If love can be booked

Life is as simple and pure as a lotus flower emerging from clear water. It does not need to be deliberately carved, scheming, or flattering. The true meaning of life lies in its ability to flow freely like flowing clouds and water, without too many gorgeous decorations and embellishments. Understanding the art of life and mastering the skills of life are compulsory courses in our journey of life.

A cup of fragrant coffee, a ray of soft sunshine and a loving partner are enough in life.

In my spare time, I like to sit quietly by the window, and my thoughts often drift back to the good old days when I was a kid, when I could buy four candies for ten cents. I still miss the innocence and satisfaction. However, since I entered the workplace, my days have become increasingly busy, and my leisure time has gradually decreased. But every weekend, I still habitually give myself a short vacation: I make a cup of fragrant coffee, pick up a good book I have long admired, and think about something that I can't sort out.

The room is not big, 70 square meters, enough for one person.

At least I'm not homeless now.

What kind of determination and faith did you have to chase me here? Was it because you wanted to protect me and didn't want to be single anymore? Or was it because you said, "I want to marry you?" What a beautiful love talk, maybe it was just a whim of yours?

Many people meet each other only to pass by each other.

Many people meet each other only once.

Many people get to know each other just because he (she) has been here before.

To you, I am just a passing traveler in your long journey of life. Your falling flower fragrance fills my whole life. You half-jokingly said that one day, I would like to marry you. It was just your casual talk, I guess I was stupid enough not to take it seriously?

I was filled with melancholy, sadness, depression, and decadence, which had nothing to do with the maturity, grace, beauty, confidence, and intellectual elegance you pursued. I was lost and couldn't find a way out. I wanted to shout, but suddenly I was stunned. My throat was dry and I couldn't make a sound. It seemed that I had been abandoned by the world. And I disappeared like this, and you didn't seem to care.

Career and family, like the two protagonists on the stage of life, have gradually become the focus. Some people are willing to give up their warm families in pursuit of career success, while others are willing to give up their brilliant careers in order to protect their families. So, how should we deal with love? Is it really worthless? Can we make do without love and stay together for life?

Love, this seemingly profound topic, has always troubled countless people. We once firmly believed that only when we are in love with each other can we stay together forever. However, the reality is always unsatisfactory. If we lack this deep love, can we still walk hand in hand through the long road of life until the end of life? I carefully explore the worries deep in your heart, just to make you no longer feel dilemma.

The sun shines lazily, warm and pleasant, passing through the window, caressing my cheeks. The aroma of the coffee in my hand rises and drifts away leisurely. How I wish time could be frozen at this moment, so that this beauty can stay in my heart forever.

In order to find a job I love, I traveled through the streets and alleys of the city center, not letting go of any possible opportunity; in order to keep you, I mustered up the courage to take that step towards you, naively thinking that this would bring me closer to you; in order to pursue the true meaning of happiness, I resolutely chose to embark on a journey alone, going to places I had never been to; in order to remember everything I had experienced, I used a camera to capture those touching moments, as if to announce to the whole world: I have been here! I think I must deeply love this world, because it is because of it that I know that I am truly alive and that you are not the only one in this world.

I used to naively believe that as long as I worked hard, I would be rewarded accordingly. But reality ruthlessly shattered my beautiful fantasy, not only destroying my longing for an ideal life, but also erasing my original state of mind for a happy life. I thought I could be indifferent and not care about it. It turns out that I really didn't have anything.

"Ding-ling-ling..." The vibration of the phone echoed in the silent air, and the screen lit up, showing the name "Lin Xiaoxi". She was slightly startled, thinking it was the long-lost number, but then she realized that he seemed to have forgotten her in a corner. Chu Haoyang, how long has it been? Her phone hasn't rang his ringtone for a long time.

"Xiao Xi." A familiar and gentle voice sounded in Lin Xiaoxi's ears, and her heart moved. At this time, only Lin Xiaoxi would take the initiative to contact her. She could doubt the existence of love, but at least, she hoped for a sincere friendship.

"Wan Ning, I saw him." Lin Xiaoxi's voice was filled with mixed emotions. She didn't know how to face him. Was she upset? He was still teaching history, and they still met in the same class.

"Teacher Lu?" Shen Wanning asked doubtfully. Who else could Lin Xiaoxi care about so much except her history teacher in high school? For him, she had closed off her emotional world for four years.

Love? Maybe it can't be called love.

"Yeah." It's not that I haven't thought about meeting him someday, in a crowd? In a shopping mall? I just didn't expect it to happen so soon, in this way. I'm not as happy as I thought. To be more precise, I feel a little conflicted and sad.

"It can't be true, right? Lin Xiaoxi." Shen Wanning's tone was a little teasing. If she remembered correctly, Lin Xiaoxi chose to go to No. 1 Middle School instead of returning to her alma mater just to avoid him.

"Should our meeting be considered fate or a joke?" Lin Xiaoxi murmured to herself. If there really is fate, why didn't you let me meet you in my most beautiful years?

"I think it's a joke, he's getting married." Lin Xiaoxi's voice was bitter. The word fate never seemed to belong to them.

"You know what? He's still as handsome as ever, just like that time, when I saw him at the school gate." Lin Xiaoxi continued, with a gleam in her eyes. Even after so many years, she can still recognize him in the crowd at a glance. She used to laugh at herself for being short-sighted, but now she can catch his figure at the first sight.

"You're a nympho." Shen Wanning scolded her, knowing that he was her fatal flaw.

There are some people who I can’t explain what’s good about them, but I just can’t forget them. The lyrics of their songs express the thoughts of so many people. I think I just want to remember you.

"Wan Ning, I have a headache. I thought I had let it go." Can't forget him, is it a secret crush? It's really painful.

"But when I see him, I can't look away." She said softly, with a trace of confusion and struggle in her eyes. I knew that I should no longer be nostalgic for him, so I deliberately avoided the alma mater full of memories. What a twist of fate. He was transferred to this school? He is getting married, he is getting married, this news echoed in my ears, like an inescapable spell.

"Love really can't be done by one person." Love can't be done by one person. Is this sentence said to her or to yourself? How many people have failed in love? Some people lose at the starting line; some people don't dare to hope for love; some people lose to material things; some people lose in the siege.

"I know that having a crush on someone is too bitter." She never thought that the obsession in her youth would turn into such a bitter memory today. Love that will never blossom is just the obsession of youth, right? I miss my youth and the innocence I lost at that time.

"Wan Ning, if you like someone in the future, you must tell him. Secret love is so painful." She once warned me. Yes, secret love, the feeling of silently giving but not getting a response, is indeed an indescribable pain.

"Okay, okay, got it, my lady." I agreed with a smile, but I knew in my heart that the relationship between Chu Haoyang and I was also pathological. It's just that they didn't have the courage to break that layer of window paper.

Love? Being loved? This is an eternal topic that makes people deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves. Everyone longs to love deeply once and give everything without reservation. However, can we really love each other as deeply as we imagine? And who can guarantee that the other party will respond with the same deep affection?

If we can fall in love with each other, I will surely be immersed in endless happiness. But love is not so simple and pure. It is neither as plain as the love between friends nor as passionate as the love between relatives. So, how can we measure this feeling? I have been searching for a long time, but I have never found the right fair scale.

What is the deep meaning behind the three words "I love you"? Perhaps it is the casual eye contact, or the subtle care in daily life; it may be the silent companionship in times of trouble, or even the tacit understanding in the depths of the soul...

"Ding ding ding..." The ringing sound kept echoing in my ears. I glanced down at the screen of my phone and saw a special number. Among the eleven numbers, there were five threes. This number looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who it belonged to.

Should I answer the call? As I was struggling, the screen went dark. However, the ringing didn't seem to stop. After a few seconds of silence, it rang again. I took a deep breath and gently pressed the answer button. "Hello."

"It's me." A deep and magnetic baritone came through the microphone, with a hint of imperceptible anger in the voice.

"Boss?" I asked tentatively, but I had already confirmed his identity in my heart. The deep baritone sounded like a warm spring breeze, passing through the microphone, very pleasant and comfortable.

Fortunately, she could still recognize his voice and was not too dull. If this woman picked up the phone again to ask who he was, he would probably not be able to control his impulse and would rush upstairs to strangle her to death.

"What's the matter?" Shen Wanning asked cautiously. She wondered why he called her suddenly. Did he want to fire her? If so, there would be no need for the boss to make such a big fuss, right?

"Nothing happened. Apparently, you forgot what I told you to do." Lu Jinchuan's words were as calm as water, without any emotion, but there seemed to be some hidden meaning. Boss? So easy to call?

"What?" Shen Wanning was confused. Did he tell me something? What did he tell me?

"I'm downstairs in your house." Lu Jinchuan raised his head and looked towards the third floor, just in time to see the open window.

"What?" She couldn't help but wonder. It wasn't that she didn't hear what he said, but she just couldn't figure out why he was here and how he knew she was at home.

"I'm downstairs at your house." Lu Jinchuan didn't seem to believe that she really didn't hear what he said, and repeated it in very standard Mandarin. He thought, with her intelligence, she shouldn't be unable to understand such simple and clear words, right? However, this woman always challenged his patience limit intentionally or unintentionally.

She walked quickly to the window and looked down. As expected, she saw Lu Jinchuan leaning against the car, holding up his phone and talking to her, with a faint smile on his face. When their eyes met, she couldn't help but fall into his deep eyes, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Today, Lu Jinchuan has changed his usual elegant and well-dressed image. He looks particularly casual and relaxed, wearing simple jeans, a white T-shirt, and a pair of white sneakers. It is the first time I have seen him dressed in such a casual way, which is very homely. In sharp contrast to his vigorous and resolute appearance in the workplace, he looks more like a sunny and cheerful boy.

Especially when he smiles, he is so handsome and charming.