The next day, I took a handbook from Yanagi.

The handbook is carefully wrapped with a gray cover, and the cover is also printed with seasonal red maple leaves, and when you open the title page, you find that the name of the store is printed on the cover: Asai Shoya. It seems to be a book-wrapping service that comes with a bookstore.

I glanced at Yanagi. He nodded, "Please." ”

I carefully opened the journal, the bookmark between the title page seemed to be handmade, and the red maple leaf was stored in a special plastic sheet, tied with a red thread, and the connection was a complex and special knot, which was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it for a while.

Although it has been carefully kept, it is not difficult to see that this handbook is some years old, and the corners are glowing with deep and shallow yellow.

"Maple leaf......" Yanagi said with a thoughtful look as he saw me looking at him, "something seems to be written on it." ”

I withdrew my gaze and flipped the bookmark over, only to see that there were words on it, and it was the handwriting of two people.

The bookmark has been plasticized, and the handwriting of the handwriting is sealed in plastic, clearly written: The first fallen leaf of the year. It was twenty years ago.

The other handwriting was clearly added later, written directly on the plastic, which had faded over time and tended to be blurred.

I compared the bookmark to the light, facing the light, trying to make out the two words written on it based on the scratches left by the pen.

"Farewell...... Qin Chuan came over at some point, he bent over, and his lips were facing my ears when he spoke. Without leaving a trace, I stepped aside, and he took the bookmark from my hand: "Where did this come from?" ”

"Yanagi borrowed me."

Qin Chuan took the handbook in my hand and flipped through it, and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Travel handbook? Would you still watch this? He took the book and slapped Yanagi twice on the chest, "What kind of cult did you bring her into?" ”

"What nonsense." Liu Sheng smiled and took the handbook, smoothed out the tiny wrinkles that Qin Chuan had made, and then handed the handbook back to me.

"You must know, this handbook is not Chiho's." Yanagi said, "Actually, it was given to her by a friend of Chiho, and I heard that her friend also got it from a friend. It is the original owner's and lover's travel handbook, all of which are short-haul. Chiho said, this handbook will be handed over to you for safekeeping in the future, if you don't need it anymore one day, just find an owner for it who knows how to cherish it. ”

Suddenly I felt that the weight of the handbook in my hand was a lot heavier, and I couldn't help but hesitate and remained silent.

"It's okay, don't be burdened." My concerns were probably too obvious, and Yanagi comforted me softly.

"Leave it to me now." Qin Chuan pretended to make a serious proposal.

"No way!" Yanagi and I both denied him.

Qin Chuan choked and grabbed his hair: "Hey...... You two are really ......" his gaze wandered between me and Yanagi, who sniffed around in the air like some kind of animal: "The smell in the store has not been right lately. Well...... It's the sour smell of love. ”

Liu Sheng and I glanced at each other, didn't bother to pay attention to his performance, and were about to withdraw, but Qin Chuan grabbed me with his usual playful smile on his face: "Sister Susu, you have been very strange lately." ”

"Let go." I said calmly, and he let go of his hand, imitating the standard pose of a detective: "The prisoner is you, Susu." You can't go wrong. He paused word by word, "You, love, love!" ”

My eyelids jumped, I was stunned for half a second, picked up the rag on the bar counter, turned around and left: "Drama spirit." ”

"Hey, why aren't you so excited?" He chattered behind me, "Look at your face is red. You've just glanced to the left, and it's scientifically proven that this is the habitual action of restless lying! I said, Sister Susu, this is a good thing, you finally understand that it is impossible for you and Mr. Fujisawa to do so. I'm so happy for you from the bottom of my heart. ”

I turned to glare at him.

He stuck his face to him: "When will I let my brothers meet and check for you?" ”

"Get out!" I threw the rag in my hand at him and hid in the break room while he was distracted.

What's there to see? Isn't that ...... Isn't that Mr. Fujisawa?

I leaned against the door of the lounge and scolded Qin Chuan. After a while, I couldn't help but take out the delicate handbook curiously, open the title page, and lay the bookmark quietly inside.

I sat on a bench in the lounge and flipped through a few articles.

There is no doubt that this handbook belongs to the woman with the beautiful font.

A person picked up the first fallen leaves of the maple leaf that year and wrote eagerly. The reply was a separation.

Where is a love story, it is clearly a sad story.

I was silent and closed the ledger.

The workload on this day was not large, I got off work on time, and rode my bicycle to the stationery store across several streets for a long time, and when I passed the store again on the way back to school, Qin Chuan had not yet gotten off work. There were two tables of customers sitting in the store, and he waved to me through the glass doors and windows.

I pedaled hard to let the bike slide over, and he mysteriously asked me to look back.

I was a little confused, but I turned back.

As a landmark, the flagship store of Zhinian Shuxi will never be like its private custom store, low-key hidden in an inconspicuous alley, the giant light sign is the most monotonous white, but it will always be a starry appearance.

Passing through the crowd, its starlight fell on me.

There are a few clerks standing in front of the store wearing the main styles of the season, and the girl in the yellow dress surrounded by them is someone I know, Reina Igarashi. When I think of her, I always recall her impeccable makeup, the delicate embroidery on her haute couture dress. The rumors that she revealed about her being the fiancée of the Fujisawa family, and the sweet tone in which she answered the phone that day and called "Yuyikun" in Kyoto dialect.

Her appearance today is no different from usual, casually enjoying the clerk's big battle service, and even her slender neck is arrogant. But as she approached the black Bentley parked on the side of the road, her arrogance faded, and her cheeks were stained with honey. The driver, Akiyama, was already standing next to the car, waiting for her to approach and open the door for her, and her honey-colored good mood was also a little bit more than a trace of him.

I watched from afar, and the car was gone, leaving a wisp of exhaust fumes.

After she left, the clerks were freed from their restrained respectful smiles, holding hands in twos and threes and saying something. A tall figure walked out of the door of the store, and the clerks were immediately silenced, standing in two rows, the man waved his hand, they bowed, and walked quickly into the store.

It's Reiko Shimizu.

She stood still on the side of the road, took out her phone to make a call, but her eyes did not intend to meet me. Then, the assistant lady of the junior high school of business ability bent down and saluted me without changing her face.

I couldn't take it anymore and rode away.