumbag. He Chuan said, "Have you watched "Rouge Buckle"?"

Ying Fei thought about it and nodded, it was a classic old Hong Kong film, even if it was a post-90s generation, many people had seen it.

"Under normal circumstances, people who commit suicide once will be like Twelve, and it will be difficult to commit suicide a second time. But this author is different, he is very powerful, he committed suicide five times. He Chuan said seriously, "Do you know what this means?"

"He, don't you want to ......" Ying Fei typed a few words, then deleted them and retyped a line, "Why?"

He Chuan glanced at her, pursed his lips, and continued: "Even a person who has never committed suicide, when he really wants to commit suicide, he will choose a safer way. For example, jumping off a building, cutting your wrists, or taking a lot of sleeping pills. And a person with a lot of 'suicide experience', but repeatedly failed to commit suicide, the probability is lower than buying a lottery ticket to win five million in a row. ”

"That's why. Ying Fei asked.

"You can understand that this is a formality, as if a child makes a mistake and cries first, and the adult does not bother to punish him first. But if it's just like that, it can only be called childish, not scum. The most scummy thing about him is that he lacks respect for his own life, and he also lacks respect for the lives of others. ”

"If he wants to die, then he can die quietly alone, instead of changing to a woman every time he commits suicide...... It feels like putting a knife on a girl's neck and threatening people to say, come, do you want to talk about a love that will die together. If you die, I'll find another one, and if you don't, you don't love me enough. You can't even die for me, so I can only change someone who can die for me. ”