Miss Beaver and Mr. Woodchuck are friends of friends. Before I met them, my friend had already talked to me about them, but the friend was not talking about two people, but two families. store, a coffee shop and a bookstore, their names are Beaver Coffee Shop and Marmot Bookstore respectively.

"When are you free? Let's go there to explore the store together. If we don't go, that bookstore will close down soon."

Friend's last words It aroused my curiosity, but what I was curious about was not "that bookstore is about to close down", but what kind of person would choose to open a bookstore in such a city. I have no idea about "is about to close down". Be surprised.

This city is neither big nor small, but it is only suitable for living, not even working here. The salary level here will make you pay more attention to survival itself, and then automatically distance yourself from life. boundaries.

Once upon a time, I also had the dream of opening a bookstore. Looking back, that idea was not very naive, because the premise for me to open a store was that I was rich enough, and the bookstore did not need to make a profit, it was just "open for fun" Just play”.

When several bookstores I frequented closed down, one of them also included a used bookstore. In this way, my dream of opening a bookstore has been forced back far by reality.

What kind of person would choose to open a bookstore in such a city at this time?

"The shop owner studied film-related majors in college and likes books and movies. The store plays one or two movies every night. You only need to order a cup of coffee to enter, and there is no extra charge. , you can read any book you like, and you can also open a membership card and borrow books from the store to read.”

From my friend’s words, I briefly understood the operation model of that bookstore, and I felt like this. A bookstore cannot survive for long.

That idea changed subtly until I met Miss Beaver.

One night, when I went there with my friends for the first time, I found that the door of the store had been locked, but the lights inside were still on. The pure white door frame could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows and Through the glass door, you can see two puppies in the store, one black and one white. They are tied by a rope, and their nails scratch the wooden floor to make a "squeak" sound. All of this will be located in this small shop on the corner of the street. The store becomes increasingly quiet and mysterious.

A friend called the shop owner and heard that he was out doing New Year shopping. My friends and I were shopping at a nearby food court, eating and drinking, and were waiting for the shop owner to come back and open the door for us.

When we took a walk back to the bookstore, the lock on the door had been unlocked. We gently pushed it open, and a crisp "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding" bell sound added to the quiet alley. A bit lively.

That night, I met Miss Beaver. She had fluffy dark brown curly hair, exquisite makeup, lively eyes, moist and bright red lips, and strong footsteps. She came over to say hello to us. , with a faint smell of tobacco, giving people a cool and charming feeling in both appearance and voice.

"Is she cool?" my friend asked me secretly.

I nodded in agreement.

"Come over someday and I'll treat you to coffee."

More than coffee, I want to see Miss Beaver again. I want to tell you what attracts you to her. I probably fantasized about growing up like her when I was young, confident and charming, and showing an air of ease when facing people and situations.

Shortly after meeting Miss Beaver, I finally met Mr. Woodchuck.

To be honest, I felt a little disappointed at first.

Neither his appearance nor the feeling emanating from him fit the image of a bookstore owner I imagined, especially the violent aura on his body, as if there were no people or things in this world. Worthy of him.

The coffee shop and the bookstore are connected together. There is a small aisle in the middle. The decoration style is relatively uniform. There are various movie and magazine cover posters on the walls. The tables and chairs are The main color is retro, and the lighting is soft but bright. The screening room is at the innermost place between the two stores. When you open the curtain, you can see the projection screen. There are three to five tables and sofas inside, and there are Table lamp with red or green shade.

This is not like a coffee shop or a bookstore, but more like a coffee shop where you can read and watch movies.

"I have packed it over there, have you finished it here?"

"Not yet, I have to sort out the newly arrived books."

While looking through the books on the shelf, I "eavesdropped" on their conversation. I found that when Mr. Woodchuck was talking to Miss Beaver, the hostility in him disappeared. People become very gentle and kind.

Although it was not entirely my intention, I still picked a few books that I was interested in and treated them as friends of friends to help out. Who knew that Mr. Woodchuck didn't "appreciate" it, but he still He was immersed in sorting the books on the shelf.

"Hello, please pay the bill!"

I deliberately raised my voice.

"You want to buy these books, right? Come on, let me calculate the prices for you," Miss Beaver responded to me in a cheerful tone.

Mr. Woodchuck saw Miss Beaver picking up the calculator on the cash register. He shook his head gently, put down the book in his hand calmly, and moved to Beaver in three steps and two steps at a time. Next to the young lady, she "snatched" the calculator she had just received and tapped the number keys "clack-clack-clack".

"The total *** is one hundred and ninety-eight yuan. Seeing that we are all friends, I will give you a round number, so I will charge you two hundred!"

< p> Miss Beaver glanced at the calculator a few times, and then said something like this.

My friend was the first to react and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Oh, look at my stupidity, why did I charge you two yuan more? It's okay, I'll give you two posters, which I designed myself."

Mr. Woodchuck, who was originally smiling at the side, was also amused by this conversation. He smiled in a controlled manner and automatically silenced his laughter.

From my perspective, as an outsider, the atmosphere between Miss Beaver and Marmot is a bit subtle.

Carrying a heavy bag of books, I sat on the back seat of the electric car, facing the cold wind, and did not forget to "gossip" about the two shopkeepers.

"Hey, do you think there is something going on between them?"

"No, you are overthinking it. The owner of the coffee shop is the 'second landlord' of the bookstore owner, and I invested part of it! She loves singing. I heard that her dream is to be a singer. She sometimes sings in bars and in coffee shops on weekends. Also, she seems to be several years older than the bookstore owner... so... "

There is no such thing as "because...so..." in true love. It often occurs before certain worldly factors. I don't care about these conditions or those factors, no matter what." I bumped into this pair of shopkeepers.

"You always say that Mr. Woodchuck's bookstore will close down soon. Why does it always look like that?"

"He is a person. It's so idealistic. Didn't you see the reluctance on his face when he just checked out? A so-called spiritual corner. Anyway, I don’t understand what he is thinking in his heart. ”

The books in the bookstore are not arranged in categories like libraries or most bookstores. In my opinion, this small space seems to be filled with all kinds of books, and it is messy. , as if it would "collapse" at any time.

When I expressed my doubts implicitly, Mr. Woodchuck took out his mobile phone and rummaged for a while, and then walked towards me.

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“The placement of these books is not chaotic, they are all in their own places, and I want to arrange the bookstore like this. ”

I saw the photos of the bookstores on Mr. Marmot’s mobile phone. The scene looked like the bookstore was “overwhelmed” by thick and thin books of all kinds, which made me think When they arrived at the "ocean of books", they waved to me "enthusiastically", "Come to me and swim freely"

Everyone has a pure land nourished by ideals in his heart. Once it appears in real life, it will be "picked" by people in various ways, and will eventually be destroyed because it cannot reach the level of perfection.

Therefore, the gap between ideal and reality will always be there. It can't be eliminated.

Not long after, I made an appointment with that friend to go to Mr. Marmot's bookstore to watch a movie.

I originally planned to watch only one movie, but ended up watching it in the ground. With Mr. Woodchuck’s enthusiastic recommendation, we watched another one. During this period, we once again witnessed the daily life of Mr. Woodchuck and Miss Beaver before closing the store.

He worked very quickly. He brought the cups and plates on the table back to the bar, and then came over to confirm when the movie would end. Mr. Woodchuck stood in front of the shelf and sorted the books, meditating while sorting them out. He probably had forgotten to return them. There are two people watching a movie inside.

"I can do it here. Are you ready?" ”

“Well, that’s it. "

The movie came to an end when their conversation ended. My friend and I came out of the viewing room, shivering in the cold wind late at night.

Closed the bookstores and coffee shops Mr. Groundhog, Miss Beaver and the two puppies are walking towards home. They are so close that it is difficult to tell whether this is a close relationship or an instinctive desire to keep warm.

Next, my friend and I saw Mr. Woodchuck’s right hand holding Miss Beaver’s left hand with our four eyes, and both hands were stuffed into his coat pockets. Two puppies jumped behind them. Behind the people, the dim street lights stretched the figures of the two people and the dog, and the shadows on the ground were close together, creating a warm and loving scene on the cold winter night.

People still have to have ideals, so what if they are classified as idealists?

Life is not easy anymore, so why not do more of the things you like? Even if those "like things" are ideal and far away, as long as we work harder and try to bring them closer to us. Live a little bit, get closer every time. In this way, there will be a little more small beauty and happiness in our lives.

"It seems that this bookstore will not close down in a short time, what do you think?"

"Well, I think so too."

The cold wind in the night blew my friend's answer to my ears.