The leaves are falling in late autumn, and the evening breeze in Qinghuai Lane is slightly cool.
Only the warm lamp of Zhixu Bookstore remains as gentle as ever every night.
Having been together for two months, Shen Zhixu and Lu Yanzhou have already formed a tacit understanding. Lu Yanzhou came to the bookstore to help in his spare time, remembering all his hobbies, making warm tea and preparing sweets; Shen knew that Xu Yi would leave a light and hot meal for Lu Yanzhou, who worked overtime every day, and silently relieve his fatigue. Needless to say, they already care about each other deeply in their hearts.
It was a rare night for Lu Yanzhou to take a break. He took off his white coat and put on a fresh sweater. He opened the door early and walked in, holding a box of exquisite pastries in his hand.
"I have a rest today and bought your favorite osmanthus cake and mung bean cake."
With a smile in Shen Zhixu's eyes, he pulled him to sit down and handed him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Lu Yanzhou lowered his head and swallowed, his eyes gentle and tender: "It's very sweet, just like you."
The warm lamp is warm, and the fragrance of cinnamon mixed with tea fills the cabin.
Lu Yanzhou softly felt distressed: "I always make you stay up late waiting for me, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." Shen Zhixu's eyes were clear, "I used to be lonely all night long, but now that I have you, I feel at ease every year."
These words completely disrupted Lu Yanzhou's mind. He reached out and held his hand firmly, speaking solemnly.
"I have been wandering alone for a long time, and I finally found my home when I met you. Bookstores are my preference, and you are my obsession."
"Zhixu, I like you. From now on, I will be with you in all seasons, morning and dusk. Can you stay with me?"
Shen Zhixu's eyes were slightly hot, and he responded with choked sobs: "I do, and I have liked you for a long time."
Lu Yanzhou immediately hugged him into his arms, gathering all the tenderness and tenderness in his heart for two months.
The evening breeze flows through the window, and the moonlight is gentle.
No noise, no fanfare.
There are only two lamps for your thoughts and one lamp to warm you. They stay with each other, and you will be safe for the rest of your life.
Intention: None
