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When the woodchuck meets the beaver

Miss Beaver and Mr. Groundhog are friends of friends. My friends talked to me about them before I met them, but my friends talked about two stores, a coffee shop and a bookstore. Their names are Beaver Coffee Shop and Groundhog Bookstore.

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

The last sentence of my friend aroused my curiosity, but what I am curious about is not "that bookstore is about to close down", but what kind of people would choose to open a bookstore in such a city. I am not surprised at this point.

This city is neither big nor small, but it is only suitable for life, even for working here. The salary level here will make you pay more attention to survival itself, and then draw a line with life automatically.

once upon a time, I had the dream of opening a bookstore. In retrospect, the idea was not very naive, because the premise of opening a store was that I was rich enough, and the bookstore didn't need to make a profit, but just "opened for fun".

When several bookstores I frequented closed down, an old bookstore was included. In this way, my dream of opening a bookstore has been pushed back by reality.

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

"The shopkeeper majored in movies, and he likes books and movies. One or two movies are shown in the store every night. You can enter the store by ordering a cup of coffee, and you can read books at no extra charge. You can also open a membership card and borrow books from the store."

From my friend's mouth, I have a brief understanding of the operation mode of that bookstore, and I feel that such a bookstore can't survive for long.

until I met miss beaver, that idea changed subtly.

One night, when I went with my friends for the first time, I found that the door of the store was locked, but the light inside was still on. Through the floor-to-ceiling window and the glass door, I could see that there were two puppies in the store, one black and the other white. They were tied by ropes, and their nails made the wooden floor creak. All this made this small shop located on the corner more quiet and mysterious.

A friend called the shopkeeper and heard that he had gone out to handle the Spring Festival. My friends and I strolled around the nearby food street, eating and drinking, and waited for the store to open the door for us when it was finished.

when we strolled back to the bookstore, the lock on the door had been unlocked, and when we pushed it open gently, a crisp jingle of bells added a bit of excitement to this quiet alley.

That night, I met Miss Beaver, with fluffy dark brown curly hair, exquisite makeup, smart eyes, moist and bright red lips and strong footsteps. She took the initiative to greet us, and her body smelled of tobacco, which gave people a cool and charming feeling, both in appearance and voice.

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

I nodded to show my approval.

"Come and play again one day, and I'll treat you to coffee."

I'd rather see Miss Beaver again than coffee. If there's one thing that attracted me, it's probably that when I was young, I fantasized that I would grow up to be an adult like her, confident and charming, and showed a comfortable look when facing people and things.

Not long after I met Miss Beaver, I finally met Mr. Groundhog.

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

neither his appearance nor the feeling he exudes is consistent with the image of the bookstore owner I imagined, especially his hostility, as if nothing in the world is worthy of him.

The coffee shop and the bookstore are connected together, with a small aisle in the middle. The decoration style is fairly uniform. Posters on the covers of various movies and magazines are posted on the walls. The tables and chairs are mainly in retro colors, and the lights are soft but bright. The projection room is in the innermost part between the two stores. When the curtain is lifted, you can see the projected screen. There are three or five tables and sofas in it, and desk lamps with red or green lampshades are placed on the tables.

this is not like a coffee shop and a bookstore, but more like a coffee shop that can provide reading and watching movies.

"I've already cleaned it up. Have you finished it here?"

"Not yet. I have to sort out those new books."

I "eavesdropped" on their conversation while leafing through the books on the shelf. I found that when Mr. woodchuck was talking to Miss Beaver, his hostility disappeared, and the whole person became very soft and kind.

Although it wasn't entirely out of intention, I chose some books that I was interested in as a friend of my friend. Who knows that Mr. Groundhog is not "ungrateful", but he is still burying himself in sorting out the books on the shelf.

"Hello, please settle the bill!"

I deliberately raised my voice.

"You want to buy these books, don't you? Come on, I'll calculate the price for you." Miss Beaver responded to me in a cheerful tone.

Mr. groundhog saw Miss Beaver pick up the calculator at the cashier's desk, shook his head gently, quietly put down the book in his hand, moved to Miss Beaver's side in three steps and two steps, and "snatched" the calculator she had just got, banging the number keys.

"The total * * * is 198 yuan. For the sake of being friends, I'll give you an integer, so I'll charge you 2 yuan!"

Miss Beaver glanced at the calculator a few times, and then said this.

My friend was the first to react, and he couldn't help laughing.

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

Mr. Groundhog, who was not laughing at all, was also amused by this conversation, and his smile was restrained, and he automatically silenced the laughter.

As an outsider, the atmosphere between Miss Beaver and the groundhog is a little subtle.

carrying a heavy bag of books, I got into the back seat of the electric car, facing the cold wind, and I didn't forget to gossip about the two shopkeepers.

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

"No, you think too much. The coffee shop owner can be regarded as the second landlord of the bookstore owner, and he also invested some money! She likes singing very much. I heard that her dream is to be a singer. Sometimes she will sing in bars and in coffee shops on weekends. Besides, 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 happens before some secular factors. I don't care about these conditions or those factors, regardless of" knock ".

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

"He is so idealistic. Didn't you see his reluctant face when you just checked out? Rather than selling books, he wants to lend them out, saying that he wants to build a so-called spiritual corner in this "one borrow and one return". Anyway, I can't understand what he is thinking.

Books in bookstores are not classified like libraries or most bookstores. In my opinion, this small space seems to be filled with all kinds of books, chaotic and will "collapse" at any time.

When I implicitly expressed my doubts, Mr. Groundhog took out his mobile phone and rummaged for a while, then came up to me.

"The arrangement of these books is not disorderly. They are all in their own places. I want to arrange the bookstore like this."

I saw the photos of the bookstores on Mr. Groundhog's mobile phone. The scene looked like the bookstores were "submerged" by thick and thin books, which reminded me of the "ocean of books". They enthusiastically waved to me and said, "Come and swim freely here".

There is a pure land nourished by ideals in everyone's heart. Once it appears in real life, it will be "picky" by people, and finally it will be destroyed because it can't reach perfection until it disappears.

Therefore, the gap between ideal and reality can never be eliminated.

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

Originally, I only planned to watch one movie. Finally, with the warm recommendation of Mr. Groundhog, we watched another movie. During this time, we witnessed the daily life of Mr. Groundhog and Miss Beaver before closing the store.

Miss Beaver is very quick in her work. She brings the cups and saucers on the table back to the bar, and then comes to confirm when the movie will end. Mr. Groundhog stands in front of the shelf, sorting out books while meditating. It is estimated that he has forgotten that there are two people watching the movie inside.

"I'm fine here. Have you packed?"

"well, that's enough."

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

Turn off the lights in bookstores and coffee shops. Mr. Groundhog, Miss Beaver and two puppies are heading home. They are so close that people can't tell whether they are close or instinctively want to keep warm.

Next, my friends and I, with four eyes, saw Mr. Groundhog's right hand holding Miss Beaver's left hand, and both hands were neatly stuffed into his coat pocket, and two puppies scampered behind them. The dim street lamp drew the figures of two dogs long, and the shadows under the ground were tightly close together, creating a warm and loving scene in the cold winter night.

people still have to have ideals, even if they are classified as idealists.

It's not easy to live. It's better to do more things you like, even if those "favorite things" are ideal and far away, as long as we make more efforts and try to make them closer to our lives, a little bit at a time. In this way, there will be more little beauty and happiness in our lives.

"It seems that this bookstore will not close down in a short time, don't you think?"

"well, I think so, too."

the cold wind in the middle of the night blew my friend's answer to my ear.