sunken square

It was already night when Guan Rong returned to the bookstore.

Chen Yuechi vacated the space behind the main computer, put the old books under the escalator, and put a newly bought green plant beside it.It does look more attractive, and it shouldn't be too hard to sit on your knees.

"Thank you." Guan Rong said.Want to go to the attic.

Chen Yue smiled, took out a box from under the counter, put it on the table, looked at his back and shouted: "Mr. Guan, I don't know how to deal with this. Can you take a look?"

His tone was a bit strange, Guan Rong turned around, saw the box, and fell silent.

In fact, from seeing the things inside until now, Chen Yuechi didn't feel anything too real, but seeing Guan Rong's performance at this time, he suddenly began to feel depressed.This depression was not within his expected range, so he didn't notice it immediately, but instinctively, as if to prevent harm, temporarily put this emotion out of rational thinking.

"Where did it come from?" Guan Rong asked.

Chen Yuechi said: "The things in the box fell out from the space behind the host. I'm sorry, Mr. Guan. But I didn't look at it on purpose."

"It's okay," Guan Rong said, "You can help me deal with it when you go out to send things tomorrow. If you find it troublesome, just throw it away."

He cast a long look at the box before turning around.

This night Guan Rong lived in the attic of the bookstore, Chen Yuechi didn't go up, but greeted him downstairs before leaving.

The next day, Chen Yuechi took a pile of books to post, and tied the box to the back seat of the bicycle by the way.He didn't ask Guan Rong how to deal with these things.Selling waste paper is definitely not an option, as it may be picked up by someone if it is thrown into the garbage dump.

After posting the book, he went to the riverside.

He found an abandoned dam by the river, and one of the dams happened to be damaged, with a hole in the middle.

Chen Yuechi took out the box and a box of matches.

He never thought that one day he would deal with other people's memories without the presence of the protagonist.These are the imprints of Guan Rong's past, but he was the only one who witnessed the disappearance of the imprints.Maybe if these things are burned, Guan Rong's life scroll will be incomplete.Chen Yue insisted that this incompleteness was caused by him, and it was the power given to him by Guan Rong.

From this perspective, he may be considered special to Guan Rong.to certain extent.

Fiddling with the firelight, it is inevitable to see some words.While Chen Yuechi spurned himself, he couldn't help putting those words into his mind.

Compared with letters, postcards are carriers that need to be treated more carefully, so the words are restrained, and there will be verses in addition to missing.Most of the time that person called Guan Rong "Rong" and sometimes "Brother Rong".

Chen Yuechi's eyes were dazzled by the smoke from the pile of old papers. With his hazy vision, he saw a more special postcard, on which was written "Teacher Guan".

When I returned to the bookstore, it was just dark.Chen Yue went into the store, but Guan Rong was rarely there.In front of the computer desk, he said without looking back: "It's rare to see you absent from work."

There was no sense of reproach in saying that.Chen Yue smiled: "Go and deal with what you asked to deal with."

Guan Rong simply responded.Chen Yue couldn't tell whether he cared or didn't care.When he came back, he brought a bottle of milk by the way, and Chen Yuechi walked to the counter: "I brought it for you."

Guan Rong finally turned his head and raised his hand to take it: "Thank you."

Chen Yuechi observed very carefully that Guan Rong still avoided his hand when holding the bottle, and directly pressed the bottle cap with his thumb and forefinger to lift it away.It is too exaggerated to say that it is deliberate, and it is self-deception to say that it is unintentional.He suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if his heart had been scratched by a cat.

When I came back to my senses, there was a rustling sound outside, it was raining.

Guan Rong listened intently for a while: "It's raining in this cold, it's freezing rain."

Chen Yuechi said, "Brother Guan, I'm going home."

Guan Rong turned to look at him, as if he was weighing something, the first question was: "What did you call me?" Half a second later, he added: "How do you respond to such heavy rain?"

"Brother Guan." Chen Yuechi replied calmly, "I've known you for so long, and I think it's too unfamiliar to call you Teacher Guan, and I'm not your student, so it's not good to call you that way. I still have to go back when it's raining heavily, and take an umbrella." That's it."

Guan Rong frowned: "It's too ugly, it sounds like I'm some kind of underworld big brother, or else I'm a debt collector under the underworld big brother."

Chen Yue refused to answer, he said: "Call Rong brother."

"Brother Guan." Chen Yue shouted loudly.

Guan Rong raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Yuechi showed a just right smile.As long as he wants to, he's good at it.Guan Rong stared at him for a while, then turned his head to the computer screen: "I'll give you another chance, you can either call me brother or boss. Don't call me brother Guan."

The keyboard was crackled by him, and the mouse clicked a series of sounds after a while.Chen Yuechi heard him muttering: "What am I talking to you here?"

During the silence, only the sound of rain resounded through the night, and the cold wind made people feel in a trance.Chen Yuechi called out very late: "Brother."

The sound of the mouse stopped suddenly, and then continued to sound as if nothing had happened.Guan Rong said, "I'll leave when the rain stops. I found a small stove and came out to warm up some wine."

After the downstairs door was closed, the sense of secrecy in the attic was even stronger.But it's very likely that it's just an illusion.

In the attic, only the desk lamp was on, and Shaoxing opera was being sung on the small TV.Guan Rong moved the small tea table to the side to make a space on the carpet, and the two of them sat on the carpet, with a very low table in the middle and a small stove on top.Under the stove is a red-burning steel carbon, the degree is just right, and there is no soot smoke at all.

For safety, the window was still opened a small crack, and the cold wind trudged in from the night, collided with the heat in the room, and disappeared in a whirl.Leaves a very light flick on brows and lashes as it fades away.

The stove seemed to be specially used for warming wine, a small bowl was placed on it just right, and the wine was poured into the cup when it was hot, and it immediately smelled tangy.

"Where did the wine come from? It smells so good!" Chen Yuechi was surprised.

Guan Rong smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up: "It's brewed at home."

Chen Yuechi grasped the word "home" keenly, and didn't dare to continue asking.Guan Rong didn't seem to care, and said with a smile: "My grandpa likes to tinker with this."

He handed the first cup of warm wine to Chen Yuechi, and Chen Yuechi picked it up, his fingertips were about to touch it, but he gave it away quickly and not so obviously.

Chen Yuechi's heart tightened suddenly, but he still didn't reveal anything on his face.Just drank that glass of wine with a smile on his face.The hot air rolled into the throat all at once, burning all the way to the heart, and the warmth slowly accumulated, pushing away all the cold air brought by the wind just now.

He never knew that drinking is such a strong, but gentle aftertaste.

"Not bad, right?" Guan Rong smiled, shaking the small bowl while watching his expression, "The foreign wine may taste better, but it's really not as good as this wine. The old man said it was brewed in an ancient way."

Chen Yuechi licked his lips, put the wine glass on the table, carefully pushed it in front of Guan Rong, put his legs up, rested his chin on his knees, tilted his head slightly to watch Guan Rong's movements, and said, "Brother, do you still want to drink?" have a drink."

Perhaps because of drinking, Chen Yuechi's state was more relaxed than usual, and the cry of "Brother" seemed very natural, even a little like a child begging an elder.

Guan Rong's eyes were more curved, and the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, leaving very slight fine lines at the tail.He said: "Drink, you can drink as much as you want. After drinking, sign a contract of sale for me."

"You can sign now." Chen Yuechi said seriously.

Guan Rong smiled and focused on warming the wine.Chen Yuechi found a clean dish and began to peel the melon seeds.A small pile of kernels accumulated on the plate, and he pushed it to Guan Rong's side.

"Eat it yourself, aren't you too lazy to peel it?" Guan Rong asked.

Chen Yue shook his head: "I don't like melon seeds."

In the small stove in the night of the west wind, Chen Yuechi found that he really didn't hold a lot of alcohol, and he started to feel dizzy after the second drink.The two of them didn't talk much, just exchanging glasses and saucers in their hands from time to time.

Once again, Guan Rong handed the wine glass to Chen Yuechi, but still avoided Chen Yuechi's fingers.Intoxicated by the drunkenness, the moment Guan Rong withdrew his finger intentionally, Chen Yuechi's ears buzzed.

He immediately put down his wine glass, grabbed Guan Rong's wrist before he could take it back, and asked him aggrievedly, "Why didn't you touch me?"