It's easy to give up, but it's hard to start over.

As long as you have the idea of giving up, even if you are persuaded to return in the end, your emotions and mentality will become different from before.

In a person's life, there will always be a lot of setbacks, a lot of choices, a lot of reasons to give up, and in a person's life, it seems that there will be another person in your ear who constantly persuades you to give up.

Those classic aphorisms that persuade people to persist and not give up have been reduced to what many people call poisonous chicken soup for the soul and are disdained.

However, only those who persevere to the end can understand that these are not poisonous chicken soup, but a kind of salvation.

Yang Fan sat in front of the computer, although he made a promise never to give up, but it was difficult for him to calm down.

Yang Fan wrote more than 1,000 words, then deleted and re-wrote, and did this again and again for more than an hour, but in the end, the document on the computer screen was still as blank as before.

Yang Fan leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette, the bright red cigarette butt emitted a trace of smoke, so that Yang Fan couldn't help but focus on the smoke, the smoke wrapped around him like spider silk. Yang Fan pressed the cigarette hard into the ashtray, as if the entangled spider silk had disappeared because of his movements.

"I'm going out for a walk. Yang Fan said.

Lan looked at Yang Fan's movements, and she also knew in her heart that Yang Fan was not in a good state at this time, and if she forced him to write, it would only backfire, so she said approvingly, "Let's go out for a walk, dinner will be waiting for you." ”

Yang Fan changed his clothes and walked out, it was seven o'clock in the evening, there were a lot of people on the street, looking at the people coming and going, Yang Fan felt inexplicably depressed, he lit a cigarette and stood silently next to him in a daze.

"Mom, let's go to the bookstore and buy books. A cute little boy said to his mother.

The mother looked at her phone, as if she was in a hurry, but looking at her son's expectant eyes, it was difficult to choose for a while. After a while, she touched her son's head and said, "Good son, I have to go back to cooking, the bookstore is too far away, what books do you want, mom will buy them for you online." ”

The little boy thought about it, but finally nodded reluctantly, and obediently followed his mother.

Yang Fan listened silently to the conversation between the mother and son, and suddenly he had the urge to go to the bookstore in his heart, thinking about it carefully, he had never been to the bookstore since he went to college.

When I went to university, I downloaded the books I wanted to read or bought them online, but my impression of bookstores was already very vague.

Yang Fan took out his mobile phone and tried to search for nearby bookstores, but he didn't expect that there were really many bookstores in the neighborhood, there were as many as five, but four of them were a combination of coffee catering and bookstores, and there was only one traditional bookstore, and the name of that bookstore was very interesting, called the last bookstore.

Yang Fan followed the navigation of his mobile phone and walked to the bookstore, which was not big, only fifty or sixty square meters, but it gave people the feeling that although the sparrow was small, it had all the organs.

The owner of the bookstore was an old man who looked to be in his seventies, wearing glasses and gray hair.

He was struggling to read a book on the small counter with gold-framed reading glasses, his expression was very serious, as if he had been addicted to the wonderful world of the book, and even Yang Fan walked into the bookstore without interrupting the old man's concentration in reading.

Pop songs from the 90s are displayed in the store, familiar but the titles are hard to remember, and the lazy and elegant music accompanies the coolness of the season, but it has a heartwarming feeling.

Yang Fan walked in cautiously, for fear of disturbing the interest of the counter owner to read the book, there were no customers in the bookstore except him, and he seemed extremely lonely and lonely, but Yang Fan didn't feel the slightest loneliness, he just gently looked for any books of interest in the bookstore.

There were a lot of books in this bookstore, and Yang Fan felt dazzled just by a slight glance, so he walked slowly and walked to the end of the bookstore.

There was a large cabinet at the end of the bookstore, on which a simple banner was pasted, Yang Fan raised his head to look at the banner, and the four large characters on the banner were written in pine and powerful

Recommended by the store manager

Yang Fan smiled wickedly and looked at the bookshelf, only to find that each book on this bookshelf did not have the layer of tamper-evident packaging film that prevented the book from being destroyed.

Some of the books already look a little worn, and at first glance, they have been read by many people, and there are traces of creases in the cover corners of the books. But because of the shabby appearance, it attracts more attention.

Yang Fan looked at those books, couldn't help but put away his smile, and stared at them seriously.

The books on the shelves not only have major literary masterpieces at home and abroad, but also some niche but familiar prose novels, and some books in Yang Fan's childhood memory.

Yang Fan looked at this bookshelf and was silent, he remembered when he was a child, when he was a child, at that time he didn't like to play like most children, but liked to read quietly alone.

At that time, he always pestered the adults in the family, took him to Xinhua Bookstore, and then held the book alone and looked at it all day. Maybe the original intention of writing is because I like to read.

Yang Fan's fingers touched the books on the shelves, those touches made him trance, he didn't know how long he hadn't read physical books, he took a greedy breath, as if smelling the fragrance of the book, he finally sank down, carefully selected a book, and read it hungrily like an old man at the counter.

The book Yang Fan chose was called "The Book Thief", and the reason why he chose this book was only because of his name, thinking it was a relaxing or warm book.

When Yang Fan read it, a feeling that he had never experienced before poured into his heart. There is a heaviness and shock, and there is an inexplicable warmth. He couldn't help but read on.

Although the title of the chapters of this book makes people feel confused, although the book is heavy, although the book is only 120,000 words, it is less than a tenth of the novel he is going to write. But it shook the soul fiercely.

Moved by Liesel's experience and innocence in the book, he has not been moved by a book for a long time, and a tear quietly falls on the book.

Yang Fan saw the tears falling on the book, and he couldn't help but start to panic a little. He picked up his sleeve and gently wiped the tears that fell on the book, for fear that he would damage the book.

"It's a good book. A kind voice came from behind Yang Fan.

"Hmm" Yang Fan replied subconsciously, and then he sensed that something was wrong, and turned around to find the boss standing behind him who was at the counter. Yang Fan looked at the bookstore owner and smiled awkwardly, and his action of wiping the book was clearly seen in the boss's kind eyes.

"Worthy of my recommendation. The bookstore owner didn't seem to see Yang Fan's movements, and his wrinkled face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"I'm sorry, I soiled the book. Yang Fan bowed his head and sincerely apologized, after all, his tears fell on the book, and when the store owner saw it, he felt a sense of guilt in his heart for destroying the goods.

"How could it be that you stained a book?" said the bookstore owner with a smile, he patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said seriously, "Tears of emotion and a smile of joy will never stain a book." ”

After hearing this, Yang Fan couldn't help but be stunned.

The bookstore owner looked at Yang Fan's appearance and smiled and continued, "Every book and every writer, what I look forward to most is the moving tears and joyful smiles of readers, remember?"

Yang Fan listened to the words of the bookstore owner in front of him, and nodded subconsciously, but he pondered this sentence repeatedly in his heart, and the more he pondered it, the more he thought about it, because he couldn't renew his impetuous heart, he became calm.

"It's half past nine, and I'm closing. The shopkeeper pointed to the bookshelf, and the clock broke Yang Fan's thinking.

Yang Fan looked at the clock, and couldn't help but remember that there were three little guys at home who were waiting for him to have dinner, and couldn't help but feel bad, Yang Fan was about to put the book in his hand back on the shelf, but he was still worried about the plot of the next chapter, and Yang Fan's actions hesitated for a while.

Yang Fan finally put the book back on the shelf, he only had 15 yuan left in his pocket, not enough to buy the book, he decided to come back tomorrow to read the book, and wait for the convenience store to pay the salary before buying the book back.

"Do you like this book?" the bookstore owner couldn't help but think when he looked at Yang Fan.

"Well, I like it, this book is so touching, and it's so soul-stirring, especially the descriptions of Liesel and Rudy Steiner, I can't help but cry. Yang Fan said embarrassedly.

The bookstore owner walked to the bookshelf and gently took the book down, Yang Fan looked at the bookstore owner in confusion.

The bookstore owner gently straightened the cover of the book, and the cover, which had been a little wrinkled, was smoothed out under his rough old hands.

Then the bookstore owner handed the book to Yang Fan and said with a smile: "Take it away." ”

Yang Fan looked at the bookstore owner's actions, couldn't help but shake his hand, and refused a little shyly, "I... I don't have much money on hand..."

"It's okay to take it, even if I give it to you, the old book from ten years ago is not worth a few dollars, and the book only has the meaning of existence in the hands of people who really like it." The bookstore owner said with a smile.

"I..." Yang Fan didn't know what to say, he looked at the smiling face of the bookstore owner and the bright eyes that could not be refused, he took the book and bowed deeply.

"Don't forget, you were moved by the book, don't forget, you were moved. The bookstore owner said seriously.

"I will never forget it!" Yang Fan took the heavy book, and his heart, which had been calm with great difficulty, became hot again.

Yang Fan walked out of the bookstore and looked at the bookstore sign, the last bookstore. He couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know why he was laughing. He carefully placed the book on his chest.

Then he looked at the street, and the street that had just made him feel oppressed, perhaps because of the desertion, or maybe because of something else, suddenly made him feel cheerful.

"Went back and updated. Yang Fan said to himself with a smile.