Walking out of the old unit, Ren Pingsheng was like a fish returning to the sea, feeling extremely free and comfortable, and the air he breathed was much fresher.

Thaksin walked down the street with ease, looking at the familiar scenery and buildings on the side of the road, as if he were watching an old movie, the plot and characters were well understood, but the aftertaste was endless.

Thinking of himself in his previous life, he actually wasted the most energetic and valuable ten years of his life in a decadent institution, the more Ren Pingsheng felt that the time after rebirth was particularly precious.

He must make good use of this rare opportunity, not only to get out of the bottleneck in his previous life, but also to feel the bigger world and enjoy better things......

Unconsciously, Ren Pingsheng walked onto a secluded boulevard, and the sign of a shop on the street caught his attention.

This signboard only reads "Chujian Bookstore" in four simple Song characters, but as if there is a kind of magic guiding it, Ren Pingsheng's footsteps involuntarily stepped into the store.

As the name suggests, this is a bookstore, and it's a bookstore with a literary atmosphere.

The bearded shopkeeper brews coffee behind the counter, and female clerks in aprons and white shirts push books in small carts, updating the books on the shelves with awe and reverence on their faces.

The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows gently draw a beige curtain and the afternoon sun faintly casts a shadow on the store, painting the tall bookshelves made of cedar wood a golden hue and filling the air with the uplifting scent of coffee and negative ions.

Walking among the bookshelves, looking at the men and women sitting or standing, holding books and immersing themselves in the pleasure of reading, Ren Pingsheng seems to have returned to the days of soaking in the library in college, and the feeling of being isolated from the world but having infinite space has returned to him.

Most of the books here are mainly humanities and social sciences, and there are no common exam exercises, real papers and best-selling inspirational chicken soup in Xinhua bookstores, but more biographies, essays, essays and, Ren Pingsheng can't remember the last time he stepped into a physical bookstore, but he is in this bookstore, but he is in this bookstore, but it is like seeing an old friend who has not seen him for many years, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ren Pingsheng walked, looked, and flipped through the pages, and selected a few books that he had not read seriously back then, such as Orhan Pamuk's "My Name is Red" and Khaled Houdini's "The Kite Runner", avoiding the most popular "Three Kingdoms", "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" and "Analects of Experience".

As he turned around a bookshelf to look for Carlos Ruiz Safon's Shadow of the Wind, he stumbled upon the girl standing at the end of the shelf.

She turned her back to this side, leaning on the bookshelf, wearing washed white canvas shoes at her feet, a simple off-white knitted skirt wrapped around her full body, the undulating and energetic curves like a lightning bolt, instantly hit Ren Pingsheng's heart.

As if it was the sequelae of the lightning, Ren Pingsheng was a little dazed, his feet fluttered lightly and there was nowhere to focus, and he slowly approached the girl in white.

The closer I got, the more I could see the girl's face, her short, black hair pinned back with an ivory headband hanging down her shoulders, revealing a smooth forehead, a straight nose, red lips, and long eyelashes hanging down.

The afternoon sun shone on the girl through the gauze curtain, as if sprinkling her with a layer of bright yellow light veil, making her facial features particularly vivid.

Her skin was white and flawless, her cheeks were a healthy pink, the sun was so clear that she seemed to be able to see the fine hairs on her skin, she was like a freshly ripe peach, juicy and delicious.

Ren Pingsheng felt that his heart was beating very uncontrollably, he tried to adjust his breathing, and walked quietly to the girl's side.

His eyes could already see the book in the girl's hand, and he could see the words on it, and he read softly:

"Today I am 21 years old, and in the golden age of my life, I have a lot of luxury. I want to eat, I want to love, and I want to be a cloud in the sky in an instant......"

With his tone, the girl slowly turned her head, her two thick black eyebrows fluttered like frightened bird wings, the pair of big eyes that were so bright that she could see the reflection narrowed slightly, the corners of her eyes and mouth revealed a sweet smile, she closed the book in her hand, gently knocked on Ren Pingsheng's chest, and whispered:

"This is your golden age?"

Ren Pingsheng said with a smile:

"This was my golden age. ”

......

Ren Pingsheng and Chen Jingen walked side by side on the edge of the West Lake, in addition to the books in their hands, they also each had an extra cup of milk tea, there was a faint fragrance in the air, and another indescribable atmosphere.

Ren Pingsheng carefully admired the girl in front of him, as if he was looking for memories of her in his previous life.

Nothing has changed, Chen Jingen is still as beautiful as when he first saw it, and as dignified and quiet as when he first saw it.

This surprised him and was very happy.

Ren Pingsheng said very seriously:

"Why, I just walked into this bookstore for the first time and met you. ”

Chen Jingen's eyes were as bright as the morning star, she looked at Ren Pingsheng calmly, and said softly:

"This is one of my favorite bookstores in Hanzhou, and I spend a day or two a week here. ”

Ren Pingsheng sighed secretly in his heart, the bookstore "First Sight Book House" is not far from his unit, but it is the first time he has walked into this street, if he can pass by here once in his previous life, he will definitely be attracted by the name of the bookstore, then there is a great probability of reuniting with Chen Jingen.

If he met, there might be another possibility in his previous life, but this possibility was wiped out by Ren Pingsheng himself.

It's also wonderful to think about, in the previous life, Ren Pingsheng and Chen Jingen lived together in Hanzhou City for ten years, but the two never met, which not only makes people sigh at the ingenuity of fate, but after being reborn, the two have met for the second time, is this a coincidence of fate?

Ren Pingsheng retracted his somewhat disordered thoughts, pointed to the book of "Golden Age" in her hand and said:

"How do you remember to read this book, this book has passed its popular era. ”

Chen Jingen gently picked up her cup of milk tea and said with a smile:

"Someone introduced me to this book before, and I suddenly remembered it recently, so I looked for it. ”

Although it was blocked with a milk tea cup, Ren Pingsheng could see the smile in her pair of apricot eyes, and his heart trembled.

When Wang Xiaobo first became popular in China, they happened to be in their second year of high school, and Ren Pingsheng, who had always regarded literature as the first language of communication between the two, naturally wanted to introduce her love for "Golden Age" to Chen Jingen, but she didn't appreciate Wang Xiaobo very much at that time, so the two did not reach a consensus on this point.

This incident is like all the impulses in the hearts of adolescent boys, and they are quickly diluted by time, and it is not until today, when this sentence is said in the girl's mouth, Ren Pingsheng remembers the memory that has been sealed for a long time.

"Why do I remember it now. ”

Ren Pingsheng didn't ask about the past, he knew Chen Jingen in his previous life very well, for the girl who had just become an adult at the time, Wang Xiaobo's bold description of sex, and his cynical attitude towards life, Chen Jingen, who likes British and American literature, was difficult to accept, and it was normal.

"This year is the 10th anniversary of Wang Xiaobo's death, and I thought about this wish. ”

Chen Jingen took a sip of milk tea gently, cleverly avoiding this problem.

Her bright red lips looked like she was holding a straw, and her full cheeks were slightly puffed up, as cute as a koala.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly had an inexplicable impulse to pull the hand of the girl next to him.

This thought surprised him, this is not at all like the mentality of an old man in his thirties, he has never been so calm as today, even in front of Gao Yuanyuan and Jiang Qiurong, he is in a comfortable posture, why is he by Chen Jingen's side, he has retreated to his youthful youth.

Ren Pingsheng has no time to think about this, the only thought in his mind now is to grab the hand of the girl next to him, which makes him look forward to it more than making a billion in the mall and going public with the company.

He had to, and he did.

All this did not go well, although the two chatted while walking, Chen Jingen always held the cup of milk tea in his hand, and the two talked about Wang Xiaobo from "Golden Age", and then from Wang Xiaobo to Li Yinhe, and then from Li Yinhe to Feng Tang......

Finally, the cup of milk tea was thrown into the trash can on the side of the road, and Ren Pingsheng could hold that hand in a grand manner.

The girl's hands were soft, delicate, full, no hand sweat, warm, and were held in Ren Pingsheng's hands, she just struggled slightly, and then obeyed the man next to her, just like the scene they had performed countless times before graduating from high school.

They were still walking and chatting, and the plot that had just happened was not abrupt at all, and everything was so logical

Chen Jingen lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her white and red cheeks seemed to be even redder.

Ren Pingsheng smiled slightly, he held the hand of the girl next to him, as if he was holding the whole world.

This time, he won't let go of this hand easily.

......

Although Ren Pingsheng was very reluctant, this road finally came to an end.

Against the backdrop of a bamboo forest, a two-story old house made of blue bricks sits on the side of the road, and the neighborhood is full of houses that resemble old days.

This is Chen Jingen's grandmother's house, and it is also where she lived in Hanzhou, Chen Jingen stopped and said softly:

"I'm here, and my grandmother is at home. ”

Ren Pingsheng let go of his hand, he was not in a hurry, he believed that he would soon be able to enter this room and enter in another capacity.

"Well, how do I contact you?"

Ren Pingsheng said with a smile.

Chen Jingen's little face was a little shy, she bowed her head and said:

"You wait for me for a moment. ”

Watching her beautiful figure disappear behind the blue bricks and black tiles, Ren Pingsheng was a little stunned

For some reason, his heart became troubled again.

Fortunately, Chen Jingen came out soon, and she handed a book to Ren Pingsheng.

"This is what I owe you, everything is in it. ”

With that, she smiled and turned back into the house.

Ren Pingsheng opened the book in his hand, this book he was very familiar with, it was a "Lover" by Duras.

This book was lent to Chen Jingen by Ren Pingsheng before graduating from high school, and they never met again after that, and she had no chance to return the book to him.

Now, Rebirth has changed everything, and he has met her again.

And the book back then also returned to Ren Pingsheng's hands again.

It also comes with a delicately handmade bookmark.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the familiar handwriting on the bookmark, and seemed to smell the faint aroma between his noses.

Just like when we first met.

。 Sogou