Once communication becomes too efficient, there is no need to look up and look at each other, some friendships will depreciate quickly without being noticed. - Hailian

"So, you called me here so early to buy Marvel comics?"

Looking at Kim Ji-soo with a disappointed look, Sun Chengfeng felt an indescribable weirdness in his heart.

"Well, I didn't expect it to be late."

It can be seen that Kim Ji-soo is really depressed, with a beautiful face that is bleak.

"Okay, tell me which book do you want, I'll give it to you, and I can get it for you if you want Stan Lee's signature."

"Really? You have it too?"

"certainly."

I will go directly to the Marvel editorial room to ask you for it. Not to mention out-of-print, I will get all the wrong versions for you. As the chief screenwriter of the Marvel Universe, Sun Chengfeng has an inexplicable self-esteem in such a place.

"Okay, but since you're here, you can't go back empty-handed. I'll read something else. You can also read some books and don't play games all day long."

After watching himself finish speaking, Kim Ji-soo's expression changed from a bleak cloud to a sunny moment. Sun Chengfeng couldn't help but admire: Is this the idol's expression management? However, what do I mean to read some books, and I am like a semi-illiterate person...

Looking at Kim Ji-soo running away, Sun Chengfeng rolled his eyes, forcibly suppressed his desire to complain, and turned his head to walk in another direction. He could not convince himself to be with this out-of-line child, so it would be better to find another way out.

After walking around, Sun Chengfeng came to the old book area. Most of the old books left by readers. They were left here, hoping that one day they could wait for a new owner.

At this time, a book "No. 84 Chaling Cross Street" attracted Sun Chengfeng's attention. Among the many old books, this book seemed very special. Although it can be seen that it has been read many times, unlike other books, this book is obviously well kept, and it can be seen that the owner of the book is very attentive to this book. However, since he is so attentive, how could it appear here? Sun Chengfeng came forward to get the book out of curiosity.

"Hmm? Or the original English version? I also took a lot of notes."

Sun Chengfeng, who was originally planning to take it down and read it, suddenly became a little interested in this book.

The content of "84 Charing Cross Street" is very simple. It records the legendary book relationship between American female writer Haylian and Frank, the manager of London's "Max and Cohen" bookstore.

The poor free playwright Haley, who lives in New York, loves reading and especially British literature. Because he can't stand the boring bestsellers in the New York market, he ordered a collection of letters from the British "Max and Cohen" old bookstore according to the recommendation of newspaper advertisements. 20 days later, she received a reply from the bookstore manager Frank, which answered the questions she asked and attached the books requested in the letter. After a while, the two gradually became familiar with each other, and the content of the letter was no longer limited to asking for books and quotations. Both of them regarded each other as rare confidants.

Just when the communication lasted for twenty years, the story suddenly ended. After Frank's death, Helian couldn't bear to let these precious letters hide in the desk drawer forever. With the consent of Frank's family, the letter was published under the name "84 Charing Cross Street".

It can be seen that the owner of the book is not very good at English, and many places have been annotated in Korean. But what surprised Sun Chengfeng, and even a little happy was that the feelings and thoughts written by the original owner of the book were incredibly consistent with himself, just like the letters and correspondences of the souls of Hailian and Frank in the book. When reading the original owner's notes, Sun Chengfeng also found a similar feeling.

The end of the book is a passage written by the original owner in beautiful handwriting, which seems to be asking, or it seems to be just talking to himself.

"If I had asked me in the past, how long was twenty years? My answer must be the distance between crossing the mountains and crossing the sea to see you; but now, you ask me again, how long is twenty years? I think that is just the distance between picking up the pen and putting it in the letter.

I don’t know how to define this relationship, love or friendship? I don’t know how to evaluate the regrets that the two have never met, or maybe it’s not a regret, it’s just a choice? I just know that this story is like a dream, everything is so beautiful and longing for.”

Sun Chengfeng looked at this passage and suddenly felt a strong urge to reply. He knew that the other party could not receive it, but he still borrowed a pen and letter paper from the clerk and wrote:

"In the past twenty years of writing, it is both a love and a love. If there is no fate, the person on the other end of the letter will not be him. I don't want to simply define this long-lasting love as a worldly love, but I can't bear to regard this love and a love and a love and a love and a relationship as simple friendship. Their relationship is more like soul mates, knowing each other, companions, not necessarily loving each other.

If you have the chance, I hope to understand your opinion and get your reply.

Who is there for him? I have no self to ask, and the dew is wet in September, so I will wait for you before you.”

"Really, what am I doing? I'm crazy to reply to notes in an old book."

After writing, Sun Chengfeng was also a little amused and crying about his behavior, but he hesitated for a while and left his address in the United States at the end of the letter. Somehow, Sun Chengfeng always felt that if he didn't do this, he would miss something very important.

At this time, his phone suddenly rang. After Sun Chengfeng answered, a calm male voice came from the other side:

"Boss, you may have to go to RB. There is something you need to decide on yourself."

"Now?"

“The faster the better.”

Sun Chengfeng understood that his trip to Korea might end here for the time being. He glanced at the letter paper he had written, shook his head and smiled, but he still put it into the book and put it back in the original position.

"Show, we have to leave. I have something urgent to go to RB right away."

"Now, so anxious?" Kim Ji-soo put down the comic book in his hand, feeling a little at a loss.

"Well, I'm sorry, let's go shopping together next time. Now I'll take you back first." With the sound of the door, the figures of the two gradually disappeared from a distance.

After a while, a slim figure pushed the door open and asked the clerk with an anxious look on his face:

"Hello, I was a customer who came here yesterday. I accidentally left my "No. 84 Chaling Cross Street" in the old book area. Is that book still there?"

"I'll take a look for you to reveal your name?" The female clerk seemed to be amazed by the woman's appearance. She was stunned for a while before she reacted and asked politely.

"Well, my name is Bae Zhuhyun."

Sometimes, stories in books that look like dreams often come into reality inadvertently, even though the parties involved were not aware of it. This is very interesting, isn’t it?
Chapter completed!