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The warm sunlight shines in through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhuang Yaran puts away the newspapers and magazines on the table and prepares for work. The huge bookstore is illuminated by selfless light, and the neat bookcases seem to be more attractive because they contain boundless wisdom. The aroma of coffee floats in the air, with a touch of bitterness and charming sweetness. The red and tender roses stretch freely, pleasing people's critical eyes and impetuous mood to the greatest extent. With a cup of coffee, a piece of toast, and an apple, Zhuang Yaran enjoyed the quietness with no one around, feeling comfortable but not alone. At this moment, she was looking around at the space she had managed with her own hands. Everything she saw was the ideal appearance. A satisfied smile hung on the corner of her mouth, like a beautiful arc thrown on the bright canvas.

After Yaran graduated, she gave up working in her father's company and decided to follow her heart and create her own world. After several years of hard work and exploration, I finally opened my own small store. On the one hand, I can satisfy my hobby and love books as much as my life. On the other hand, I can also have my own niche. Now, when her father sees that she is developing smoothly, he turns a blind eye and secretly protects his daughter.

"Good morning, sister Yaran!" Zhenxin ran into the bookstore carrying an exaggeratedly large backpack, with a big smile on her face and wanted to give Yaran a hug, or to be precise, a bear hug. Yaran couldn't help but laugh, unable to resist the hot enthusiasm, "This dead kid won't grow up," Yaran said while helping her tidy up her fluffy and messy hair. She really liked this sister.

Zhenxin is Yaran’s cousin. She has never found a decent job after graduating from college, so Yaran invited her to run the bookstore business together, which helped her uncle solve a big problem. The addition of Zhenxin has boosted the atmosphere of the bookstore, and the combination of literature, art and youth has attracted many young people to come here to enjoy a leisurely afternoon, and the business is getting busier day by day.

"Sister Yaran, please call Brother Hangyuan." Zhenxin winked at her and handed the phone over with an ambiguous smile. Yaran shook her head with a smile and took the phone, "Hangyuan." "Is there something wrong?" "Excellent student, I have something to ask of you. The company just received a job and we don't have enough manpower. I'm out of town. Could you please come out and help me?" Su Hangyuan asked half-heartedly, "No. The talent of the eldest lady has been delayed. The Shangri Garden is a duplex with three floors. The owner requires a simple and tasteful design, haha." Su Hangyuan is Yaran's old classmate. Both of them went to the United States after high school to study interior design. After graduation, he also started his own business and opened his own interior design company. Now he has achieved some success and is very busy. Anyone with a discerning eye can see his feelings for Yaran, but Yaran always remains aloof and maintains the distance of an ordinary friend. Now that he had spoken, Yaran was really embarrassed to refuse, "When will you come back, I will go and check it out first, but I have agreed that I will only be responsible for the preliminary plan, and follow-up will be hands-free." "Thank you, Miss Zhuang. I will send the relevant information over in a moment. Goddess of rescue, I have a few more days. Don't be too tired. Thank you. See you later!"

Yaran hung up the phone. Thinking about things on your mind. It wasn't that she didn't know Su Hangyuan's feelings for her, but something was missing, so she refused to accept him. They are definitely good partners in study, but in love, one is like a volcano and the other is like an iceberg, leaving others confused as to when they will see this talented couple blossom and bear fruit.

Because they live in the same city and their parents know each other well, I hope that the two of them can achieve righteousness and the old people can let go of their heavy hearts. Unfortunately, Yaran's tepid attitude meant that her parents didn't want to say anything. The more they talked, the more Yaran wanted to escape. Both parents chose to sit back and watch what happens.

At this time, Yaran looked at the street lamp on the corner in a daze, "Zhuang Yaran, what are you waiting for? Is it the youth that cannot be returned? Or is it the person who remains in youth?"

Two

The next day, there was a hint of coolness in the air, but it felt very comfortable on the body. Early in the morning, Yaran received Su Hangyuan's request to go see the house, help others to the end, and set off.

After graduation, Yaran worked in a design company for several years, and her achievements were obvious.

It was her childhood dream to own a bookstore of her own, to be with books and enjoy life slowly. So in my fifth year of work, I spent all my savings to open my first bookstore. Since then, my dream has come true. Her family didn’t understand that she gave up a good job and gave up entering the family business, but seeing how happy she was in the world of her dreams and her business was improving, they were worried about her hard work, but they were happy for her.

After half an hour's drive, Yaran arrived at Shangri Home Community to provide interior design solutions to Su Hangyuan's customers. Duplex A3, Yaran saw someone waiting for her at the door from a distance, so she waved politely to the person. The person who greeted her was an older but polite and kind-hearted uncle.

This uncle's surname is Zhang. He is the driver of the homeowner. He was once the assistant of the homeowner's father, and now he has been following the young master. Yaran nodded listening to Uncle Zhang's introduction. The three-story duplex has a large space and a comfortable spatial layout, exuding a warm family feel. This feeling made Yaran startled. "Young master has changed three batches of designers. I hope Miss Zhuang can show off her skills this time." Uncle Zhang said encouragingly, "Definitely, definitely", Yaran replied with a smile.

After walking around upstairs and downstairs, Yaran already had a general direction in her mind. It should be said that the space here was exactly what she had in mind. Now she just had to move the space in her mind. The picture is restored to reality. Yaran thanked Uncle Zhang and said, "I will send the design to my house in a week. Please convey it to your husband. See you next week. Please stay, Uncle Zhang." Yaran gave Uncle Zhang a big thank you. Smile, Yaran is quite confident about this design. She likes to accept challenges. Walking on the quiet boulevard, the exquisite buildings gracefully come into view. The sun shines on people's bodies and hearts. It's so comfortable.

Unexpectedly, a black Land Rover flew past, and Yaran was so startled that she didn't turn around for a long time. The far away car body looked dazzling and domineering in the sunlight, exuding an aura that she was not allowed to approach. Yaran started the engine, not letting the scare just now ruin her good mood for the day, and went home.

At this time, Zhuang Yaran did not know that everything had already begun. What is supposed to come will eventually come, whether it is a coincidental encounter or an inadvertent reunion.

Three

In the top floor office of Yueyang Hotel, Mu Yifeng was looking at the materials in his hands intently. He was still hungover from last night's dinner and had a slight headache. "Mr. Mu, Miss Zhuang is here to visit. Uncle Zhang invited her here, do you think?" The well-trained voice of the secretary came into the office. Mu Yifeng looked at his watch. It was time to take a rest. "Invite her in." ." The voice was cold, but it sounded educated, with a hint of tiredness.

With a professional smile, the secretary motioned for Yaran to come in. She put down the magazine she was reading and walked straight to the closed door.

With a "Please come in", Yaran opened the door. The back of the office chair was facing her. There was a large window in the room that could see the blue sky. The sunlight infinitely enriched the color of the room. It was simple. Without losing style, it shows the taste of the owner.

"Hello, Mr. Mu! I am Zhuang Yaran from Yuanhang Design Office," she was about to introduce. The chair quickly turned to her, their eyes met, and time went back. Everything was quickly like a dream. flip through. The memory is suddenly pulled back to the green field where youth once flourished, back to the noisy study room, and fixed on the youthful back of the graceful young man in the afterglow of the sunset.

"Long time no see, I'm Mu Yifeng." There were some fluctuations in his voice, but it quickly calmed down. Yaran looked at the mature man in front of her, but he was no stranger to him, because he often appeared in her dreams. "Yeah, long time no see," Zhuang Yaran said awkwardly, trying to hide her inner confusion. In life, there are always jokes that catch people off guard and make them quarrelsomely.

"This is the interior design plan. Uncle Zhang asked me to send it over." Yaran smiled slightly, a little unnaturally. Mu Yifeng took everything in his eyes, took the blueprint and looked at it. Yaran held her hands slightly, and her palms were already wet. The atmosphere was strange, which made the secretary who came in to deliver tea feel uncomfortable.

"Why did you leave without saying a word?" Mu Yifeng raised his eyes and looked at Zhuang Yaran, showing no intention of letting her avoid him. He showed an aggressive aura, and the tight corners of his mouth betrayed his ups and downs of emotions.

"I", Yaran was made even more uncomfortable by this unexpected question, "because you didn't show up". Zhuang Yaran covered up the overflowing tears and replied harshly, "Nothing happened. You left without saying a word and didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye. Why? After ten years of separation, we may never see you again for the rest of our lives." Mu Yifeng stood up and walked to the window. The ups and downs of his back betrayed his anger. With a panoramic view of the city's tall buildings, and the scorching sunshine shining on the earth, do you know that the joys and sorrows of the world are happening every day, and they are extremely real.

"I'll give you a chance," Zhuang Yaran listened to Mu Yifeng's cold voice, the atmosphere was awkward and incompatible with the sunny weather, "I'll put the design here, take the first step," she said With that, Yaran got up and went out, trying to close the disturbing atmosphere behind her. "This matter is not over yet," Mu Yifeng's voice came from behind. Tears were Zhuang Yaran's best comfort at this time.

Mu Yifeng fell heavily on the chair, and his anger burned away the brightness of the entire office.

Four

Yaran drove very fast all the way, and did not come back to her senses until she was sitting in her own shop. Her eyes were red and she kept locking herself in the lounge. Zhenxin was anxious and didn't know what to do. Tears have always seemed to be insulated from Yaran. She is always inspirational, sunny and independent in front of others. Zhenxin had no choice but to call Su Hangyuan's phone, "Brother Hangyuan, this is Zhenxin. Sister Yaran locked herself in the lounge when she came back from outside. She didn't open the door no matter what. She just said it was okay. I'm a little worried. , She has never been like this," Zhenxin will always go to Su Hangyuan to solve problems, because in her heart, he is the one who can make sister Yaran laugh. "Sister, Brother Hangyuan called," Zhenxin knocked on the door cautiously, "Tell me I'm not here." Zhenxin didn't dare to ask again, "Brother Hangyuan, sister didn't answer the phone. She's been like this since she went back to the store in the afternoon. I don't know how to answer. Okay, I'll hang up first."

After a while, Yaran's cell phone rang, and the caller ID was Su Hangyuan. "What's the matter?" Yaran was confused and asked coldly, "I miss you." Su Hang was far from annoyed and said softly through the phone. Yaran's tears welled up uncontrollably, "Su Hangyuan, I'm tired. I can't help you this time," he said with suppressed sobs. When she was a student, Yaran's strong personality made her always keep things to herself, and she never talked about it to others, so she was used to being alone. Only Su Hangyuan knew that behind her efforts to be strong, there was also vulnerability and fear. She didn't say it, but he understood.

"I'll be back tomorrow, wait for me, don't worry." Su Hangyuan heard Zhuang Yaran's cry trying to hide it, and tried to comfort him calmly.

"After ten years, I reunited with the person in my heart. How can I tell you about Su Hangyuan?"

Five

"Jane Xin, is Yaran okay? I'll have an early flight tomorrow, take care of her and get some rest early, don't worry." Su Hangyuan's phone call comforted Zhenxin's uneasiness and anxiety. Yaran was lying on the bed, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she remembered the scene of today's encounter, "Ten years have made us cold to each other, Mu Yifeng, what did I do wrong?" After tossing and turning, Yaran got up and wrote in the diary. One line wrote this sentence, "Time makes me remember his smile, but it erases the familiarity."

Su Hangyuan got off the plane and went straight to Yaran's store. Everything was as usual. Customers in the store quietly select their favorite books, the atmosphere is quiet, soft music fills people's ears, and the fragrance of books unscrupulously penetrates people's hearts. Su Hang saw Yaran's figure from a distance, and his tense heart calmed down a lot. He picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number, "I'm back. Seeing that you're busy, I'll meet you at your store in the evening. Yaran looked around and saw the dusty Su Hangyuan, and smiled slightly, "Okay." Su Hangyuan came as promised, bringing a large bag of chocolates. The store at this time is the most beautiful time of the day, with only a few customers quietly enjoying the rare leisure time, wandering among the neat sea of ??books, and walking through the alluring aroma of coffee.

Zhenxin went to a class reunion, while Yaran was looking after the shop alone, answering customers' inquiries from time to time, being polite and kind. At this time, the bookstore has transformed into a harbor in the city, providing a corner for people who are rushing to move forward. A few strands of hair hung down on his forehead, and the light shone softly on his body. Su Hangyuan looked like this, just like the moment he first met Zhuang Yaran. In addition to his heartbeat, he also felt recognition, even though they were only 16 years old that year.

The guests had almost left. Su Hangyuan and Zhuang Yaran sat opposite each other in the quiet room, looking at the street lights. Hangyuan handed over an opened bag of chocolates. The sweet taste was reassuring. "Hangyuan, I really can't help you this time, let someone else take over." Yaran said leisurely, pushing the design drawing to Su Hangyuan, avoiding his eyes and looking into the deep night.

"Okay, I know you have your reasons. As long as you are happy, I don't want you to be too tired. I will continue to do it." Hangyuan said quietly, the huge space accommodated They understood their respective thoughts and let them melt into the flowing time.

VI From the other end of the phone came, "Tonight, at the Yueyang Hotel Western Restaurant, whether Su Hangyuan will lose his job depends on whether you can come." The phone was hung up rudely, and Yaran sat on the chair absentmindedly, life It turned out to be a joke.

The day passed in a daze. Yaran brought the latest design drawings and just said "Go out to do some errands" to Zhenxin and left the bookstore to go to a must-go event. about.

The layout of the Western restaurant is simple and bright, and there are many people wearing gorgeous clothes and greeting each other. Zhuang Yaran, dressed in inappropriate clothes, walked through the crowd, found a seat and sat down, feeling uneasy about Mu Yifeng's intention of finding her.

Familiar music sounded in the center of the hall, and people became quiet, "wonderful tonight", which is Zhuang Yaran's favorite. The person on the stage reminded Zhuang Yaran of the 18-year-old boy back then. Although the moving guitar can never be taken back, it can never be erased.

The man on the stage plays the guitar and sings the same melody. At this moment, he can interpret the deep feeling in the song better than he could before. Everyone was drunk and kept cheering. The man on the stage raised his head with a slightly tipsy expression and said, "This song is for my fiancée Huaman. Thank you for walking with her all the way and never leaving. I love you!" A white dress stood on a fashionable and beautiful figure, which stung Zhuang Yaran who was staying in the corner. "Wang Huaman, why is it you?" Zhuang Yaran was stunned, and the romantic scene pierced Zhuang Yaran's ten years. After waiting for a long time, this time, she finally realized that her heart was so painful.

Zhuang Yaran stood up and rushed towards the entrance of the restaurant. The splendor at this moment gave her no place to hide her sadness. It turned out that his purpose was to give her the most sudden blow, without the ability to fight back. "Mu Yifeng, what are you doing for?" Yaran bumped into Uncle Zhang in the crowd, thrust the design into his hand, and fled from this carefully arranged performance as if fleeing. Although he didn’t have any drama of his own, he cried the hardest. Sooner or later you will wake up from the dream.

Tears covered Zhuang Yaran's face, the road was retreating rapidly, and only the clear light of the moon could soothe the frustrated heart. At this moment, Zhuang Yaran didn't know that in the car behind her, there was a worried Su Hangyuan sitting, walking with her on a sad road.

Su Hangyuan, who came to the bookstore after get off work, happened to see Yaran at the door who was hurriedly going out. Seeing that she looked wrong, he followed her and saw the scene just now, but from a distance, everything was already clear.

P.S. Before an 18-year-old girl went to study in the United States, she quietly placed a beautiful farewell letter at the door of the same 18-year-old boy's house, but it was taken away by another 18-year-old girl. Hidden. Two girls, one is Zhuang Yaran and the other is Wang Huaman.

The sealed letter read, "If you are what I think, see you on campus at 3 o'clock this afternoon, I will be there.

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P.S. An 18-year-old boy took away a confession letter that another 18-year-old boy placed on the doorstep of an 18-year-old girl’s house, took the letter to the United States, but did not give it to the 18-year-old girl. Girls. One of them is Mu Yifeng, and the other is Su Hangyuan.

The sealed letter said, "I want to send you a song with my beloved guitar. , I will wait for you on campus at 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. "

Mu Yifeng dragged his slightly drunk body to the empty new house. Uncle Zhang handed him a document. On the first page, it was written clearly,

"As long as you are happy , it’s okay to make my heartache. "

Mu Yifeng turned around and rushed into the black Land Rover, turning the sound to the loudest, for fear that the moon would hear his most helpless cry.

Mistakes and misses are in different orders. , but they give people different weights, one regret and one regret, but we are still grateful for such experiences, because they write youth.

The Ending