"Ahem, don't you want to find a book?" The old man at the counter looked me up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It makes me feel very uncomfortable, the singing is gone, so can I leave this strange book house now?

I looked in the direction of the old man, barely squeezing a smile out of my mouth, and turned to walk to the glass door.

"Why did you come in?" The old man asked in that very hoarse voice.

I looked back at her, do I need an explanation? If I said I was attracted to a song, would she think I was a weirdo? But I can't be as strange as this bookstore.

"Songs." The simple answer, this time I'm really leaving.

"You say songs? Do you hear that song? The old man seemed to be surprised, and slowly rose from her seat, and I saw her trembling hands rummaging for something on the counter.

"Well, an old song." Watching her keep looking left and right, I even began to get anxious, what did she lose? Ah~~ I should help her.

With a soft sigh, I walked to the front of the counter.

"What are you looking for?" There are some books on the table, which were originally neat, but now they are a little messy by the old people.

"A pen, help me find it, it's a black fountain pen." The old man didn't look up, and said as he looked for it.

I looked at the desktop, and among the chaotic books, there was one of the strangest, as if its pages weren't completely closed, and I took it out of the book.

The black cover is made of artificial leatherette and has the golden title "Cold Camellia" on it. Turning the middle page, there was a black fountain pen in the middle.

"Is this it?" I handed the pen to the old man.

"Yes, yes, this is it." She was very happy, the wrinkles on her face became more obvious when she smiled, the old man raised his head to look at me, and helped the frame on his face: "Little girl, thank you for helping me find the pen, it's getting late, or you can rest on the sofa for a while, read a book, and I'll help you make a cup of tea." ”

"Uh, no, no." I politely declined her kindness, because if I didn't sleep all night, I wouldn't be able to work well tomorrow.

She was a little disappointed, which made me feel embarrassed, because I was not good at communicating with people, and how to refuse without hurting the other party was even more of a headache.

"It's really late outside, I advise you not to walk on the street by yourself at this time, come~ Sign here and you can find a book you like." The old man didn't give up and continued to persuade me.

I watched as she handed me the pen and slowly took it.

A large booklet that looked like a yellow page (city phone book) was unfolded in front of me, and the books borrowed by each customer were recorded in a thin compartment. In the last line, I write my name: Lu Wei.

The old man put away his pen and took it back with the booklet.

"Little girl, if you want to read any book, you can find it yourself, and then take it to me and register it."

Actually, I didn't want to read the book, I didn't leave, but I couldn't bear to see her disappointed look, I looked down at the table, and I picked up the black book just now.

"Camellia Cold," I whispered its name.

"This one~~" The old man looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, nodded, slowly took out her pen, and wrote down the title of the book after my name in the record book just now.

I walked to the sofa with a book in my arms, and I was really tired at the moment, and I didn't have time to rest after a busy day's work. I've wanted to sit in the sofa since I walked in and take a nap.

The bright light in the room made my eyes a little uncomfortable, I raised my hand and pinched my eyebrows, one arm was leaned on the soft armrest of the sofa, and my body was slightly leaning on the gray goose down cushion, and I felt that my whole mind was relaxed.

I glanced down at the "Cold Camellia" in my hand, and it was not bad to look at it twice, maybe I would be able to fall asleep soon.

Slowly turning the first page, the rows of text on it came into my sight.

*****

"Cold Camellia"

This is an old story about a flower that blooms in a cold place, its pink and white petals are the only color in that world, even in the blizzard where no sunlight can be seen all day, it still survives strongly, and endures the damage caused by the harsh weather alone.

Suddenly, one day, a monk passed by, and the wind and snow made him lose his way, and just when he finally wanted to give up hope, the monk saw it, the strong flower that grew under the ice rocks.

The monk climbed to its side with great difficulty, and dodged the dark blizzard with the flowers.

Later, when the sky cleared, the monk survived, and he was very grateful to this flower, because it gave him hope of life. The monk knocked down the ice that was entangled in the roots of the flower with the tools he carried with him, and wrapped it in a monk's robe.

He had to take the flowers with him and take them to the monastery where the monks lived, so that the flowers could live a life free of snow and ice, and without cold. The monk also gave this flower a name -- Han Camellia.

*****

"Come~~ Xiaowei, drink some tea made by grandma." An old voice came from beside me, and I looked up and felt a little surprised, did I hear it wrong?

At some point, the old man at the counter had already walked up to me and brewed a cup of fragrant tea.

She just looked me straight at me, and her eyes seemed to say, "Drink quickly."

I popped out of the sofa and took the teacup on the coffee table in my hand, the two green leaves were still floating in the cup, but the aroma of this tea was really different, as if full of magic, and the closer I got to it, the more I wanted to taste it for myself.

The rising heat did not stop me from trying, a mouthful of mellow fragrance slipped into the taste buds on the tip of my tongue, and my whole body was refreshed unconsciously, as if the fatigue caused by working all day suddenly disappeared without a trace.

There's nothing bad in this, right?

My brain was alert, and even as an old man, I shouldn't let go of my sense of self-preservation.

The old man just looked at me and smiled, turned and walked back to her counter.

Maybe I'm too careful, how can there be so many bad people in this world, and what do bad people do to me? I am neither a beauty nor a rich man. The only people who are worth it in the whole body may be those who have lost me for 24 years in my heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys, and that old man doesn't look like a doctor who can copy a knife.

Taking one sip after another, I drank the tea clean, then lay on my side on the couch again, opened the black book in my hand and continued to read.

This time I didn't look at it again, I turned to the middle page, and I wondered what the book was about, was it just about a plant?