[Twilight] Bright sunshine

I was suffocated by him and wanted to escape. In the closed car, the breath on his body was particularly strong, not like mint but like early summer roses.

Finally, I opened the car door without saying a word, almost wanting to run away.Of course I restrained that ridiculous impulse, stood up straight with great effort, and walked slowly to the streets of Seattle, the drizzle mixed with the cold of winter fell on my face.I just realized that fast heart rate and blushing are very troublesome things. At least these reactions make me look immature at all, even embarrassed.Rick parked the car quickly and he caught up.We have again become a state of walking in front and following behind.

Just when I thought things couldn't be more shocking, it tends to play a joke on me that makes you wrestle.The relationship was so unequal that by the time I was ready to develop it, he had turned into a hurricane at sea, rolling up stormy seas.

I walk down the stairs to the basement shop area of ​​Pioneer Square, where I'm looking for some small independent bookstores.Unlike chain bookstores, independent bookstores are more private study rooms with strong personal characteristics.Rick followed me, and I could hear his footsteps, ghostlike.I can smell the aroma of selling sweets here, and the drizzling weather in Seattle is gloomy without a trace of natural light. The dim lights guide us into the underground shopping area.

I'm still thinking about what Rick said, how his feelings were so irrational that my deep-rooted conventional wisdom was crumbling.

Love at first sight, unbelievable, I've never hit the jackpot on a good thing.It's like someone telling me out of the blue that you've won the lottery for a million dollars, and God knows you haven't even bought a single lottery ticket.

A few steps down the stairs, an exaggerated reaction like running wildly while stepping on thorns.I hurried into a private bookstore. The owner is a native of Seattle. He is a bachelor in his 40s. He has a beard and likes plaid shirts and khaki pants. When he was young, he used to work in Africa. .

"Hi, Claire." The boss was reading the New York Times, sitting in his chair.Next to him was the counter, with coffee, stacks of books, and a new copy of The Seattle Times on the black tabletop.He knew me because I would come here to search for books from time to time, including the university area where I often go.

I greeted in return, and then got behind a bookshelf, this bookstore looks small, but inside there is something special.All kinds of books, literature, science, fairy tales and second-hand books, if you are lucky, you can also meet the boss who will sell discounted books.

I randomly picked out a fairy tale, wishing I could stuff myself into the book.The bookcases are full of books, messy and disorderly.The light here is not hurting the eyes and is soft. I leaned against the bookcase and grabbed the fairy tale book about the witch and the prince in my hand.

Rick came over, he had no curiosity about this place, maybe it was too small in his eyes, and he was always too indifferent to shabby places.

What if the witch was a cursed princess?The ending in the book will always tell you that.

He glanced at the book in my hand, and his porcelain-white face froze in the light. "You still like this kind of story?"

Although the messy background of books, the combination with the elegant young man is so beautiful that people want to leave a photo.But the irony in his words was so strong that I wanted to slap a fairy tale book on his face.

His personality is always a big problem. I am not afraid of his anxiety, but I am afraid of his defiant.

"Keep a childlike innocence, be content and always be happy." I turned around and looked at the books one after another. Some of the books on it had been placed for too long, and the title pages began to turn yellow.I don't even know how he did it. In the last 10 minutes, he confessed to you, which made your heart beat faster, and in the next 10 minutes, he can naturally piss you off.

I stretched out my hand to caress the spine of the book, and suddenly wanted to knock the book with my head. Was the tone just now too sharp?Who will tell me how to talk about love?

Talk about life, talk about ideals, talk about experience, or talk about hobbies.

I found that Rick was not interested in any of these topics.Is he never going to be normal?This makes it difficult for me to start, how should a girlfriend be?This question torments me, his feelings are not at all on the same line as my likes.

Love, well, his confession is love at all.

He didn't know when he had come behind me, I was facing the bookcase, and he was standing behind me.The shadows covered the top of my head, and the titles of books became densely packed letter tadpoles.

The familiar breath, I have to stop breathing.He doesn't need to touch me with his fingers, this perfume-like smell has become his fingers, he doesn't need to hug me to warm my skin, just staring at me with his beautiful eyes is enough.

"Children." He leaned close to me, and it was not clear whether it was tolerance or another kind of ridicule in his tone.

I didn't look back, and said in a stiff and serious tone, "Who is it?"

Neither of us has the kind of way of doing things that is smooth enough to dance gracefully. His personality is indifferent but his feelings are so enthusiastic that it makes people retreat. I know that I am serious but dare not express it.

...too soon, I said to myself.

But he couldn't control it, and accepted him all at once.

It made me feel dazed, and occasionally had the strange feeling that we had known each other before we met, and had known each other for a long time.

A hand passed behind the shoulder, and his fingertips, dark gloved fingers, seemed to burst through the darkness.My hand happened to be on a science fiction novel, and his finger just pointed to the book next to the science fiction novel. He touched the book very slowly and slid down from the English letters on it.

Then I heard his silky voice, floating out faintly, I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I could see that the book he was referring to was the Iliad.A narrative epic with very old content is nestled quietly in a modern bookstore with the aroma of coffee.

"What are you talking about?" I lowered my head, his voice was like singing, flowing slowly behind me.This made me wonder about the real meaning behind these melodies.

"I think of wars and incompetent politicians." His voice was like the weather in Seattle, which could turn cloudy at any moment, not necessarily rainstorms, but certainly no sunshine.

"Don't understand, the Trojan War?" I looked at the book he was pointing at, but still didn't know what he was talking about.

"Ancient Greek." He finally moved his hand away and continued to walk up. The elegant sleeve was attached to his arm. Between the glove and the cuff, his exposed wrist was so white that it was almost luminous and fragile.The above book was Plato, and he muttered a few more words, this time quickly translating his Greek into American English. "Love makes the sharp battle ax rusty, makes the king on the throne humble, it makes people decadent and depraved..."

I don't know which aphorism he was talking about, and Plato probably didn't say it.

After a second pause, he continued to say the last sentence, "If you lose it, you will usher in death."

Unbelievably pessimistic, which surprised me at the meaning of his words.Is he telling me love can kill him?

I looked up and saw his fingers on the bookcase. He seemed to want to crush those poor books, so hard that the inner muscles of his hands trembled slightly.I suddenly wanted to comfort him, and raised my hand uncontrollably, wanting to hold his hand.Before it almost touched his white wrist, he pulled away suddenly.When I couldn't react, he panted violently, suppressing some kind of pain, and quickly left behind me.

I was still holding that book of fairy tales, and his refusal poked me in the heart, he hated me.But I immediately suppressed this thought, and turned to see Rick leaning against another bookcase, and a large pile of books was densely packed on top of the cabinet.His jaw was set, his dark eyes were looking at me fiercely, his exposed wrists were covered again by his sleeves because they were hanging down. The helplessness is so obvious.

He did it wrong.The helplessness that was immediately suppressed seemed to be telling others his inner self-blame.

"Are you okay?" I was suddenly not afraid of anything, his dark and incomprehensible emotions, and his eyes that had nothing to do with any warmth could not stop me from walking.

I walked up to him quickly, was he afraid that I would touch him?So defensive, I looked at the faint shadows under his eyes, this overly gloomy expression made him look even more difficult to mess with.I am no longer reckless, and my steps are light and slow, and the hand holding the book is behind my back, and I stop carefully in front of him.

He stared down at me, roses couldn't bloom on this man's face, he was always so pale.I don't know why he can be so refined, he often makes me feel that what I see is not a human being, but another beautiful life.

I raised my head, and my long hair fell down my back. I knew he was clenching his fists tightly, but his eyes told me that he didn't care. What a contradiction.I tried to introduce myself, "Maybe my personality is not very good, I am not beautiful enough, I don't know how to describe my annoying withdrawn, I, I... I actually like you, Rick." Introducing myself, I'm trying to be more honest, it's not going to kill me, but I'm terrified.

I have lost the enthusiasm for this kind of relationship for too long, I don't really believe that someone will love me, I am always timid and want to run away at any time.

I am cautious and serious, and no one drags me or even hesitates. "Maybe not to that extent yet, but I won't play tricks on you, I will try my best to keep you in my heart."

Love is more like an inescapable responsibility to me, I am still groping, the good impression comes too fast, and I am too slow to enter the state.

"You like me." This fact made his expression strange, joyful and fanatical. He was eager to prove it, and his suspicious eyes made him look at me restlessly.

I took a step back, and he suddenly turned into a beast, and I was scared away by his appearance.I wrinkled my fingers on the book, so I had to buy it. "Do you think I'm on a multi-person date?" I didn't know why he was so guarded, and told me in a very casual tone that he fell in love with me at first sight, but he didn't believe that I would fall in love with him at all. .

I shouldn't be picking up books about fairy tales, but books about love languages, dating men and women, or the cure for your paranoid mental illness.

"You are excellent." I commented calmly, then immediately turned away from him, slipped through a bookcase, and disappeared into his fiery sight.I leaned against a stack of literature books and heard his easy laugh from behind the bookcase.Does someone compliment him to make him particularly happy?I reached out and hugged myself, bowed my head deeply, and only now dared to start shaking, it's nothing, American girls are passionate.

God, I actually said it.Spent all my decades of courage, my sadly fragile nerves.I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, shaking my shoulders, not at all doubting that if there was a mirror in front of me, the person in the mirror would have turned into a boiled crab.

The soul still belongs to the reservation of the Jiangnan woman in the previous life. My carelessness and cautiousness are all trampled to death by myself.

"Claire, how about I buy all the fairy tale books here?" On the other side of the bookcase, his tone became cunning and harsh, like a villain boss who had finally turned defeat into victory, mocking his enemy fiercely.

The flush on my face was suffocated by his teasing, and it became even more uncontrollably hot.This is not shyness but anger. I want to strangle him. Wouldn't he be more considerate and treat the girl he confessed to like this? Or does he think that love is a war, and whoever reveals more will lose the battle.

Then he's all but defeated, Tyrannosaurus.

"You can take all the fairy tales back and use them as your bedside books at night." I fiercely pulled out two science fiction novels, one of Stephen King's Ten Days of Dangerous Love, plus the book of fairy tales in my hand, and strode away in my arms go out.

I was looking for some Mark Twain novels to help with my literature class grades, but now I really don't want to see any books for extracurricular essay assignments.When I came to the boss's counter to check out, the boss who had changed a newspaper came over. These books are much more expensive than food.I took out the wallet in my backpack, but before I found out the money, the boss had already started giving change.The two men who gave the money and took the money were too fast, and the transaction was completed before I took out the money.

I am used to the AA system, and it feels like being in debt when someone else pays for you.

It's okay, I will be responsible for the rest of the money for today's expenses, and I will take the books on the counter and go out of the store.The boss muttered to himself, "To be afraid of love is to be afraid of life, and a person who is afraid of life is half a zombie."

Isn't this the famous quote of Burrusau?Where did he get the inspiration to suddenly sigh such words?

I look like a zombie?

It is undeniable that I was actually very scared, and I was afraid that this kind of feeling would come too suddenly.There is no extra foreshadowing, it is simply inexplicable.

Rick catches up to me, he always follows so easily, and I hear him sigh, this faux worry just doesn't suit him.We're back on the street, a man in a windbreaker is walking in the rain, my woolen hat doesn't protect against the rain at all, I'm pulling the hood of my waterproof jacket over my head, it may be a weird image, but it's a delay The tragedy of wet hair.

But suddenly I didn’t know where to go. I used to go to Seattle because I needed something, and I would go to the mall. Men don’t like to go to the mall.There used to be a period of time when I would go to the library of the University of Washington. The books there are like treasures. Unfortunately, I have a psychological shadow and I dare not go there. I will overcome this terrible nightmare before I go to college.I really don't have anything to go here, maybe I have walked too much nearby, and there is nothing new about it.

Strolling around Pike Place Market... I'm not sure he's going to accompany me to Starbucks coffee with this guy in all his splendor, especially if I want to pick up a couple of fish to make soup with.

Or we can spend a few dollars to the Seattle Aquarium to see tropical fish, but I am not interested in otters and fish swimming in the water. After seeing too much tide under the reef, will I be numb to this kind of ornamental seafood?

My romantic cells must be dead, I barely comfort myself, the two of us walking in the rain on the streets of Seattle is also a very beautiful thing.The temperature is just right, and the rain won't make you shiver and spoil the fun, but it's a pity that walking like this is stupid.So what a mistake it is to say that there is no well-designed travel schedule.

"Are you going to go all the way from here to Africa?"

Rick gave me a dark look, and it seemed I wasn't the only one who thought the gesture was silly.

"I have a dream." I won't show the flaws that people will laugh at anymore, damn boyfriend, it's more realistic for me to raise a dog to accompany me to watch the sunset.It’s fine if I’m not romantic and withdrawn, he’s better than me, he doesn’t have the concept of dating a boyfriend or girlfriend at all.

No, at least he still has advantages, and he is very straightforward when paying.

"What do you want?" His tone was like a hound smelling barbecue, and he didn't know that he thought he was interrogating the prisoner to find the answer to the murder.

"One day, the person I love...cough." I barely ambiguous the word love, which really challenged my bottom line.

But Rick could hear it clearly, his face tensed, and the rain slid down his blond hair and onto his face, making him look even more grim.I had a terrible premonition that if I accidentally said that the person I loved was not his name, he would kill me.

"With the person I love, take a walk in the rainy city of Seattle, and then we will go to a movie called Sleepless in Seattle." I didn't have any dreamy feelings when I said it, dry and pale, although it sounds Yes, but this is just the excessive fantasy of a second-stage girl in her previous life.

In the rain, even if it is drizzle for a long time, there is a danger of catching a cold.

And the movie has long been offline.

"Sleepless in Seattle?" Rick was so unfamiliar with the name, so he pronounced it once strangely.He suddenly laughed, the corners of his mouth were soft, his eyes were bright and clear, and a gentle smile spread from his mouth to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Like the moonlight, in this cleanest season, it easily melted the frozen snow and ice in everyone's hearts.I stared blankly at the rain on his face, he was always too gorgeous, it was because he never smiled like this.

"Well, the director is Nora Ephron." I finally came back to my senses, dragged myself back from that overwhelmed feeling, and added some information about the film nervously.This is superfluous, and we are not going to see it.

"There is really no dream to pursue in life." His gentle smile was like a blooming flower, but it was short-lived, and soon returned to his harsh and critical nature.

Does he die if he doesn't laugh at others?Or is it his job to despise people?

Then this bastard is too insecure.

I'm going to dump him, kick him off on the first day, and get a dog.

I just don't know what to say about his attitude. The smug villain succeeded. I saw him take out his mobile phone, and because it was someone else's privacy, I deliberately stayed away from him.

I heard him speaking to the person on the other side of the phone in a language that I was familiar with but few words I could understand. It sounded like the boss was giving orders to the wage earners.

I don't know what he does, is he a student?Part-time job is a little bit of money... Boss of a certain private company?I thought about it unreliably, maybe it was really a huge inheritance.

"Italian," I whispered, the language weighed heavily on my memory.

Rick watched me warily, completely bewildered, and then he calmed down again. "Let's go." Without asking my opinion, he grabbed my arm and walked forward against the light rain.

"Where are you going?" I was dragged away unprepared.

"Watch a movie." He said as if he was going to kill someone.

Ha, well, watching a movie is a good way to date, I said bitterly to myself.The question is what movies does he like?Horror, Thriller, Violence, Rated Rated?No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like someone with a literary heart who can accept romance films.

When he was dragged into a movie theater at the intersection of two streets in downtown Seattle, I realized that he didn't even buy a ticket, let alone buy a small popcorn bucket to pass the time.

I couldn't forget to turn my head to see those chocolates and Coca-Cola outside the movie hall.And the box office clerk, who didn't seem to have a problem with our intrusion, made me worry that Rick didn't know there was a ten-dollar admission fee to see the movie.

We went directly to the entrance of the screening room, and for a moment I couldn't see anything, a movie room with no lights, no one.Isn't today the weekend?What about the movie-loving family?What about the endless stream of moviegoers?The cinema owner is about to cry when he sees such a quiet cinema hall.

"You didn't go to the wrong place?" I was pushed to the front row of the movie by him, the seat was soft and hard, and the ticket was estimated to be more than ten dollars.A quiet, dark and unoccupied movie theater is not bad for making horror movies.

Rick sat directly next to me. He put his hands on the armrests, straightened his body, and paused for a moment before he remembered something and forced himself to lean on the back of the chair casually. "Start." He said coldly.

Then the screen began to play the opening credits, and when Tom Hanks appeared, I finally believed that "Sleepless in Seattle" was released again after many years.It seems that movie theaters sometimes get nostalgic, abandoning a lot of new movies that can make money and have good publicity, and play old movies to hook other people's nostalgia.

"How did you do it? You rented out the entire movie hall?" I suddenly wanted to go home and watch DVDs. The back row was empty, and the only noise was the light of the movie screening.

"Isn't that what you want?" He watched the movie dully, his expression so expressionless that he wished that the only audience would know that he really couldn't understand this thing.

"Yes, a dream." Am I shooting myself in the foot? This movie is really good. I am tired of watching those terrible blockbuster movies. I prefer to watch some warm romance movies to relieve the pressure of reality.

And I no longer dare to ask what his part-time job is, after all, the place where I often go to work is a cheap supermarket... I don't want to ask the cruel reality that he can actually buy several supermarkets directly.I don't even want to be Cinderella selling matches for half a second, a huge inheritance - and a brother who may be fighting for the inheritance, it's a terrible idea.

The hero is watching the fireworks lonely, and he is imagining another rose heaven on the screen.

I sat with him in a deserted movie theater, watching a fictional love story in another world.

Sometimes I would be immersed in the movie, and sometimes I would pay attention to him, without any sound. If I didn't watch it specially, I would think that there was no one around me at all.

Warm romance films can see the effect of thrillers, we are destined to lack romantic cells.It's raining outside Seattle, and the people in the movie are missing out.

The time was long and short, I could almost hear my own silent breathing, and it suddenly occurred to me that maybe we could sit here forever.

"whenifallinlove (when I fall in love)."

When the song sounded, I followed the title of the song. This is a song I am very familiar with. I am heartbroken by the euphemism in the song.Hearing it again, that warm feeling is so different.

I never thought that I would walk with him in the rain on the streets of Seattle and watch a movie called Sleepless in Seattle.

Rick didn't really show his expression until I spoke up, and he seemed to wait for me to finish the movie, completely silent from beginning to end.Terrible patience, I knew he wasn't paying attention to the movie at all, he was looking at the edge of the screen.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly.

This tone is a bit like a teacher asking students for their impressions after reading.

"What do you think?" I asked cautiously.

"boring."

"..." I felt again that it was a mistake not to slap him in the face with the book.

"I like it very much." Although the people I watched with me didn't buy it, I still foolishly lowered my head and admitted that I was actually that naive ghost who would be moved by love movies.

"You can sit here until you don't want to watch it." He took it for granted that the theater was his home, as if I would go camping here.

"Thank you." I bowed my head and thanked softly.

It was really an unforgettable movie, and I was actually very moved.

"Shouldn't the thank you come with a reward?" He said stingily and proudly, puzzled.

What the hell am I being moved by?Are you moved by the future doomed to watch the sunset alone?

Who has a thicker skin, I intertwined my fingers to hypnotize myself, I am actually older, I am more mature than him, don't care about a guy who is younger than me.

"One, one...kiss." I was absolutely dumbfounded watching the movie, it was so bold, I regretted it after I finished speaking, the flames burned my hair, let me apologize.

It was silent again and again, I looked forward, it was fine, no one could hear clearly what I just said in my mouth except myself.

"You are paid dearly."

When I thought I had finally escaped a catastrophe, the people around me responded reluctantly.I turned sideways in shock, with my arms crossed in front of my chest in a guarding motion.

Rick showed a terrible grin in the dark movie theater, "Are you going to regret it? Claire."

I held my breath and weighed it over and over for a few seconds. My brain was confused by a few sticks, but I still didn't have the courage to refuse.

He had already leaned over, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, I was so forced by him that I didn't dare to move at all.He stretched out his hand slowly, and the breath on his body became stronger, eroding my senses.I stared at his movements motionlessly, his appearance was not gentle at all, but his movements were incredibly graceful.He saw his gloves, took them off, and I saw his hands for the first time.The first impression was that he was white, and there was no sense of dissonance with his skin.

I don't know why he keeps wearing gloves, because they are not flawed, but perfect.

He stretched out his hand, desire overflowing in his eyes, his fingertips almost touched my face, but when I couldn't help blinking, he changed his direction again.He grabbed a strand of long hair on my shoulders, the moisture on it had dried, and the light golden hair was almost transparent under his fingertips.

He kissed it, eyes half down, not even the slightest trembling of the eyelashes, like a pious statue.

In this way, he left the kiss on my hair for a long time.

Like some kind of ancient and sincere prayer, I stared at him blankly, the warm feeling couldn't be stopped, it broke through the door of my heart.

whenifallinlove...

when i fall in love

this love will last forever

The author has something to say: I wanted to watch Sleepless in Seattle, but the internet speed was always stuck at the first 10 minutes.

I looked at the above text tangled, even the main character had read it but I didn’t.sad sang crawl away