The rush hour after work is very congested, Yan Zheng also arrived at Chu Ci's book bar at seven o'clock, and on the way, in order to express his gratitude, he went in to buy some snacks when he passed by a dessert shop.

Touching his flat belly, Yan Zheng carried snacks into the book. The book bar was empty, with a few small lights on scattered in the reception area.

The light at the counter was warm, and when Yan Zheng walked over, he saw Chu Ci lazily nestled on the lazy sofa, and the cat was on her lap.

Chu Ci squinted and listened to the soft music in the store, and his fingers unconsciously played with the cat's soft fur.

Yan Zheng put the snack bag on the counter and made a slight sound. Chu Ci and the cat opened their eyes at the same time, and when they saw Yan Zheng, the cat meowed.

Yan Zheng pushed the bag in front of Chu Ci, "This is a thank you gift." ”

Chu Ci waved his hand, "I haven't thanked you for putting the cat here to accompany me, so I don't need to thank you." ”

As he was talking, the familiar sound of "cooing" came to mind, and Chu Ci was stunned, "You won't be hungry again, will you?"

Yan Zheng touched his stomach, he left the company at six o'clock, and the traffic jam on the road has been until now, so he has eaten a simple meal at noon, and he is indeed hungry.

This expression, Chu Ci understood at a glance. Although she is rigorous, it doesn't mean that she can't read people's faces.

"I boiled porridge in the evening, and half of the steamed sea bass is left, if you don't dislike it, why don't you have a little one?"

Although he was a little embarrassed, Yan Zheng nodded immediately. Ever since they met, it seems like he's been rubbing and eating?

Thinking about it this way, his cat has been eating and drinking, and Yan Zheng is a little embarrassed.

It's all said, and it's hard to change. Chu Ci saw through Yan Zheng's embarrassment, smiled slightly, and mentioned the dessert brought by Yan Zheng.

"If you don't mind, this will be used for dinner?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Yan Zheng's mouth: "This is a thank you gift for helping to take care of the cat, and I will prepare a thank you gift for dinner." ”

Chu Ci walked to the small kitchen, and the voice came from inside: "No need to prepare a thank you gift, I like cats very much." ”

As she spoke, she brought out sea bass and white porridge, as well as a plate of side dishes.

If there were usually guests, Chu Ci would never make these flavorful foods, and today there were no guests, and secondly, because there were kittens, so Chu Ci made this steamed sea bass.

When dinner was served, Yan Zheng was not polite. Maybe it's the first time to be born, the second time to cook, Yan Zheng is very open this time, and the dinner that Chu Ci brought over is all eaten cleanly.

After eating, Yan Zheng familiarly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and when he dried his hands and came out, he saw Chu Ci still lazily nestled on the lazy sofa, holding a cup of tea, and a book spread out on his lap, very leisurely.

Yan Zheng looked at the sky, it was already dark outside, and then looked at the store, it was empty.

He hesitated, it stands to reason that he should have gone back after picking up the cat today. It's a pity that the plan can't catch up with the change, and he still has another dinner here.

"What time are you open here?"

Chu Ci rarely heard Yan Zheng speak, and after these few contacts, she found that Yan Zheng was a person who was silent and golden.

The content of each speech is very short, and it is definitely not muddy. This was the first time Yan Zheng asked about anything other than cats, and Chu Ci put down the book.

"Closes at nine, what's wrong?"

Yan Zheng's brows furrowed unconsciously: "Nine o'clock, is it too late?"

Chu Ci smiled: "The security here is not bad, I have been open for more than a week in the book bar, and nothing bad has happened,"

Yan Zheng's brows tightened even tighter: "It's so late, it's not safe for you to be a girl, and there are no guests today, so it's better to go back early." ”

Chu Ci looked at the empty book and felt that Yan Zheng was also good. She closed the book, "Alright, I'll pack up and go back." ”

Yan Zheng, who got a satisfactory answer, raised his eyebrows, "Since that's the case, then I'll leave." ”

He didn't say that he wanted to send Chu Ci or anything, first of all, he and Chu Ci were just strangers who had met a few times.

Moreover, Yan Zheng is not a warm-hearted person, besides, you just said on the front foot that you wanted others to go back early, and then you proposed to give her a ride, what will others think?

Therefore, Yan Zheng and Chu Ci nodded, picked up the cat that was still nesting on the counter with one hand, turned around and strode away.

After Chu Ci closed the storefront, he put away the unfinished books today, and walked into the rain with an umbrella slowly.

Walking in the rain is indeed a very romantic thing, and a poem suddenly appeared in Chu Ci's mind, which is Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley".

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl with grievances like a lilac.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, silently like me, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and cast a breath-like gaze, and she drifted through a dream-like, dream-like bleak confusion.

Like in a dream, a lilac floated past me, and she silently went away, far away, to the decorated hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dispersed, and even her breath-like eyes, lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is like a lilac and has a grievance.

Chu Ci is learning Chinese, so naturally he has read this classic poem. Walking on this damp road, looking at the intricate streets, Chu Ci had such a state of mind at the moment.

The difference is that she is not a poet, she does not walk in the rainy alley, and she does not meet the lilac-like girl.

She's just a small bookbar owner, and she occasionally gets a hand in literature.

Yan Zheng drove the car, and the road was slippery in the rain, and he drove very slowly. The kitten, who was very quiet in front of Chu Ci, was lively and noisy after being with Yan Zheng.

Its front paws rested on the glass of the passenger seat, and its round eyes rolled slightly.

When it saw a familiar figure, the cat jumped twice and meowed twice.

Yan Zheng looked over distractedly, and saw a slender figure. Yan Zheng slowed down and followed her unhurriedly.

Seeing Chu Ci turn into a familiar community, Yan Zheng's fingers resting on the steering wheel moved, which was a small action he subconsciously made.

"It's actually a community?"

He muttered to himself and followed into the neighborhood. It was just an accident, Yan Zheng told himself.

He didn't think that he and Chu Ci would have any other connection besides the intersection of yesterday and today. 2k reading web