A new week has begun.

After leaving Ye Qian, I decided to calm down, independently plan the topic selection, and make the book independently.

Downstairs where I live, there is a small à la carte shop.

That store was opened by a couple of young lovers in Beipiao, the girl's name was Yanhui, and the boy's name was Shuyu. Both of them are about 20 years old, and the rest of the time is sticky like uppers and soles of shoes, selling goods together, eating together, and playing around in the store after closing at night. Seeing them inseparable all day long makes people feel a little envious.

On this day, I went to the store of my choice to buy cigarettes.

"I heard your landlord say you're still a writer!" After handing me a pack of cigarettes, Yanhui asked mysteriously, "Is it true?" ”

"Writers, to be exact!" I picked up my cigarette and smiled.

"And what do you write all day?" Yanhui then asked.

"I will write whatever newspapers and magazines need," I said earnestly, "just as you sell things, and sell whatever is good." ”

"Do you sell love stories, then?" Yanhui asked with interest.

"Love stories have been ruined by people now," I pretended, "but love is always something that people don't get tired of ruining a hundred times!" ”

"I don't think so," Yan Hui said solemnly, "love creates truth, goodness and beauty, and in turn this truth, goodness and beauty can nourish and nourish love." Appreciating and enjoying true, good, and beautiful things is also a kind of nourishment and maintenance of love. ”

"Makes sense," I smiled, "it's rare to have someone who appreciates love so much!" ”

"Do you have any books or magazines on love stories in your house?" Yanhui asked with a smile.

"I rarely buy books in that area," I said to Yanhui apologetically, "and the books are so expensive that I am reluctant to buy them!" However, I do have a lot of classic love stories on my computer. ”

"Not to mention in the computer, even in the rice cooker, I have to watch it!" Yanhui turned around with a smile and smiled at the boy named Shuyu at the counter.

"Go ahead! Go ahead! Shuyu deliberately pretended to be impatient and raised his hand to Yanhui, "Don't forget to come back for dinner!" ”

Yan Hui smiled, and jumped outside the store with an arrow step.

I walked towards my house with Yanhui.

Yanhui followed closely behind me.

"Are you really a writer?" Yanhui asked as she walked, with an expression of disbelief.

"Yes yes, because I sit at home all day," I said, pretentiously, "because I often write for the sake of mixed food, and writers are supposed to write for the soul!" ”

Yanhui stopped talking and followed me thoughtfully.

Back in the house, I turned on the computer, opened the library of classic love stories that I had collected before, let Yanhui sit in the computer chair, and then made her a cup of fragrant tea.

"Don't be so polite!" Yanhui smiled embarrassedly, "This makes me feel flattered!" ”

"This is how it should be," I said, picking up a bag of leftover melon seeds on the bookshelf and placing it in front of Yanhui, "For girls who like love stories, they should be cared for and loved by everyone." Because now people who like love stories are as rare and precious as Tibetan antelopes. ”

Yanhui looked up at me with a flower-like face, smiled like a sunshine, and began to lower her head and look at the love stories on the computer screen with interest, not talking, not drinking water, not eating melon seeds, and ignoring me, it seemed to be very engaged.

"Oh my God!" Yanhui suddenly shouted as if she had discovered a new world, "Is there really this story?" ”

"Which story?" I asked, puzzled.

"Oyu's story!" Yanhui looked back and smiled.

"There was such a silly boy in the Spring and Autumn Period," I said, looking at Yanhui's young and beautiful face, "and he was waiting for his beloved woman under the bridge." The rain was pouring down, and the river kept rising, but she never appeared. The stupid boy held on to his promise and refused to leave, and in the end he was drowned there holding on to the bridge......"

"When my boyfriend told me about it before, I thought he was a liar!" Yanhui said seriously, "I don't think he's stupid, he's infatuated." ”

"Yes," I said, smiling, "infatuated love! ”

"Infatuated love," Yanhui said thoughtfully, "this is a kind of transcendence of life, beyond time, beyond space, beyond life itself, just like a moth that sacrifices itself to put out a fire, a silkworm that spins itself; Infatuated love, love is the whole meaning of life, and there is no place in the soul for anything else; Infatuated love is to love only one person in your life, you can live for it, die for it, pursue it for it, be persistent for it, and be loyal to it...... Infatuated love, for a lifetime, never abandon, never regret, no matter whether the ending is good or bad; Infatuated love, an infatuated word, soaked in a lot of ups and downs, dominates the joys and sorrows of generations......"

"Oh my God!" I looked at Yanhui's constantly fluttering lips and said with emotion, "You are really a sack loss if you are not a writer!" Even when you speak, you have punctuation! ”

"Actually, when I was in school, I liked to write something," Yanhui said in a quiet tone after falling into contemplation, "but once I go out into society, I don't have time to read books, let alone write articles!" ”

"And what other love story did your boyfriend tell you?" I asked with interest.

"I've talked a lot!" Yan Hui said emotionally, "What a cowherd and weaver girl, Meng Jiangnu and migrant worker Wan Xiliang who cried down the Great Wall, scholars Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi, Qin Sang who grinded tofu and the girl Huang He, Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo who dressed as men, Miss Cui Yingying and poor scholar Zhang Junrui, etc.!" ”

"Your boyfriend knows a lot!" I laughed and said, "I guess he tricked you by telling a love story!" ”

"I really let you talk about it," Yanhui smiled embarrassedly, "I used to work in a supermarket with him, and he pestered me all day long to tell me those love and hate love stories, and he was fired by the unit leader on the grounds of affecting work; The job is gone, and he has to go to the supermarket every day to pester me; Later, I quit my job and drifted with him to Beijing, where I opened such a small self-selected store. Seriously, I like him because he loves to tell me love stories! ”

In my heart, an indescribable feeling suddenly swelled up, because of the beautiful girl Yanhui in front of me who can be fed by a love story.

Yanhui and I chatted a few words, symbolically swallowed a few melon seeds, and then began to lie in front of the computer and watch the love stories one by one with great concentration.

After a while, Yanhui's mobile phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID on her phone, stood up reluctantly, and said reluctantly:

"I really don't want to go back to dinner, but I really need to go back to eat! I really want to take your computer back and look at it slowly, but I really can't take it away! ”

"I don't need you to hug me," I said, turning on the printer, putting a wad of paper in it, and starting to print those love stories, "I'll print them all out for you, you can take them back and enjoy them too!" ”

"Thank you so much!" Yanhui danced happily.

In the crisp sound of printing, classic and beautiful love stories appear on a piece of white and clean paper. Finally, I stacked the stacked papers on the table and handed them to Yanhui respectfully. Seeing her excited and contented appearance, my heart was also inexplicably happy.

"Love creates truth, goodness and beauty," I said to Yanhui with a smile, "and this truth, goodness and beauty, in turn, nourishes and nourishes love." ”

"Yes," Yan Hui smiled, "appreciating and enjoying a beautiful love story is also a kind of nourishment and maintenance of love." ”

I waved my hand to Yanhui.

Yanhui smiled like a flower blooming in the spring breeze.

In the days that followed, I would often sort out and print out the classic love stories I had collected on the Internet, books and newspapers, and bring them to Yanhui when I went downstairs to buy cigarettes and alcohol. As a result, we gradually became acquainted, chatting together, drinking together, and talking about our understanding and perception of those love stories together.