There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart, and the next worst thing is the death of the body. - Zhuangzi
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Ruochu has recently become obsessed with writing.
In fact, everyone needs a way to escape or vent when they are in pain. If she chooses such a way, it is the same as Xiaochuan's alcoholism, but she chose to write.
After leaving "Mirror", Ruochu didn't immediately look for a job again. The main reason was that she didn't feel that she was in the right state of mind. She was not in a good state now. She didn't want to see people, didn't want to talk, and couldn't even smile. Such a state
It would be strange not to be kicked out for an interview. Also, as long as she thinks about the days when she was looking for a job and the terrible relationships between people during this period of working in magazines, she has no courage. She is not short of money.
, if she wanted to, she could not go out to work for the rest of her life, but she knew that people had to support themselves, and it was not so comfortable to spend their parents' money after all. However, now she just wanted to be quiet for a while and do something she liked. As for the future, she
I don’t really want to think about it yet.
The reason why I go to "Carving Time" every day is because Ruochu feels that it is very warm and peaceful, a kind of tranquility from the inside out.
This is a small coffee shop. The layout inside is very much like a living room in a home, which is her favorite pastoral style. From the furniture, wallpaper to some small furnishings, you can see the shop owner’s preference. It is covered with plaid cloth.
A small wooden table, teddy bears randomly placed on the soft sofa, wooden lattice window lattice with small floral curtains, hand-painted iron wind chimes, whenever someone comes in, they will make a cheerful tinkling sound, as if to welcome someone.
Everyone who comes here.
When Ruochu passed by here for the first time, he was attracted by the layout of the room in the window. He fell in love with it immediately after he came in, because the biggest difference between this place and other coffee shops is that music is never played, and the entire wall is
The books on the bookshelf were updated almost every day, and they were all books that suited Ruochu's taste. She saw that the shopkeeper was holding a book and reading it most of the time.
The shop owner is a girl who doesn't talk much and looks very shy. Every time she brings the coffee in person and smiles at Ruochu. Ruochu also smiles at her and says thank you. She still smiles. Later Ruochu knows
It's not that she doesn't like to talk, it's that she can't talk, or she can't hear Ruochu talking at all, so there's no music here, but Ruochu still says thank you to her every time.
There are not many people who come to this coffee house every day, almost just a fixed number. Over time, everyone is familiar with each other, but they keep a certain distance between each other. No one breaks it first, presumably everyone is the same.
The same people, everyone has a different story. Maybe they came here to escape or for other reasons. In short, keeping a distance will make people feel safe, so everyone has a tacit understanding.
At first, Ruochu came here just to daze and read. She got used to sitting in a fixed corner by the window. As time went by, no one else would sit there, so it became her special seat. Later,
If she came here for the first time, she would bring a small computer, because she found that as long as she sat here, she had the urge to write something, so she typed in the story in her heart, and slowly this place became
Ruochu's fixed creative place has become a part of her life.
It was a quiet and sunny afternoon, but Ruochu thought of a very sad story, so she spent the whole afternoon writing it. However, she was infected by an emotion in her heart and could not get out of it.
, thinking about the endings of the hero and heroine in the story, she felt that life was impermanent and hopeless. After finishing writing, she kept frowning and looking out the window in trance, feeling that the sunlight had dimmed.
When I walked out, it was a little later than usual. Ruochu felt a little dizzy. I don't know if it was because I had been sitting for a long time or because I was in a bad mood. The story was still lingering in my mind. "Carving Time" is not far from where I live, but
She also had to pass an intersection, and it happened to be a red light when she got here, so she waited with everyone else. When she noticed that everyone around her was starting to pass by, she looked up and saw that the light had turned green.
After walking a few steps, he saw a car turning from the left side of the intersection and heading straight for him.
Ruochu was so nervous that she froze there and couldn't move her legs. She didn't seem to hear the car honking its horn, or even if she heard it, she didn't react. At that critical moment, Ruochu didn't know whether
I closed my eyes consciously.
She felt that everything was over in just a moment, and she felt very relaxed. However, when she opened her eyes again, she found that it was still the same intersection, and she was lying in the arms of a person.
Holding her tightly, the car also stopped.
When the car owner got out of the car, he cursed why he was still going forward when the light was red. Ruochu ignored it and turned to look at the person under her. Just as he was about to say thank you, he realized that it was Rousseau.
At this moment, he was looking at her in shock, breathing heavily and still not fully breathing.
Ruochu hurriedly struggled to get up, and then reached out to pull Rousseau. Rousseau was about to give her a hand, but he looked at it, retracted it, and then stood up on his own.
"Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" Ruochu ignored the curses from the car owner next to him and went to check on Rousseau. Rousseau looked at her and shook his head, but his brows were furrowed, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds.
At this time, people had gathered around, because if Chu and Rousseau ignored the car owner, the man might have felt that his scolding was useless. Others onlookers said that he was unreasonable and drove the car when he found it boring.
gone.
When Ruochu saw Rousseau retracting the hand he was about to pull into his sleeve, he felt something was wrong, so he went to pull the hand. Rousseau suddenly put it behind his back. Ruochu had no choice but to say, "Let's go home first."
Rousseau nodded, bent down and picked up Ruochu's computer bag from the ground. Ruochu sighed and took it. It seemed that many of the stories he had written were gone. If he had known this, it would be better to leave it to Rousseau and the others.
It was published on the website, but it’s not a pity. Once I wrote it, my emotions were vented and my goal was achieved. It’s just a pity that I have kept this notebook that has been with me for a long time.
The two of them walked back side by side in silence, and when they reached a path near the apartment, Ruo Chu saw that Rousseau was not paying attention and suddenly grabbed Rousseau's hand. Rousseau tried to pull it back, but failed.
The skin connecting from the back of the hand to the wrist was torn. In fact, the injury was not serious. It was just because there was a little blood, and the area was a bit large, so it looked a bit scary.
Ruochu's tears suddenly came out, "Let's go, let's go to the hospital."
Rousseau didn't move. Ruochu pulled him, but still didn't move. Ruochu wiped his tears and stared at Rousseau.
"Ruoruo, are you worried about me?" Rousseau looked at Ruochu and asked softly.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't leave, I'll call 120." Ruochu sniffed.
Rousseau had no choice but to follow Ruochu to a nearby hospital to treat the wound, get a tetanus injection, and then go home with her.
"You wait, I'll go to the supermarket to buy some delicious food, or you can watch TV or take a rest for a while. You call Xia Tian and ask her to come over for dinner." Ruochu said to Rousseau.
"Ruoruo, please don't be busy. I have something to say, and I won't be able to eat if I don't say it. Can you listen to me?" Rousseau looked into Ruochu's eyes and said solemnly.
Ruochu looked at him and nodded, go ahead.
"Sit down first." Rousseau pointed to a leather stool opposite the sofa where he was sitting, and Ruochu sat down obediently.
"If you marry me, just take pity on me. If something like this happened today, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares every day in the future. How can you make me feel at ease with you? I can't even look at you every day.
Make sure nothing happens to you, I can't do anything now, just treat it as you helping me, marrying me, letting me protect you, and make me feel at ease."
"Yes, you don't love me, but you have to give me a chance. I'm not sure I will make you fall in love with me. I don't know what happened to make you like this, but give me some time to heal your wounds.
Okay, if you are unhappy in the future, I will let you go, but I really don’t dare to let you go now. Just today, you almost made me lose you. You don’t know how scared I would be, if it hadn’t been for today’s class
I canceled at the last minute. If I hadn’t felt uneasy and came to see you, if it hadn’t been for my poor eyesight and quick hands, and there weren’t so many what-ifs, I really can’t imagine what the consequences would be.”
"If you don't agree, from now on, I will never leave your side. Don't blame me. I have no choice but to wait until you can reassure me that I will consider leaving again. Don't even think about getting rid of me..."
Rousseau said so much in one breath and spoke very quickly, as if he had taken a full breath. If he didn't say everything, he would not be able to go on. After he finished speaking, he didn't look at Ruochu and just looked down at the ground.
But his eyes were firm.
One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes...
Time seemed to have stopped. Neither of them spoke. Rousseau could hear his own heartbeat. He had no intention of proposing to her today. Even though he had envisioned countless proposal scenarios, it was definitely not like this. But
The situation was forced to this point, and he could only do this.
Ruochu suddenly stood up and walked towards the door.
"Ruoruo..." Rousseau noticed Ruochu's movements and suddenly raised his head and called her. She didn't answer him yet, which made him feel ignored.
Ruochu stopped and looked back at Rousseau, "I agreed, can you go down and buy groceries?"
"Ah? Uh... um, okay..." Rousseau didn't expect this answer. He was originally waiting for someone to refuse, but the result was really beyond his expectation and made him incoherent.
If you change your shoes and push the door open for the first time.
"Ruoruo..." Rousseau shouted again.
"Huh?" Ruochu had to stop again.
"Well, be careful on the road." Rousseau warned.
"Yeah." Ruochu nodded and went out.
Rousseau suddenly fell down on the sofa and let out a long breath.