This morning's sunlight filtered through the glass windows on the south side of the bookstore, against the backdrop of the green plants deliberately placed in the room, and fell onto the log table between the man and woman.

Perhaps it was because their flawless profiles were too conspicuous, or maybe it was the sudden appearance of Biren with completely different styles in this elegant bookstore that attracted people's attention.

After just a few minutes of stay, this bookstore, which has a business model that can be described as high-end and ridiculously expensive, was already packed with seats.

"so......"

The girl put the coffee she just ordered aside, ignored the waiter's surprised gaze, and looked calmly at the man in front of her who only ordered a cup of hot water.

"What can I do for this gentleman?"

"It's nothing, I just came to ask for books."

Qianyuan, who was sitting opposite her, put away the book he had paid for in his hand, gently touched the title page, felt the mimeograph marks on it with his fingertips, and regretted the few pictures of Natsume Soseki he had just lost.

Why did I just pay the bill first?

"Yes, it's thanks to your copy of "fate/zero" that I bought a new copy of Harry Potter." The girl shook her head and sighed.

"But that copy of FZ was signed by Lao Xu, and I didn't buy it myself." Qianyuan sighed, "If I don't come back, I'm afraid that some moon-crazed friend will kill me."

The girl thought for a while and reminded: "Actually, I am also a fan of the moon."

"But that doesn't mean anything to me. I only care about Yue Ji..."

Chihara took a sip of water with melancholy, reached for his wallet, and found that his good friend, who was still bulging when he arrived, was so thin that he couldn't even squeeze out the 10,000 yen Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Seeing his embarrassment, the woman's eyes couldn't help but dim, and then she showed a sympathetic smile and said: "This month's salary has not been paid yet, so I have to save money to buy a textbook..."

"That's it."

Hearing this, Qianyuan consciously spread the coffee money on the table, "Just think of it as a thank you gift for last time. Anyway, I lost enough money today, so it's not bad."

Seeing him pretending to be generous and reluctant, the woman couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If you had such a gentlemanly attitude after the first meeting, I believe I wouldn't feel like I met a fool."

Yes, if this handsome man in a yellow Pikachu sweatshirt looks innocent and melancholy, sipping from a glass of water, maybe she was the one who was tempted at that time.

The premise is that you don't play two-dimensional ship girl games, especially if you poke the disheveled paper man in a broken state, you will really lose points.

Qianyuan sighed and put down the phone: "Yeah, originally I thought it was true love, love at first sight..."

He paused, and then said slowly: "Who knows, looking at it now, I no longer have that pounding feeling. It seems that the validity period of hormones and dopamine has expired."

Less than half a month later, I have completely forgotten what I felt at the time. I may just remember that her kick at that time kicked out a spring that was valid for one night in my memory. After that, I only seemed to have the thought of meeting again.

think.

Other people's "love shelf life" is at least three months long, so why did the dopamine hormone only take effect on Mr. Qianyuan for one afternoon and one night?

It seemed that there was really nothing to say. The two of them were obviously sitting across from each other, but one of them had his head down repairing a boat and admiring photos of beautiful girls, while the other had his head down sipping coffee and turning the page of "Berryman's Human Body Structure" in his hand.

Suddenly I wanted to make a few notes, but found that I didn't have a pen.

Qianyuan consciously took it out of his pocket and put it on the table, playing it back at the same time.

"I can't erase it with a pen."

She shook her head.

"There are pencils too." Qianyuan took out another one.

In addition, he raised a small object, shook it, tilted his head and asked, "Do you want an eraser?"

She nodded and motioned for him to put it on the table, and then the woman turned towards the bar and asked for a piece of paper.

When she returned to her role, the two of them returned to the same state as before, each sitting in his own place and each doing his own thing.

The bookstore also started playing melodious music. As the saying goes, the size of the earphones is overwhelming. In-ear headphones are smaller than headphones, and headphone headphones are smaller than large speakers. When it reaches the level of speakers, what is burned is not the equipment, but the house.

The size of the area.

Therefore, Mr. Qianyuan is unwilling to give up this rare opportunity to enjoy the ultimate elegance.

He took off his earphones, lay down on the table, and tapped on the upright mobile phone with both hands, and then his hands trembled wildly.

Tanaka, it’s his mother’s fault!

Frustrated, he drooped his hands and took out a few candies from his pocket with difficulty and spread them out on the table. The sound of the candies and their packaging hitting the wooden table was clear. In addition to the White Rabbit toffee, there were other fruit jelly candies inside.

"Do you want to eat it?" He rolled up one and asked.

"eat."

Her slender fingers carefully peeled off the sticky candy wrapper with her nails.

Those hands are so beautiful that people can't help but stretch out their own to compare.

Well, as expected, Mr. Chihara’s pair is more perfect.

But the toffee sticks to the teeth, and the gummies this person eats taste average. When will my salary be paid next week? I kind of want to try German Jiayun Candy.

The woman took one pill into her mouth, bit it gently, chewed it, and tilted her head thoughtfully. She swung her legs leisurely under the table and waved the pen in her hand a few times.

After a while, she sighed softly: "Your pocket is a bit like a small warehouse."

Qianyuan nodded affirmatively and said with a proud smile: "If possible, I hope to seal a fourth-dimensional pocket on my stomach next time."

"It's an answer that really suits your outfit."

She shook her head, then raised the work she had just completed and handed it over, "It's a thank you gift for the coffee."

"Although I am an oil painter, sketching is basic anyway, so I still have some confidence."

Turning over slowly, Qianyuan, who was tired after lying on the table for a long time, reluctantly opened his eyelids, and then looked blankly at the portrait on the A4 white paper, his pupils gradually widening as if they were lit up.

At that moment, Mr. Qianyuan finally understood why there were painters tracing the women during the ancient Chinese talent show?

The boy on the paper was originally wearing a yellow sweatshirt that was lightly painted, and the black ear corners on the hat were clearly drawn and colored. The sunlight outside the window penetrated the glass and quietly fell on the corner of the table and his shoulders.

The boy's eyes were still half-lidded, as if he was about to fall asleep.

There is also a name specially marked in the lower right corner of the paper.

To be honest, this painting is definitely better than the one drawn by a certain little sister. Although I haven’t compared it with the real thing, Qianyuan is absolutely confident.

Qianyuan scratched his head and said against his will: "What a good name! Miss He Chongtian..."

"That one is Zhong. Don't read it separately." Zang Tian helplessly held his forehead and weakly said to the person at the other end of the table: "Because I don't know your name, I'll leave it to you to make up your own mind..."

That's easy to say.

Taking the pen, the young man completed the line at the bottom.

"Teda Risa presents to Chihara"

…

After walking out of the store, he lowered his head to take another look at the portrait, and then turned his head to compare the reflection on the glass.

It was time to cut her hair. Qianyuan touched the mane that was half covering her ears.

I said goodbye and said "see you next time", but Tokyo is very big and has a ridiculously large population, so the chance of meeting again by chance is very small.

Then, a "beep beep" sound came from the distance, interrupting his thoughts.

Following the sound, I saw a low-profile silver-gray high-end supercar parked on the roadside.

The car window was lowered, and what appeared was the frigid face of a demon king. Wearing dark sunglasses, he looked like the most cold-blooded killer in Hollywood movies.

"Qianyuan, where is my book!" Honnoji Yakiniku reminded loudly.

I am super! I forgot about this!

Qianyuan hurriedly rushed back to where the bicycle was parked, inserted the key into the lock hurriedly, and then pedaled the pedals as fast as he could in his life.

Regardless of the guy on the other side shouting "You're going against the grain".

"Miss Hezhong in front of me, wait a minute. Please add the line and state your home address first. If the book doesn't come back, I will be the one who dies!"
Chapter completed!